This feeling makes people feel palpitations, and it is cold. 114 obviously cannot have the five senses of human beings, but just now I feel a chill sweeping over my body, frozen it. When it looked at Ji Baimo again, Ji Baimo's expression was as different as before. The gentle smile on the corners of his lips looked gentle and elegant. He was a noble young man from a wealthy family.

The gloom that gathered in my eyes just now disappeared in a flash.

Let 114 feel that it was probably its illusion just now. It must have been around the host for a long time. Looking at the dazzling light, so it was affected and felt that Ji Baimo would show that expression.

114 looked at Ji Baimo with a little hesitation in his eyes. He looked at Ji Baimo's expression carefully. After confirming that there was nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief. 114 made a judgment in his heart that he had an illusion just now.

Ji Baimo looked back at 114, not knowing what he was thinking. He frowned and felt that his sweat had soaked his clothes. His head had not dried yet, as if he had just experienced something, and the corners of his lips were filled with blood. He looked at 114.

"What's wrong with me?" Ji Baimo asked. He seemed to think something was wrong, but he couldn't tell me the details.

"Nothing, nothing, you'd better go and see my host." 114 dared not tell Ji Baimo what he had just seen. If it was just a dazzled look, it would be a big mistake. It would be nothing to worry about Ji Baimo. It would be bad if it made its host very worried. 114 finally chose to forget the scene he had just seen.

Ji Baimo narrowed his eyes and looked at 114. He reached out to touch the corner of his lips. The blood stains on the corner of his lips had not dried up yet. He licked the bloody smell, which was obviously the new hole just now.

It’s just that obviously Ji Baimo didn’t have time to take care of so much. Yan Bai was ranked first in his heart, and he was always behind Yan Bai.

Now the light around the small wooden box is gradually dimming. The person lying in the small wooden box seems to have been injected with his soul. He looks fresh and spiritual, with fair skin as white as jade, and is now shining with a faint luster, with blushing cheeks and excellent lips shape, with a natural upward curve. The extremely well-maintained black length is like seaweed, spreading on his chest, wearing a pearl-white long gown, which looks... very delicate.

Like a delicately carved figure, of course, unlike figures, it looks fresh and vivid.

Waiting to be woken up by someone kissing.

"I'm back." Ji Baimo squatted beside the small box. He hooked up a piece of shattered people in the box. The black look seemed particularly smooth between his fingers. He bent the corners of his lips, his voice was gentle, and his affectionate opening seemed to be welcoming Yan Bai's return.

The person in the wooden box naturally had no reaction, but his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not wake up. He seemed to have just returned to his body. He could not wake up so quickly, and it needed a stage of adaptation. Ji Baimo didn't care about Yan Bai's failure to respond. He just raised the corners of his lips, and his smile became gentler and more indulgent.

There is a wall clock hanging on the central wall of the living room. The clock shows what is now. The date above is now on February 13th, and tomorrow is Valentine's Day.
Chapter completed!