Stop him from taking advantage of his madness.

saw a little ambiguous moistness in the young man's crimson eyes.

Then he took her finger and licked it.

It's no different from licking ice cream.

Li Meng thinks this guy's estrus period is really long.

She endured.

He continued to lick and still didn't let go of her.

Li Meng felt that she couldn't bear it anymore.

Just when he was about to go further.

Li Meng squinted expressionlessly, hooked his neck with one hand, and pulled him down with a very ferocious force.

Then she looked up and kissed him on the lips.

Heavy and fast.

The lip flaps are numb.

Cyril was stunned, he was still evil and crazy just now, but now he was dumb and cute.

Li Meng slapped his face away in disgust, and then reached out to wipe his mouth.

Kiss every day.

Do you know how many bacteria a kiss can bring.

Moreover, the blood clan is not the same as the human race, and the bacteria contained in the kiss of the blood clan are different from the human race.

What if the other party has a lethal microbiome?

She couldn't help but lick the inside of her lips, well, it's good that there are no wounds.

This way, there is no need for bacteria to invade.

Lick it again, uh, the young man's cold breath is too exciting.

She licked and licked, and her face began to turn red again.

The estrus period in humans is trouble.

Estrus all year round.

She suppressed her impulses, turned around and ran.

Cyril had just reacted when the beautiful boy stretched out his finger and touched his thin lips.

The sweetness and moist touch left by the girl on it.

He was stunned for a while.

Finally, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, and his beautiful eyes were full of happy smiles.

Never so sure she liked him.

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Just when Li Meng was idle and had nothing to do, she invented a large number of various magic potions and sold them, and became a little rich woman.

Cyril is dying.

When she heard the housekeeper crawling and crawling, she came to inform her with a look of despair.

Li Meng: "......"

Then she wiped her hands and calmly followed the desperate housekeeper to see Cyril.

The housekeeper wept bitterly as she walked.

Li Meng wondered how she cried, wasn't she a vampire?

Where are the tear ducts?

Oh, crying while dropping eye drops.

Then she saw the boy lying in the coffin, his golden hair soft and loose on the velvet underlay.

The face was as beautiful and pale as the coldness of a marble carving.

He slept quietly.

There was no breathing, no trembling of any pulse, the temperature of the skin.

After all, it is a blood clan, and the sleeping appearance is similar to a corpse.

Li Meng saw that in the gorgeous coffin, he was like a gorgeous rose boy, lying without any life.

Her eyes fell on his chest.

There was a dagger studded with gems.

The dagger was pierced into the chest, and the wound was unusually oozing.

Li Meng's body stiffened, and his eyes fell on his wound for a long time.

Then she walked over step by step.

When she came to the coffin, her face was a little pale, but her voice was unusually calm.

"Alright, stop being mischievous, Syr."

The boy was still quiet.

Li Meng's heart tightened, clasped the fingertips on the edge of the coffin, and pressed hard, so hard that it hurt.

The boy who was suddenly asleep slowly opened his eyes, his thin red lips hooked badly, revealing a lazy smile.

"What, pretending to be like it?"

As he spoke, he sat down and pulled the dagger from his chest.

Li Meng's eyes fell on the wound on his chest.