Let her disguise be pale, with a touch of human flesh.

Cyril heard her words, her thin red lips hooked, and her eyes sparkled.

He licked his tiny fangs with some eagerness, then lowered his head and grabbed her wrist.

The girl's wrists are slender and delicate, and under the thin, soft and fair skin, there is those tempting sweet fragrances.

He couldn't help but bow his head, his thin lips gently covering it.

When the lips touched the girl's skin, the coolness was mixed with his slightly messy breath, and a bewitching aroma appeared.

Like a rose.

Is the Bloodline all this kind of floral fragrance?

Or is it because the castle is surrounded by these flowers?

It's just to get involved, but there are also a lot of roses, why isn't it the floral fragrance of roses?

Li Meng just thought about it briefly.

Then she felt the stinging pain of the child's fangs gently piercing into her skin at her wrist.

The slight pain was soon destroyed by another intense feeling, in a devastating posture.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

But it's even more unbearable.

Li Meng's body trembled slightly, she bit her lower lip, and couldn't help but look away.

But the messy breathing began to betray her unrest.

The flush on her face couldn't even be suppressed by the vampire potion.

The face should have been pale, but it was flushed.

Cyril lifted his eyes slightly, a feeling of satisfaction in his eyes.

The sweetness of the girl entered his body.

The feeling it brought was something that could drive him crazy.

He was reluctant to drink too much, she was not in good health, and she couldn't lose too much blood.

To make her fatter, it's best to pick her up round and soft.

Only then did he dare to really eat.

Thinking of the girl's soft, warm and round appearance, she was held in his arms.

I feel like I'm so well-behaved.

Cyril's face flushed, his fangs withdrawn.

The skin on the girl's wrists, the beads of blood oozing out, were lightly covered by his soft lips, and the tip of his tongue licked lightly.

I can't give up a little bit of sweetness.

When the fangs left her skin, Li Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her stiff body softened.

only to find that Cyril was reluctantly licking her wrists as if she couldn't get enough to eat.

It's like licking chicken feet.

Is it really that delicious?

She looked at him with some curiosity.

Cyril finally let go of her hand, and he looked at the slightly moistened skin that had healed and left no trace.

I couldn't help but lick my lips.

It seemed to be deliciously leaving, and he was reluctant to relive the last trace of breath.

And Li Meng also withdrew his hand and couldn't help but glance at his hand.

It's back to the way it was.

He didn't smoke much, he just smoked a little.

As if she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stand it.

Li Meng's eyes softened a little, and then she stretched out her hand.

Cyril naturally leaned over and bowed his head.

She touched his hair accurately, and her slender fingers ran through his soft strands, like a cat in the sun.

Although the temperature is a little cooler.

The feel is still very perfect.

When Cyril stuck his head over, he actually regretted it.

How did he not hesitate.

Let her touch it casually, do you want to point the self-esteem of the king.

After Li Meng touched it, she showed a gentle smile, "I'm going to go out." ”

Cyril narrowed his eyes warily, "Where?" ”

Li Meng had already gotten up, and the black cloak on her body fell, "Go home, I want to get something." ”

After she finished speaking, she was about to take a step outside.

only to find that his robe was grabbed by a small hand.

She looked down.

But I saw Cyril tilting his head coldly, a few traces of cold anger appeared in his beautiful eyes, and his immature voice was full of oppression.

"This is your home."