Night Sakura clenched the porcelain vase and nodded obediently, "Sakura...... Thank you, sir. ”

Qianwan hooked her lips, "You have a good rest." ”

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go back to the house, but the hand on the deadbolt froze in mid-air.

Night Sakura wrapped her hands around her waist, her head pressed tightly against her back, and she was so close that she seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of the begonias in him.

Qianwan pursed her lips and slowly pulled away from his interlocking hands, "What's wrong?" ”

Ye Sakura felt her movements, her eyes were desolate, and she instantly lost her soul, and lowered her hand weakly, clenching her fists in shame, her voice trembling a little.

"My lord, do you dislike Sakura?"

Qianwan's eyes were complicated, and his two words of disgust seemed to beg cautiously.

Sighing slightly, "You're still young." ”

Night Sakura shook her head, biting her lip tightly, the corners of her eyes moistened, "Sakura is a blood slave, if the adults are disgusted, it is better to banish Sakura back to the Night Forest, and there is no need to ...... In this defilement of the adult's ...... Eye. ”

His blood is tainted and he should be left to fend for himself.

Not to mention his looks......

"How have I ever rejected you?"

Qianwan turned her head to look at him and said word by word.

Her cold gaze was reassuring, and Ye Sakura's hand was held tighter, and her fingertips were deeply embedded, but it was a little difficult to speak, "My lord once said that Sakura is a person without salt, if it weren't for the sweet taste of blood......"

……

When they first met, he fell at the door of the Red Mansion, because his appearance was not outstanding, no blood clan was willing to buy it, and he was beaten by his bustard's father, and his already unsightly face was full of mottled whiplashes.

And then the priest appeared.

She was dressed in a black robe, which reflected the night, and under the black cloak, she could only see her fair and delicate chin, and raised her eyes slightly, and there was only gimmick-bone indifference in her blood pupils.

Can...... He didn't dare to look at her.

It seems that there is a natural fear of anything good, or that the breath of her that no one can enter is too cold.

Being watched by her is like being put to death on the execution ground, shame and pain.

He covered his face and let his hair fall apart, blocking her gaze.

Trembling in the corner, hoping it would bring some security.

"He, I want it."

When the bustard mother heard this, her eyes widened in shock, and she didn't dare to explain seriously, "This nobleman, this blood slave is really ugly, and he has been retreated by other guests a lot, for fear of staining your eyes." ”

As he spoke, he pulled his hair up.

The line of sight suddenly became clear, and the night cherry blossoms could see her appearance clearly, and also saw her eyes clearly.

There is no joy, no evil.

"It's true that I'm a man without salt, but I want food...... "The handsome priestess walked up to him, and every step seemed to be measured accurately, and struck him heavily on the heart, "His blood tastes okay." ”

When the bustard father heard this, a smirk appeared on his fat face, and he beckoned people to pick him up on the ground, "Take it down and wash it!" ”

turned to look at her, secretly speculating about her identity, weighing how to knock on it.

"Noble, I don't know where to send this blood slave?"

She lifted her cloak and put it on Sakura, her cold tone scaring the bustard's face to the core.

"The Night Forest, the Third Priest's Palace."

Sakura reached out and grabbed her cloak, and followed the waiter into the building.

It's just that the man who is speechless is like a thorn, dormant in his heart, and it is more sad than anyone who says he is ugly.

But he's just a blood slave, so how can he be grieved.

It's ......

Humble to the ground.

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