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After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up AADWU English Chapter 90: Vicious circle

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The light in the room is very dark.

The dim, semi-dark light shrouded the small space, and the air seemed to stagnate, quietly condensing there.

Half of the boy's face was buried between the soft pillows, his stray hair covered his cheeks, and he was obviously too white in the half-dark room.

His eyes were half open and his lips were wet.

The small trembling snort spit in the palm of the man.

Mu Heng felt an extremely dry fire burning deep in his throat, and the sound of his heartbeat became extremely loud.

There seemed to be an insatiable, blood-thirsty beast in his heart.

Even so, Mu Heng clearly realized that Shi'an was wrong.

He heard himself ask in as steady a voice as possible:

"How long have you been like this?"

The man's fingers were pale and strong, and he gently and irresistibly cupped the boy's cheek.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes and looked at Shi An with an unfathomable gaze.

"Did you eat anything?"

Shi An opened his eyes blankly, the dark pupils under his eyelashes as if washed with water, clear and without focus.

He shook his head and nodded again.

"Um......"

It seems that he didn't hear half of what Mu Heng said.

Mu Heng bent down, supported the young boy's slender back with his palms, and directly hugged him from the messy bed.

"Let's go, I'll take you to-"

Before I finished speaking, my neck suddenly hurt.

Mu Heng frowned suddenly.

Shi'an opened his mouth and bit his collarbone fiercely. His teeth were fine and sharp, but he lost his strength after the first stroke. It was more of flirting than venting.

Mu Heng's breathing was choked.

He subconsciously tightened the palm of his hand on Shi An's back for a moment.

The blue veins on the back of the slender and powerful hand violently, like a cyan dark river winding under the pale skin, as if using a strong willpower to contain some kind of impulse.

Shi'an didn't notice this.

He held the thin piece of flesh in his teeth and gnawed softly, as if in this way he could vent this weird and uncontrollable feeling.

Mu Heng took a deep breath.

He raised his hand, covered Shi'an's mouth, and pushed him away from his neck little by little.

"...Don't mess around."

The man's voice was very low, already dumb.

In the next second, a moist and soft touch swept across the palm, and the cold tip of the tongue swept across the lines of the palm.

The muscles in Mu Heng's body were stiff and tight.

He slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the young man he was holding in his arms. The other man's eyes were half-opened, his expression ignorant, he did not realize that he had just licked the palm of someone else.