They Are Not Human!

Chapter 142: Rose Castle 03

Wen Qing smelled the faint smell of blood on Sikong's body.

He was stunned for a moment, thinking that Sikong was injured, opened his mouth, and was about to speak, but the smell of blood disappeared without a trace.

Wen Qing's lips and teeth were filled with the rich fragrance of roses, lingering on Sikong from head to toe.

Obviously, Sikong stayed in the rose garden for a long time.

Wen Qing smelled it carefully.

There is really no other smell, only rose scent.

He didn't think much about it, thinking that the fragrance of the flowers was too strong, causing him to smell it wrong.

Feeling that Sikong was touching his head, as if he was coaxing a child, Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly red, and he quickly let go of his hand.

He asked slowly, "Is it you who was in the rose garden just now?"

Sikong hummed.

Wen looked up at him, a little surprised: "So are you the eldest young master of Rose Castle now?"

Sikong responded, the corners of his lips rose, and his tone was gentle: "Yeah."

Wen Qing blinked, thinking that if Sikong is the eldest young master, it means that the moody person Bai Tong and the others met is the second young master.

Thinking, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Asha just said that the second young master usually stays in the room, which means that there is not much chance for them to meet.

Sikong will definitely follow him out of the castle.

The second young master is moody, and the third young master has a little three-headed dog...

Because the person in front of him was Sikong, Wen Qing was very relaxed, standing in front of him with lowered eyes and contemplating the advanced tasks, completely ignoring the smile on Sikong's face.

Sikong looked down at him.

Wen Qing's eyes were wet and red, her eyelashes were stained with a little teardrop, her long pressed eyelashes drooped slightly, and her fair cheeks showed a little red, looking pitiful and cute.

It was exactly how he liked it.

"Sikong..." Wen Qing raised her head again.

Sikong's brows and eyes were half-closed, looking at the light smile on Wen Qing's lips, the trust in his eyes.

Did you see Sikong so happy?

Then if you know the truth...

Just thinking about it, the smile on Sikong's lips grew bigger and bigger, and his excited fingertips trembled slightly.

He raised his hand slowly, **** the tears on Wen Qing's cheeks.

Wen Qing was stunned by his actions, took a step back quickly, and said embarrassedly, "I'll just wipe it myself."

"Don't move." Sikong whispered, pressing his left hand on his shoulder, placing his right hand on Wen Qing's cheek, and wiping away the tears with his thumb.

Feeling the warm skin and fresh life under his fingers, he almost couldn't control himself.

He flexed his fingers and wiped away the tears.

one more time.

Tears were wiped away, but Sikong was still rubbing his soft and tender skin.

The white and tender skin on his cheeks quickly turned red, and it was obviously rubbed out by someone, hooking the sadistic desire in his heart.