An Qin endured the tingling sensation in his neck, the blood in his whole body seemed to be running backwards, stretched out his arms, and carefully hugged his waist in tenderness, for fear that he would hate himself again.

Leng Qianchen's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and on the basis of not letting go of his fangs, his palm slapped heavily on one of her arms, signaling her to get out of the way.

Between the mouths, the / blood of the werewolf descendants is so sweet,

Anqin's arms were wrapped around his waist in the air, not daring to fall again.

After a long time, this thirst finally disappeared.

Leng Qianchen's fingertips hooked the corners of his lips, and said indifferently: "Young Master Ben said that only Mu Mu wears it to look good." ”

An Qin lowered her head and whispered, "... I'm sorry...", after finishing speaking, he covered his neck, like a puppet, slowly walked to the living room, and skillfully opened the medicine box placed in the corner of the table.

Poured alcohol on the gauze and buckled it directly on his neck without a trace of hesitation, and in an instant, the pain of the wound was like a cone, but it was gentler than the feeling of heartache.

Leng Qianchen put his hands in his pockets and stood behind her, looking at her thin figure with phoenix eyes.

This is the first time I've seen her wear such a peach-pink long cheongsam, and... Not bad.

Anqin didn't look back, put the gauze around her neck and took out the treasure tube from the medicine box.

"Young Master Leng, thank you for remembering my existence." Then he frowned at his heart, but laughed.

"What are you happy about?"

An Qin's fingers pinched the treasure tube, lowered her eyes, looked at the golden blood in her heart in the tube, and laughed again, "Young Master Leng, I really like you..."

Leng Qianchen's phoenix eyes were full of mockery: "You said that you like Young Master Ben, is it because your heart is full of calculations?" I really don't understand why that stupid woman would want to treat you as a friend. ”

"Young Master Leng, do you really understand what liking is?"

Leng Qianchen's pupils narrowed with her voice, his fingers clasped around her neck, and his face was expressionless: "At least you, Young Master Ben is very annoying!" Got it?! ”

"Hehehe... That's ridiculous, you don't understand what liking is, right? Like is... It's like me, who has clearly calculated you, but is willing to get hurt again! ”

Angén felt his fingers tighten and tighten, slowly breathless, and the air seemed to be disappearing...

Lifting his fingertips, he placed them on his cold fingers, trying to tear away the hand he was pinching his neck.

Leng Qianchen looked at her with a bottomless chill in her eyes, and said casually: "It seems that you are dead like this, it is too boring~" and then shook her off.

"Ahem! Cough... Thank you... Young Master Leng..."Put the tube containing the golden blood on the coffee table, and said depressedly, "I'll go back first..."

Leng Qianchen's feet had a momentary impulse, and he quickly suppressed it, his eyes stared at her pale face, and a distress as slender as hair floated in his heart, but it was not noticed, and it flashed.

An Qin leaned against the wall with one hand and moved out step by step, and the almond eyes, which were originally full of light, gradually dimmed.

It turns out that I like this word, it hurts so much, it hurts so much that even a simple trauma is much better than heartache.

The left hand is placed in the heart, which is full of glass, and I dare not touch it easily,

Leng Qianchen raised his right hand, pressed it on the top of his head, rubbed his hair, crossed his pocket with his left hand, and looked at her weak back...

"Angén."

An Qin, who was leaning against the wall, was stunned, and even tears were frozen in his eyes, listening to him as a blood clan, his voice was touching.

"The next time I suck the blood/fluid, I'll let the fangs be gentle."

A faint smile on An Qin's lips made her smile silently: "... Thank you. Without hesitation, his steps were more resolute than before, and he walked towards the door.

I said I didn't like it, and I swore in my heart countless times, but... As soon as I saw you, I forgot about it...

What oath, what don't you like, I'm obviously going crazy like you......

Qianchen, I calculated you, but I was right, because only in this way can I stay by your side all the time! In the future, too!

The door of the villa closed gently, and his fingertips touched the pattern on the door, when the door was just closed, there should be no noise to him, he hated the sound of closing the door the most~

Anqin looked at the sea in the distance, barefoot, picked up her shoes, turned around and looked at the window of the villa, slowly walked to the perspective that did not affect the view of the sea in the house, and stood on one side and paused for a long time.

The light in the house is like a lighthouse, guiding me forward, towards you, Qianchen, I don't regret what I did, I'd rather be vicious than not being by your side, at least, when you think of someone you hate, it must be me.

Walking silently on the beach, I don't know if it's autumn, and the wind on the seaside exudes a little coolness.

Leng Qianchen picked up a cup of hot tea, extremely healthy, stood in front of the window, and looked at the sea outside the house.

Mu Mu, that stupid woman, doesn't know if she wants me...

In my memory—

Possessed in memory, a palace maid named Ayi, probably wanted to go back to the Nth hour of quarreling with Ozawa in the present world.

Yu Mumu collapsed on the bed, playing with her hair, staring at the beam in a daze.

Speaking of which, why didn't he come to save me, isn't he a zombie, he will count, he hasn't counted yet.

Cocking Erlang's legs, he stretched out his hand to pick up a small grass pulled back from the grass, and stared at it with a pair of sad eyes, I really thank you, thanks to you, I will take good care of you from tomorrow.

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I become, I really want to let the zombie outside the memory come over with a weeding machine! I'll take you all the flowers and plants of your palace in a morning, nay, an hour!

He shouldn't have seen me digging a hole, fix him, all right!

Lying on the bed, his little arms and short legs waved in the air: "Ah! It's so annoying! ”

With such a roar, it almost roared down the figure standing on the roof of the house.

Lord Yu patted his chest, lifted the corner of the tile, and looked down with a pair of heroic eyes.

In this body, her soul glowed with a faint pink light, and it was blurry, and she couldn't even see what this soul looked like.

Yu Mumu closed her eyes and calmed down, quiet without any sound, although it looked quiet, in fact, her heart was about to catch up with singing.

The figure crouching on the roof stared at her soul carefully for a long time.

Lord Yu was overjoyed in his heart, and it was not in vain that I squatted on the roof for so long that I finally found out.

Although the appearance of her soul is still invisible, the middle of her forehead is up, and it is slowly emerging, about a silhouette, but you can clearly see that it is a teardrop.

It can be regarded as a small gain, and you can make a difference with the king.

At this moment, Yu Mumu suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the roof, this feeling... There's someone on the roof!

Immediately turned over, didn't bother to put on shoes, and ran out of the house as fast as he could.

The figure on the roof watched her movements in one go.

..... How did she find out that there were people on the roof???

Just now she closed her eyes, is it pretending?

Put the tiles back in their place, jumped out of the roof, and when Yu Mumu stood in the courtyard, where was there any figure on the roof, except for the starry sky, it was endless black.

Yu Mumu scratched her face in wonder, strange, just now I felt that there seemed to be someone on the roof, who could it be?