"Wait, don't ......"

He opened his lips and wanted to say something, but after saying a word, he pursed his lips and opened his eyes wide, his pure eyes swayed slightly like a lake, and the sparkling halo was a little uncomfortable, he narrowed his eyes, and his breathing slowly became faster.

In his expression, there was a slight loss of concentration.

As if he could feel it, the blood was flowing, the fangs were piercing, and all the sensations were surging with the blood clan's food, and he didn't have time to think about anything, so he could only squint almost helplessly, and his slender white fingers pushed the girl's shoulder.

"Enough, enough......"

Pope St. Theros spoke slowly, in a pure and gentle voice like a prayer, and now he was also a little hoarse, and lowered his eyelashes helplessly, and his long eyelashes like butterfly wings blinked slightly, and he repeated again in a low voice:

"You stop ......"

The blood clan who had just started to eat, naturally did not want to stop swallowing, she removed her small fangs slightly, but still sucked slowly in small bites, feeling that her shoulder was held by the Pope, the other party seemed to have been restraining something, the divine light aura was strong, and the gods were breathing lightly in the sun.

He tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes. The light of the eyes without focus is still pure and holy.

Yun Xia was suddenly very curious and wanted to look up to see his expression, but the sweetness of the blood was really delicious, she still swallowed a few times, and waited until the hunger was not so obvious, then she restrained herself and carefully retreated, raised her hand and wiped the corners of her lips.

She looked at the Pope above the Holy See.

The thin red on the person's face was magnificent, his eyes were slightly squinted, his clear eyes were almost blurred, he was distracted and at a loss, his lips were slightly open and he breathed softly, and after a while, he slowly closed his eyes, calmed down his light breath, and his voice was dull and moving, and he slowly whispered: "I said to stop." ”

The girl hung her head innocently and looked at him carefully, and felt very cute for that expression.

No wonder Helena thought so much about him.

It's a beautiful expression.

She whispered, "I'll control it, I won't drink too much, just a little." ”

The Pope gently pursed his thin lips, the color of his lips was the same as the side of his face, and the pale light color finally turned red, and he closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them, staring blankly at the void in front of him.

"So...... What the hell is this? ”

He asked slowly, raising his hand and touching his neck. The marks made by the Bloodclan are gone, and the wound is completely healed.

There was no pain in the whole process, just that weird ......

It's overwhelming.

St. Thelos pinched his eyebrows, raised his hand and gently arranged the collar of his robe, after the thin red faded, he was still a holy and bright pope, pure in faith, and could not be desecrated.

Yun Xia raised his eyebrows and explained, "It's just a feeling, and it's not bad for the body...... Why do you always care about this? ”

St. Theros was silent.

Why do you care......

He recalled the delusion that bordered on madness, and still couldn't help but purse his lips, looked away, his white cheeks were slightly red again, and asked again: "Is there really nothing?" But it's weird......"

"Being sucked blood, it's like this, anyway, the bloodsucking time is not long, can't you endure it and it will pass?" Yun Xia showed his dimples very comfortably.

St. Theros did not contradict her.

It seems that it is indeed his own problem.

The Pope's pure eyes drooped, his fingertips touched his neck, but the clear pupils were slightly dim.