[Ahem, if it's very important, put it here to account for the number of words in the text, the previous chapter has been changed, because it's the prince's attribute, so everyone should remember to take a look, in addition, see if the author has something to say, a small theater compensates for this number of words]

This time, the cold and fever were menacing, and it was almost recovered after a few days of rest, but the original cool voice was a little hoarse after realizing it, and there was always a slight itch in the throat, and the original taste was lingering in a low voice, which was quite similar to the sound of the lazy.

She looked up from a pile of drawings, pinched her neck and shoulders, got up and went to the refrigerator to look, took out a dragon fruit, held it in her hand but felt a little wrong, and turned around to find that a large hole had been bitten out of the most colorful side, revealing the tender white flesh inside.

There are also two sharp fangs marks on the edge of the neat tooth mouth, and you can tell whose masterpiece it is at a glance.

She turned her head to look at the living room with the dragon fruit, only to see a book floating in the air turning the pages quickly, hundreds of pages of the book were turned in a few minutes.

After reading the book, Lancet was about to throw it away, and when she looked up, she saw Jing Hao standing in the living room, and then she saw the strange fruit she was holding in her hand.

Thinking of the strange smell that remained in his memory, he felt that in order to maintain the taste of blood in the small container, it was his duty to help her avoid the food that was too strange.

Ranster floated up to her and took shape, righteously and quietly emphasizing the strange smell that even the great Bloods could barely bear at the beginning, and advised her, as a fragile little vessel, not to embarrass herself with all her might.

Jing took a good look at his serious expression, and while listening to him, she peeled the dragon fruit, revealing the snow-white flesh inside, and put the spoon into his mouth when he was unprepared.

She looked at Lancet, who was stunned by something with wide eyes, and kindly explained how to eat what she was holding, "This is something that you have to skin to eat." ”

She glanced at the reddest part of the bite, and immediately guessed the reason why the dragon fruit was favored, opened the refrigerator, took apples and strawberries, and put them in front of Ranster, who was hesitating with a mouthful of white flesh, wanting to vomit and hesitating about the image.

"If you want to eat these two, they are red and you don't need to peel them."

After a long time, Ranster, who had finally made up his mind and swallowed the contents of his mouth with difficulty, walked up to Jing Hao, who was buried in the picture book again, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was all written □□ nakedly, "How can you wait for the container to understand the taste of the great bloodline".

"Don't think that the great Bloods will pity them for the sake of their same color as blood," he tossed the fruit bowl containing apples and strawberries in front of Jing Hao, "Only strong food is suitable for noble Bloods, this kind of thing can be pinched to death with one finger, even if it is close in color, it is useless." ”

Don't try to lie to him, he clearly saw that although the color of these things is the same, the shape is pitifully small, and there are small yellow dots on those smaller ones, and the blood is not pure!

How could the dignified Prince of Randster bite a population whose bloodline is not pure and is incomparably weak!

When he said those few words, his tone was extraordinarily high, with the ubiquitous pride of the blood clan and the shame and anger of being fed by the fragile small container before, and the coercion came to his face.

The little bats napping on the door were all awakened one by one, and after a few companions who were barely awake reminded them of what had just happened, they all made a chirping sound to express their warm support for their masters.

Jing Hao took a strawberry from the fruit bowl he threw over, the sweetness was not broken at all, she felt the taste in her mouth, and while she figured out the happy smile of the heroine at the end, there was still a lingering drizzle in the background, but her expression was more sweet than spring.

There is a perfect ending, and no matter how bumpy the process is, it is worth it.

She stopped, and when she turned her head, she met the back of an angry person, the wide black robe like someone's negative feelings, so thick that it almost contracted the whole room, and even the curtains that were drawn by the window moved.

Jing Hao went over and closed the curtain that was almost lifted through the gap, and a ray of sunlight seeped in through the gap in the curtain that she was not holding, reflecting the luster on the floor.

Seeing her movements, Lancet snorted rather disdainfully, and hung his hands in the air with his hands in the air to express his disdain, "You actually think that the great bloods would be afraid of the distant sun? ”

He lifted his chin haughtily, his eyes lowered as if looking at an ant.

With a quiet "oh" sound, he opened the curtain on one side of the window, and half of the floor-to-ceiling window was slanted in, spreading half of the floor floor with a sloppy smile.

Lancet quickly took a few steps back to avoid the sun, and when he looked up again, the bright light source by the window had been lost, leaving only a standing man, with a shallow smile between his eyebrows, round almond eyes bent into the most perfect crescent, but there were two beautiful and seductive pear vortices at the corners of his mouth.

Jing Hao was about to restrain the smile at the corner of her mouth, but the blood clan who was far away suddenly rushed in front of her, slender fingers like jade stretched out from under the wide black robe, and the sharp nails poked at her pear vortex that had not disappeared, as if she had seen a flaw on the bottle she had just liked.

"Do you have a hole here?" Lancet looked at the other side and poked at the spot in his memory, "There's that too." ”

He shook his head twice, very sorry.

Jing Hao was poked by him a little painfully, frowning to avoid his movements, Lenster thought about it, learned the movements of a little girl he saw when he went out to forage last night to comfort the injured pet at home, and hugged Jing Hao in mid-air, and he himself wonderfully struck a posture in mid-air with his legs bent, and pressed Jing Hao on his lap.

Feeling that there was something wrong with this posture, he directly reached out and quickly gathered his hands and feet, used absolute brute force to suppress her resistance movements, lay her back to him on his lap, and reached out to touch her back indifferently and indifferently.

Without controlling his strength, the sharp nails directly cut through the down jacket on Jing Hao's back, and the snow-white fluttering down was so accumulated that he flew out of the clothes.

Lancet didn't care about those things, reached out and touched her back twice, and spoke in a dry and cold tone, not at all like he was comforting, "There are holes, there are holes, there are already many holes in the face anyway." ”