Li Meng saw that the young man lowered his eyes, the gentle traces on the corners of his mouth were gone, but he straightened slightly, and a trace of grievance appeared on his cold and pale face.

Grievance?

It's just to be touched, this crying and crying look is simply annoying.

It's not like a big man.

Li Meng despised him, so he carefully retracted his feet and stepped out of the house.

The window is a bit high, if you don't have to climb, you can land on one foot so directly, and it would be appropriate to fall and eat.

She reached out and held on to the edge of the ledge, her feet already on this side of the room, and she jumped down.

Cyril's fingers detached from her shoulder.

Li Meng saw that she was about to land, and she was only a few centimeters away.

Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her slender waist and strangled hard, and the young man behind her had already pasted over.

His cold chest, pressed against her thin back, clasped her waist with both hands, and made her nowhere to run.

And then don't wait for Li Meng to struggle.

He had easily carried her back and sat on his lap.

The boy leaned against the rose vine, and the thorns at his side could not hurt him for half a point.

Instead, his pale face was lined with a clean bright color.

The boy pressed her into his arms, the cold fragrance of roses wrapped around the girl in his arms, and his slender fingers pressed against the back of her white neck.

Forced her to lift her face.

The beautiful king of the blood clan had bowed his head, and his thin red lips were pressed against her defenseless, pure neck like a lamb.

The touch of cold and danger, with a cold but powerful attitude, descended nobly and proudly.

Li Meng only felt that the boy's lips were too cold.

She had already taken vampire potions, and her body temperature was close to that of a vampire.

only to find that Cyril's lip flap was much colder than she imagined.

Her skin shuddered slightly.

But not because of the cold, but because of the unconscious, perceived danger.

Instinctively, she reached out and hugged him, because in this difficult position, she could let her fingers converge and take out the poison.

Poison can't kill him for a while.

But it was also a painful ordeal that paralyzed him at least temporarily.

Li Meng thought that these days, she was struggling to reveal her identity as a spy almost every day.

And now the results are finally in.

Cyril must have known that she was a spy and even suspected that she was human.

Otherwise, you can use this posture and want to bite her.

The boy's lips were out, and the fangs were already exposed, and the sharp tips of the teeth rubbed against her fragile skin.

It seems to be picking her most tender meat and trying to nibble on it.

This excessive contact, that hidden pleasure stimulation, began to spread from the skin again.

Li Meng snapped his fingers and sped up the action of taking out the back poison from his sleeve.

I finally took out the poison, it was a bag, and I was about to take out some.

But suddenly the boy who hugged her, let go of the back of her neck, buried his face in her shoulder socket, and kissed her skin lightly with his thin lips.

Cool but soft touch.

Let Li Meng reflexively think that it was exposed, and hold the poison and stuff it into his sleeve at will.

It turns out that he just changed his position to gnaw on her.

She frowned, vampires don't want vampires.

So her identity was exposed, although it was a little earlier, but at least the effect was what she wanted.

Revealing one's identity is the most important scoring link.

The next thing left is the assassination.

She saw that he was still rubbing, grinding and chirping, not a man.

Li Meng saw that he didn't notice his movements, and wanted to get the poison out, but he was stuffed too quickly, and half of the medicine was cut out of the cuff, and with this pull, the bag was scattered, and some of the poison was sprinkled into her sleeve.