The man's voice had a hint of a foreign accent, but it still sounded comfortable.

Han Yao struggled a little restlessly, but was hugged tighter by the man, "Those people are still there." ”

With just one sentence, Han Xiao stopped moving, and stayed quietly in Chris's arms.

There was no heartbeat in his chest, his body was cold, he was tall, blonde and blue-eyed, but in a flash, Han Yao recognized Cris's identity, a vampire.

In Western mythology, vampires are banished gods who are cursed never to see the sun, and their ancestor Cain is also a god in a sense.

The familiar atmosphere is dark and dirty.

Chris's cold gaze swept over the several vampires who followed him, and the coercion of the rank made several people have to stop there.

Holding the person in his arms, Curry Si took the person to the balcony, the cold breath hit Han Yao's sensitive neck, Han Yao shrank slightly, Chris chuckled, buried his head in Han Yao's neck, and the two sharp fangs were slightly exposed.

"It's just a lowly half-blood, but it has a sweet smell, it's really addictive."

Han Yao didn't dare to move, and the two small white guards tightly grasped the fabric on Cris's waist, and the finely made and expensive shirt was torn out of the folds.

The person in his arms was only as high as his chest, and his immature face was full of horror and panic, but he was still subconsciously seeking comfort, burrowing into his arms like a little milk cat.

Chris shook his head with a smile, picked up the person and put it on the balcony fence, although it was only on the second floor, it was still at a certain height, and there was nowhere to put his little hands in a panic, so he could only subconsciously grab Chris shoulder, and there was still a little moisture in his eyes, looking very pitiful.

Chris propped his hands on both sides of Han Yao, and his right hand weakly supported Han Yao's lower back, with a smile on his face, "Little guy, how old are you?" ”

Han Yao pursed his lips, his gaze a little evasive, "Eighteen." ”

"Lying." Chris dismantled mercilessly, and his arms were about to retreat.

Han Yao hurriedly stretched out his hand to hug him, "I said, I said, eighteen years old...... Eleven months to go. ”

The corners of Chris's mouth curled up in satisfaction, and he reached out and touched Han Yao's head, "This is not the place for you to come, go home quickly." ”

"There's no one at home, I don't know the way." Han Yao said and lowered his head a little aggrieved.

"Lost here? It's hard to find. Chris's cold finger tapped his cold nose and didn't continue.

Picking people off the fence, the softness of the hand made Chris a little reluctant to let go, and he suddenly understood why humans like to have pets, as if it was nice to have such a well-behaved little girl.

Chris took Han Yao's hand and walked out of the bar, and asked a lot of things about Han Yao along the way, and Han Yao said it honestly, so well-behaved that Chris Game was not at ease, so obedient, what if he was abducted?

Sending people downstairs, Chris reluctantly let go of Han Yao's hand, but the next second he was caught by Han Yao again, and his round eyes were amazingly bright under the street lamp.

"Will I ever see you again? I'm all alone, with no friends and no family. ”

A man, he's a man, too.

The little girl had just told him that her parents had left when she was fifteen years old, leaving behind only a house and enough money for her to live the rest of her life in peace.

Chris bent down, a pair of dark blue eyes seemed to want to look into Han Yao's heart, "Then I will accompany you alone, are you just me?" ”

The gloom under his eyes was extremely cloudy, but his face was still calm.

Han Yao was stunned for a while, then nodded happily, "Okay." ”

Chris smiled and touched Han Yao's head, "Okay, go back quickly, I'll come to you tomorrow." ”

It wasn't until he saw the waiting in the cold room light up that Chris left.

The next day, at the high school gate.

At the end of the school day, a lot of students piled up at the school gate, although the school repeatedly ordered students not to buy things from roadside stalls to eat, which was unhygienic. But adolescent students still go their own way.

Han Yao was carrying a black school bag, wearing a school uniform, a short skirt, half-pipe socks, and a pair of ordinary white canvas shoes on his feet.

The hair is tied up, there are thin air bangs on the forehead, and slightly curly broken hair is scattered on both sides of the cheeks, and the long chestnut hair looks more obvious in the sun.

Han Yao stood at the school gate, holding the strap of his schoolbag with both hands, looking down at the ground, and tiptoeing boredly.

There were a few boys behind him who were pushing and shoving, "Go ahead, don't you like her?" ”

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense." The delicate-looking boy had a flush on his face, and his eyes looked at the cold back from time to time.

"Go ahead!"

A few good boys directly pushed people, and the boy was pushed behind Han Yao.

Looking at the back of Hanyao's round head for a long time, he couldn't hold back a word, his face turned red, and everyone else looked anxious for him.

finally mustered up the courage to talk to Han Yao, but Han Yao, who was standing in front, seemed to see something, and ran across the road one by one.

The boy stood dejected, and the others also walked up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Forget Li Hao, it's all in the same class anyway, and there are many opportunities to meet."

Although he said that, he just didn't know if he would have the courage to go up next time, Li Hao looked at the cold on the other side of the road with some unwillingness.

Of course, Han Yao didn't know what was happening behind her, and now she was looking at Chris in front of her with joy.

I didn't expect him to really come.

Han Xiao hugged Chris's arm without being unfamiliar, and danced with him about his interesting story at school today.

Chris listened quietly, responding from time to time, but his eyes fell on the boys across the road, their eyes dark.

"Chris, what are you looking at?" Han Yao looked over suspiciously.

"Nothing." Chris turned his little face away, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat." ”

"yes, okay."

*

Chris said that he brought Han Yao to eat, but he really only let her eat alone.

In the Western restaurant, which is full of extraordinary design, Chris orders a table of food for Han Yao, but only a glass of red wine is placed in front of him.

Han Yao put the cut steak in his mouth, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction like a kitten.

The corners of Chris's mouth rose an arc, and he seemed to be in a good mood, and his slender hand held the red wine glass in front of him, and tasted it like an ordinary medieval aristocrat.

"Aren't you going to eat Chris?" Han Yao was a little puzzled.

Why is it that since he entered the door, he has eaten half full, and Chris still hasn't moved at all.

Chris lowered his glass, his lips glossing, "Didn't your parents tell you that vampires don't have to eat?" ”

"Vampires?" Han Yao tilted his head and looked at Chriss, who was on the other side, "Isn't that a legend?" ”