Her lips squirmed a few times, and her body seemed to have just been bombarded, but she did not show the proper reaction of collapse, and her breathing was rarely chaotic, and it could be seen that she had been baptized by the noble upbringing she had received since she was a child, and she had integrated into her gestures, but it seemed that the reason for this kind of character was not only this.

She blinked her eyes, and if she was tired or not, she gasped slightly, like a dying person, but the delicacy and radiance of her skin were warm and powerful.

This kind of power is not an expression of how vigorous and vigorous, but a kind of continuous force, which stagnates silently between life and death, and cannot be said to be exhausted, because a half-dead person cannot do the same responsibility as Angelica, nor can it be said to be a resurgence, because Angelica has never lost power.

If you really want to say it, maybe it should be a backwater.

This is a description of the nature of a state, and it is impossible to achieve a fair definition of right and wrong, but such ambiguity seems to be the most realistic result, no matter what kind of attention is the starting point and direction, or the heart of jealousy and suspicion, no footnote can be dissected in place, because at the root she is just a human being, just a creature that can be seen everywhere.

However, such a girl bears the name and glory of the Alexander family, and no one can shake or stop her.

has gradually parted ways with the family's trajectory since a certain rapids period, and can no longer agree with those shady practices or pretend to be deaf and blind, ignoring them, but even if there are more unaccustomed to it, he still chooses to stay, Christine? Alexander too. Perch? Alexander, too, would adopt this half-invisible and half-indecisive way of survival not because they were cowardly, but who would dare to say that he was cowardly...... It's because they also have some kind of very similar faith, and this faith, can you really say that it has nothing to do with Angelica?

Some things can't be explained, and they can't be explained, and they rush forward or retreat, although they are separated by a line, but life and death are the same share.

Without asking or trying to touch and comfort, Ryuki was not unconcerned. It's not because of different identities that there is a gap in my heart. He just tried to restrain himself, because he had made a big mistake like this.

However, it was already a mistake to reach out and hold Angelica's back and let her lean against her, because Angelica would not allow him to touch her.

But how can it really be done?

Humans will be easily emotionally predisposed. As long as the emotion comes from instinct and echoes instinct. And he's a vampire. Although he has been serving the head of the vampire hunter family for so long, it is really more difficult to control the amplified emotions with ease than to resist the absolute obedience of the Dracula siblings, the origin of the species to which they belong.

In a sense. It is impossible to say that two people have a relationship in some special sense, but they are all connected by a certain relationship.

When I was able to return to my spirit a little, I skipped the glaring solid color in my eyes.

Halfway through her eyes, she was at a loss, stranded with all the physiology except for discerning thoughts, and then she saw clearly that it was blood flowing between her fingers.

It flows slowly along the contoured wrist, glides over the back of the hand, reaches the fingertips, and finally, little by little, droplets fall, crumbling into flowers on the cold, dark masonry.

It's thrilling in the eyes, but it's a thrilling deterrence to Angelica!

Sensing that the person in his arms was beginning to have some uneasy turmoil, Ryuki immediately reacted when he looked down, but no matter how fast it was, it was still too late.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" has blurted out, and what exploded was an arrogant but thin voice.

Angelica single-handedly knocked off Ryuke's support and let herself fall again, this time with the sturdy stone that collided with her thin, smooth body, but she still stubbornly tried to keep herself as far away from Ryuke as possible.

Seeing Angelica turn her head away from him, although he knew that it was all about the liquid in his hand and not on himself, he still felt uncomfortable.

Although it had been a long time since such a mistake, he showed a skilful gesture.

He removed the traces of blood in the quickest way - at this time certain etiquette and rules had to be discarded, he washed his hands with water from the glass pool, then took out the silk handkerchief in his pocket and wiped it clean, from the lines of his skin to the gaps between his nails, and made sure that there was not a trace or smell left on his hands, as if he had been reborn, and he finally picked up Angelica again, crossed the connecting bridge, and returned to the little-known second bedroom.

Gently putting the slightly trembling body on the bed, facing Angelica, who was still curled up, Ryuke knelt on one knee with an apologetic face, and bowed his head slightly to Angelica, "Let you see my gaffe, please forgive me." ”

Then, as if he had a clear idea, he was sure of what his master wanted him to do, and he did not say anything more, but silently stepped forward and put down the snow-white gauze on the bedpost.

He walked to the other side and continued to complete the matter that had just been suspended because of this small change, a daily necessity, but the requirements of the steps were a little strangely harsh.

Done, and then turned around when he had an extra glass of liquid in his hand.

The blackened red liquid is contained in a graceful crystal vessel, surrounded by slender crystal vines, and at the mouth of the cup is a calamus flower that has become bright red and enchanting.

Ryuke went to the bedside and placed the strange drink in his hand on the elevated shelf in the middle.

Not daring to linger longer, Ryuke chose to leave, but through the connecting bridge, he came to the room where the glass pool was located again.

The only connection between the tower and the bedroom, there is no door to separate it, so it is as if you are still in the same room.

He was so attached to her that he couldn't let go.

But he still had to do something.

Each step was almost silent, but heavy.

The water in the glass pool, the shallow red liquid that melted away, floated indefinitely, wrapped those bits of purple, kissed, and did not let go.

Then, the calamus flowers, dull pain flowed sideways.

As soon as his body was cold, Ryuke stroked his hair and looked up, the veils were flying wantonly, and the cold wind poured in from the windows that were arranged at equal distances and not far apart, like a surging wave.

In the bedroom not far behind her, Angelica, who had already sat up on the bed at some point, held her bent legs with her hands, ignoring the soaked water stains, or had forgotten their existence at all, her two eyes were full of confusion, looking straight at the glass of liquid on the elevated shelf in front of her, she silently lowered her head again, resting her forehead on her knees, and buried all her expressions.

Blood.

Or vampire blood.

She hated it all.

However, she should have ...... long ago Already used to it, isn't it? (To be continued.) )