Su Nuo looked at him, Qing Lingling's eyes were glowing with fine starlight, she threw down the pen in her hand, and walked towards Ren, and when she walked to Ren, her little hand gently grabbed his clothes.

With a thin and soft voice, it is like the voice of a little milk cat.

"Nuonuo, who are you talking to?"

Grandma Susan, who was watching TV outside, suddenly heard the sound in Su Nuo's room, pressed the pause, and shouted at Su Nuo's door.

"No, Grandma!"

After Su Nuo replied, he covered his mouth.

After covering it like this for a long time, Su Nuojing's bright eyes were always staring at Wren.

It wasn't until the sound of the TV outside continued to sound that Su Nuo put down his little hand.

However, a pair of crystal clear and brilliant eyes are still looking at Wren.

Wren was very angry in his heart, even to the point that he couldn't control it, and came to question her, but as soon as he stood in front of her, everything changed again.

Looking at her small lump, looking at her smart eyes, the high arrogance was extinguished by a splash of cold water on her head.

As soon as he stretched out his long arm, he immediately scooped Su Nuo into his arms, and his chin gently pressed against the top of Su Nuo's head.

"You said you came to me, why didn't you come to me."

The tone is inexplicably a little grieved, like waiting for someone's little pity.

When Su Nuo heard this, her heart trembled, and she stretched out her hand and gently patted Wren's back a few times.

"I'm sorry."

Su Nuo apologized, her voice soft and full of apologies.

"I want to go, but it's a bit far away, and I have classes during the day, so I can't get there."

Su Nuo explained softly.

"Hmm."

Wren replied lightly, he didn't know whether he wasn't angry when he saw her, or when he saw her, she didn't start to be angry when she ran towards him.

In short, he was no longer angry.

Facing a girl who is as soft as cotton, how can she get angry.

"Sit down."

Su Nuo looked at his expression and knew that he was no longer angry, so he took Ren's hand and sat on the bed.

Her room was a little small, with a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe, which was a little cramped.

Wren was very tall, and when Su Nuo pulled him to sit down, Wren's legs and feet were a little bent.

After all, these long legs, bending here, will definitely be very uncomfortable for no reason.

"Isn't it very uncomfortable?"

Su Nuo's white porcelain-like delicate little face was instantly stained with a layer of redness.

Wren shook his head and took Su Nuo's hand, and suddenly a thick purple-black mist entangled the two of them.

In the next second, Su Nuo opened his eyes, and the two of them were already standing in the ancient castle, and the air was full of the fragrance of flowers.

"I'm going back at ten o'clock, and grandma will bring me milk."

Su Nuo raised his hand and looked at the time.

Fortunately, the schedule at home is fixed, and if grandma finds out, she will definitely be worried.

And it was so strange that he suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

She was a little nervous.

But Wren didn't answer her, took her by the hand, went upstairs together, and walked out onto the balcony.

Pull her down in a chair.

The cool breeze was blowing, the fog was gone, and the moon overhead seemed extremely clear.

Su Nuo saw that Ren had never answered his question, so he stopped asking.

The scenery here is beautiful, and sitting here, the mood has become extremely open.

She looked up, her long eyelashes blinked slightly, and her expression was relatively relaxed.

Wren lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, but just took her hand and gently squeezed it in his hand.

Her hands look very slender and weak, but when she is pinched in her hands, they are soft and boneless.

The feel of the touch is very good, and for a while, I am a little reluctant to let go.

Su Nuo had been looking at the moon for a while, and then he withdrew his gaze and turned his gaze to Wren on the side.

Wren hung his head, not knowing what he was thinking, his expression was grim and a little detached.

If it weren't for his hands, still pinching his own hands, Su Nuo would feel that he was a statue.

"What's wrong with you?"

Su Nuo's body leaned forward slightly, and her soft and slender hair was spread out, and some of the fine strands of hair touched Ren's cheeks.

It's a little ticklish.

Wren noticed it, pinched the fingers of Su Nuo's hand, and paused slightly, stopped there, and did not continue to move.

"Nope."

It was a long time before he answered, his voice a little low and a little hoarse.

His gaze swept over Su Nuo's crystal clear little face, and finally landed on her fingers.

Just now.

He wondered if he might make her a vampire too.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt a little ridiculous.

Who is he??

He's Wren. Cavendish usually does what he thinks, and hesitates wherever he is.

However, he hesitated.

To this, sweet little girl, he had a hesitant thought.

Wren narrowed his eyes, sniffed the sweet aroma that enveloped his body, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he hugged Su Nuo tightly.

He wrapped his arms around her waist with one hand, gently brushed away her long seaweed-like hair with the other, and looked at her slender swan neck exposed.

Under the moonlight, Su Nuo's swan neck shone with a slight glow.

Looking at it, it's like waiting for someone to pick it.

Wren's eyes gradually dyed scarlet, and there was a certain kind of anger released from his body, his lips gradually got closer, and the sharp fangs were also exposed, and the fangs were about to touch Su Nuo's neck.

"Wren."

Su Nuo shouted softly, her voice was thin and soft, as sweet as a strawberry cake.

In the haze, he seemed to hear Su Nuo's soft voice, especially calling out his name.

The fangs on his lips were retracted, and the anger released from his body gradually dissipated.

"Hmm."

He sat up straight and helped Su Nuo brush her hair, and the long seaweed-like hair covered her slender neck.

"What's wrong with you, I'm a little scared."

Su Nuo looked at him, his huge apricot eyes, and soon there was a thin layer of water vapor, and he seemed to be a little aggrieved.

She stretched out her little white hand, hooked Wren's fingers, and shook them gently.

Wren didn't speak, but his expression seemed more gentle.

The breeze gently curled his brown hair, curling beautifully.

It seems that his side face is more delicate and eye-catching.

I still want to turn her into a vampire so that she can always be with her.

She's so interesting, life won't be so boring.