Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort

Chapter 452: Chapter 452: Squeezing Master Mo’s Butt (Part 1)

”Is Ge’er inviting me?”

Si Mo lay on the bed, holding the ’scorching sun’ in his arms, a hint of bewilderment swirling in the depths of his amber eyes.

At this moment, even if Mu Qingge were to stab a knife into his heart, he would not bear to let go, nor to leave.

Invitation?

In the depths of Mu Qingge’s clear eyes, a cold glint flashed.

However, the smile on her lips grew increasingly seductive. She extended her nimble fingers, lightly lifting Si Mo’s slightly cyan-tinged chin, raising his head slightly.

Si Mo cooperated with her, his eyes filled with a doting smile.

”The top master of the Linchuan Continent, the Holy King of the Holy Yuan Empire, wants to personally warm my bed, how could I refuse?” Mu Qingge’s red lips parted, the words she spoke carried a hint of arrogance and mischief.

”Warm the bed?” In Si Mo’s amber eyes, a dangerous glint flowed. His little Ge’er actually regarded him as a maid to warm the bed?

The sharp tip of the finger cover lightly slid across Si Mo’s face.

It seemed as though Mu Qingge was meticulously sketching his features: ”Such absolute beauty, rare in the world. Today, I truly am honored. But...”

Her movements gradually moved downwards.

Sliding down Si Mo’s nose, arriving at his lips, his chin. Then, continuing from the chin, traversing his neck, reaching the spot where his collarbone peeked from under his clothes, she traced back and forth a few times.

Si Mo’s gaze became gradually blurred, a glamorous crimson emerged deep within his amber eyes.

His little Ge’er was playing with fire.

Yet, he damned himself for not wanting to refuse, not wanting to stop.

The silver fingertips lingered for a moment with the captivating collarbone, then outlined the shape of the neck hollow with satisfaction, before continuing down.

She gently pulled aside Si Mo’s garment, revealing a fair chest, and perfect, powerful muscle contours.

Eventually, her hand arrived at his heart.

Suddenly, Mu Qingge’s movements paused, Si Mo could distinctly feel Mu Qingge increasing the force in her hand. He could even feel the sharp fingertips wanting to pierce his skin.

He did not move, intrigued to see what his little Ge’er wanted to do.

A faint pain emerged from his chest, where Si Mo’s heart was pressed with the fingertips, a drop of blood-red Blood Pearl emerged from the skin.

That drop of blood, on his chest, was like a blood-red gem that had formed.

”However, I wonder if the Holy King is clean in body and mind? I have a cleanliness fixation, dirty people are no good to warm my bed.” Mu Qingge remarked sinisterly.

Si Mo seemed oblivious to the wound on his chest, his eyes only contained Mu Qingge’s figure: ”Rest assured, Ge’er, I bathe daily, clean beyond clean.”

With that, he lifted his hand, rubbing the wound with his fingertip.

The emerging Blood Pearl appeared on his fingertip.

Mu Qingge narrowed her eyes, looking at him, and loosened her finger cover. Just as she released the finger cover, she was astonished to find that the wound on Si Mo’s chest, which she had caused, instantly healed without any trace of anomaly.

As though the scene just now was merely her illusion.

This kind of formidable healing ability, perhaps could rival her body modified by the Genetic Transformation Agent!

Mu Qingge was shocked by Si Mo’s recovery ability, while he held the Blood Pearl, presenting it before Mu Qingge.

The Blood Pearl seemed to have coalesced into the form it had just overflowed, unchanged by Si Mo’s actions. It stood on his fingertip, seemingly alive, the blood within continuously flowing, with a hint of shimmering light.