(BL)(MTL)Wearing the white moonlight of the two dead

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

    Jiang Yuhan only felt a cold gaze falling on him, very bold.

    After all, no one has ever dared to look at him like this, and it's not enough to tell him to ignore it.

    However, the scene in the bathroom was clearly reflected in the mirror at this time.

    - There was no one behind him.

    The sound of running water sounded from the sink, and there was silence except for myself.

    Jiang Yuhan's dark blue eyes sank slightly, and his slender hand shook slightly.

    After waiting for a while, I noticed that the inexplicably concerned eyes still did not leave, and turned off the faucet.

    Ji Hui saw that people had washed their hands, and it was a pity to blink.

    He is late.

    The other party has finished using the bathroom.

    But, tsk.

    There is another way to verify whether there is a curse on Jiang Yuhan, and that is to take another bite.

    The mark of the curse can be hidden out of sight, but the blood running through the body cannot lie. With just one taste, Ji Hui can know if the blood is still as delicious as yesterday.

    The red-robed Specter, who had been leaning against the door at random, stood up, but Jiang Yuhan had already walked to the door.

    It was a gloomy sky outside, separated by a mirror, and inside was a dimly lit bathroom.

    Jiang Yuhan was not in a hurry to leave. He stood on the steps and looked at the group of guests gathered outside the bamboo forest. His long black eyelashes hung down, he reached out and took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter.

    Jiang Yuhan actually doesn't smoke much, but today he is not in a hurry to leave.

    Because of the sense of staring just now, he deliberately stopped here.

    The bathroom was a little stuffy at the moment, the stern young man's shirt was unbuttoned twice, his vigorous wrists were exposed, he held a cigarette and raised his head coldly.

    Even Ji Hui had to sigh with emotion for the magic of this man's face.

    He raised his eyebrows, walked over and sniffed the smoke lightly.

    When the smoke enveloped the two of them, they let out a ghostly breath with no expression on their faces.

    A slightly cold ghost mist and smoke lingered together.

    Season turned around.

    This time, because the other party is wearing a shirt, he can't continue to eat the place last time.

    His eyes turned to Jiang Yuhan's wrist.

    The blue blood vessels tensed slightly, Ji Hui licked his fangs and bit them lightly.

    Just as he was biting, he didn't notice that the smoking man's body paused for a moment.

    Jiang Yuhan refrained from turning his eyes to his wrist, his dark blue eyes drooped, his face expressionlessly shrouded in smoke, feeling the loss of his blood.

    This time it wasn't an illusion.

    His blood was indeed draining, but only a little.

    Jiang Yuhan covered his expression.