saw Li Meng looking at the man reluctantly.

There was a hint of irritable anger in his cold eyes.

Just like it?

Li Meng watched the cannon fodder disappear from the drama, and then she withdrew the mentality of the rural aunt watching the play, calmly pulled the cuffs and turned around.

She was just about to say something.

But he was suddenly stunned.

The child sitting on the bed, under the long and thick eyelashes, a pair of beautiful black eyes seemed to glow red.

Half of his face was hidden in the shadows.

Pale and delicate, with a morbid sense of evil.

Li Meng felt a little dazzled, and reached out to rub the corners of her eyes.

And Cyril, who was sitting on the bed, had lowered his eyes indifferently, and the red in his eyes had disappeared.

Li Meng saw that he had become normal, and he was sure that his eyes were not good.

She walked over, bent down, and her voice softened.

"Does your tooth still hurt?"

He seemed to be in pain just now, and his face was a little hideous?

Cyril narrowed his dark pupils, his thin lips curled up a little.

"Why don't you chase your fiancé?"

Li Meng was a little puzzled, no matter how dull she was, she could see that the child was unhappy.

Does it still hurt?

She reached out and gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, and corrected softly, "He's not my fiancé." ”

Cyril looked at her expressionlessly for a long time before pursing his thin lips and sneering coldly.

"It's not a fiancé, it's a lover?"

Li Meng felt that this little guy was in a bad mood.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked down and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Cyril was stunned.

Only then did I hear the girl's calm voice sounding faintly.

"I won't love him if I love you."

The cold darkness in Cyril's eyes froze for a moment, and he blinked slowly.

I only felt a warmth in my chest.

Although he maintains a human posture as a child, he has a warm body temperature and an upsurge of blood.

Even warm breathing.

But he didn't have a heartbeat.

But just now he suddenly felt as if he was having a heartbeat.

Even the sound of a beating heartbeat.

He held his breath slowly, knowing of course that it was just a delusion.

It's a tightness in the chest.

He reached out and gently grasped her wrist, staring at her without blinking.

"You said you love me, but there is no room for repentance."

Li Meng has no resistance to the child's cuteness, and he looks at her.

It looks like no one loves him, it's so bleak.

Thinking that he was sent to be a blood slave at a young age.

It is estimated that grandma doesn't love grandma and grandpa doesn't love, and her childhood is miserable.

He cares so much about whether anyone loves him.

At this moment, Li Meng's motherhood is upwell.

Thinking that although the fate of human beings will be miserable in the future, there will still be a few blood slaves.

After all, the number of blood clans is still small compared to the huge human group.

So some humans still survive to death.

Li Meng began to calculate how much wealth she had.

I plan to get him a better identity so that he can live happily in the future.

She doesn't need it anyway.

Why not take it out for charity.

She looked at him with loving eyes.

Then nodded seriously, "Well, I don't regret loving you." ”

Suddenly I had a great feeling of being a mother.

Cyril straightened slightly, and her pretty eyes stared at her quietly for a long time before she exhaled softly as if resigned to her fate.

Just when Li Meng was immersed in the atmosphere of raising a child.

He lowered his eyes and kissed her on the lips.

This kiss is possessive, but surprisingly gentle.

Li Meng stretched out his hand to wipe his mouth expressionlessly, corrected him and said, "You can't kiss your lips, this is the posture of kissing your lover in the future." ”

Cyril's gaze was darker than it meant to be, and he looked at her in silence for a few seconds before smiling.

"Oh, is it?".

Lovers sound good, too.