She amazed the world after the divorce

Chapter 3344 Shen Tianyu 744

Yan Yan's lips were stained with bright red blood, and her deathly pale face had regained a bit of life.

Qin Heng's lips curled up. "See, it's useful."

He squeezed his middle finger hard again, and bright red blood seeped out.

He raised his hand and pinched Yan Yan's cheek, forcing her mouth open.

Yan Yan struggled.

But how could she be a match for the tall and strong Qin Heng?

Drops of blood dripped into her mouth.

Yan Yan felt a metallic taste in her throat.

As the blood and qi entered her stomach, the coldness in her stomach seemed to lessen a little, and gradually, her stomach felt a bit warmer.

Su Hua stood quietly outside the door, watching the two people. The man was tall and handsome, and the girl was slender and pretty.

Putting aside their social class differences, what a perfect couple they are!

Qin Heng put his middle finger into Yan Yan's mouth and said, "Suck hard."

Yan Yan refused to inhale at all.

She stared at him with her large, sorrowful eyes.

She was thin and slender with a small face, and she had lost even more weight since coming to Mangshan, making her eyes appear even larger.

They looked so pitiful and sorrowful.

Qin Heng smiled and pinched her cheek with his other hand, his tone unconsciously carrying a hint of affection, "Silly girl."

Yan Yan's cheeks flushed slightly.

He used to say that to her all the time.

But what used to be just the older brother teasing his younger sister has now taken on a more playful, flirtatious tone.

Su Hua left quietly.

Give the two of them some space to be alone.

Qin Heng withdrew his hand, switched to another finger, and continued squeezing out blood to feed Yan Yan.

Yan Yan struggled but couldn't break free, and feeling sorry for him, she simply closed her eyes.

Qin Heng didn't stop until he had squeezed out all the wounds.

He withdrew his hand, glanced down at his fingers, and said, "I suppose you and I are also exceptionally gifted; our blood can actually cure diseases."

Yan Yan pursed her lips gently, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.

Qin Heng suddenly shouted, "Your face!"

Yan Yan instinctively raised her hand to touch her face.

Qin Heng said, "Not that side, the half of your face with the black palm print."

He grabbed her shoulders and made her face the mirror. "Look for yourself."

Yan Yan looked at herself in the mirror. Her face, which had been deathly pale, now had a bit of life in it. Her cheeks even had a slight blush. The side of her face with the black handprint had accidentally been stained with Qin Heng's blood, and the black mark had faded a bit where the blood had touched.

Qin Heng stared at her face for a moment with his dark eyes, then turned and walked outside.

When he returned, his palms were covered in bright red blood.

Yan Yan's heart started to ache again.

The pain was spasmodic.

She called out softly, "What are you doing? Why are you cutting your own hand?"

Despite the pain, Qin Heng strode up to her and pressed his bleeding palm against half of her face.

The wound was already incredibly painful, and this pressure made it even worse, but Qin Heng remained unfazed.

Yan Yan felt a warm sensation where the blood had touched her, like she was holding a warm towel.

She gripped his wrist, trying to remove his hand from her face.

Qin Heng grabbed her hand with one hand, restraining her, and said, "Don't move."

Yan Yan said in a low voice, "Go and bandage your wound."

Qin Heng wanted to flick her forehead, but he couldn't free his hand.

He raised his knee and nudged her leg.

Because of his height, he was pressing against her thigh.

Yan Yan blushed and quickly lowered her head.

This scene seemed to have appeared in her dream before. Yan Yan shook her head very lightly, but a feeling of shyness welled up in her heart.

She pursed her lips.

The spot where his knee hit felt slightly numb and itchy, like an electric current running through her leg, flowing into her lower abdomen, and then spreading to her heart.

Her cold heart seemed to begin to warm up.

She didn't know where to look.

Qin Heng's hospital gown had only two buttons left, and his broad, muscular chest and abs were imposingly displayed before her eyes.

Those blue striped hospital pants had an elastic waistband.

His groin was faintly visible.

Extremely sexy.

Yan Yan's nose, which had been frozen by the cold, suddenly felt an urge to bleed.

She used to think Qin Heng was just very handsome, but now she's gradually discovering that he's a very sexy man, a young and domineering kind of sexy.

Her heart was pounding wildly.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering as she squeezed them shut.

Qin Heng lowered his eyes to stare at her fluttering eyelashes and teased, "Silly girl, what are you so nervous about?"

Yan Yan pursed her lips and remained silent.

Qin Heng said, "Could it be that you're lusting after my good looks?"

Yan Yan blushed with embarrassment.

Yes, her face, which was originally cold and immobile, was now hot and her blood was rushing to her head.

Originally, my blood was almost bound by yin energy, but now it's flowing freely again.

Qin Heng's strong and pleasant male voice came to her ears, "I won't give it to you even if I covet it. I'll give it to you when you grow up."

Yan Yan's cheeks instantly turned red.

Qin Heng exclaimed "Huh?" and asked knowingly, "Why are you blushing?"

Yan Yan was embarrassed and annoyed, and glared at him.

Qin Heng laughed out loud, "Little sister, you're so cute."

Yan Yan closed her eyes again.

That face was so beautiful; even just smiling at her was a direct and seductive gesture.

About five or six minutes later, Qin Heng removed his hand.

Yan Yan raised her eyes to look at herself in the mirror.

Where the black palm print was originally, it was now covered in blood.

Beneath the mottled bloodstains, the black handprint visibly faded.

Yan Yan could even hear a faint squeaking sound.

Realizing that Qin Heng's hand was still bleeding, she hurriedly said to him, "Go and bandage your wound quickly."

Qin Heng raised his hand and pinched her cheek, laughing, "You're quite talkative now."

Yan Yan also noticed.

My throat was frozen, and I didn't want to say a word, but now it's become responsive.

Qin Heng turned and went outside to quickly bandage his wound.

After waiting a while, he picked up a small towel from the sink, wet it, and gently wiped away some of the bloodstains from Yan Yan's face.

He exclaimed in surprise, "I knew it! My blood can fade the handprint on your face!"

Yan Yan bit her lip.

Qin Heng looked her up and down. "Do you have any other black palm prints like this?"

Yan Yan lowered her eyes and remained silent.

She was covered in them.

She still had a sorrowful and melancholy look, but the slight blush on her cheeks added a touch of charm.

"Poor thing, you're not going to say anything, are you? I checked it myself, didn't I?" Qin Heng reached out and rolled up her sleeve.

Yan Yan quickly hid her hands behind her back.

She was wearing a white silk crepe shirt that Su Hua had bought for her.

The fabric is lightweight and comfortable.

In the struggle and shoving, there was a tearing sound as Qin Heng ripped off a piece of her sleeve.

Yan Yan's arm was suddenly exposed to the air.

A long black whip mark ran down the back of that pale arm.

Qin Heng's eyes darkened, and his thick eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

He grabbed her arm and made her turn her back.

He lifted the hem of her clothes and looked inside.

Her thin back was covered with countless black whip marks and several dark palm prints...

The chilling whip marks, the sinister palm prints, the eerie atmosphere—it was all shocking!

Qin Heng clenched his teeth in an instant!

His hard jaw was taut, and his dark eyes were filled with murderous intent!

He released Yan Yan and turned to walk outside!

Su Hua hurriedly called out to him, "Aheng, where are you going?"

Qin Heng said hatefully, "I'm going to kill him!"

Do you know who he is?

Qin Heng clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He gritted his teeth, enunciating each word clearly: "That...tomb...ghost!"