After the wedding, Edward accompanied Ah Zhao to live in the Obrandt Empire for a while.

A few months later, the two set off for the Night Castle.

The Night Castle is still the same as when Zhao left, the roses swaying in the wind under the moonlight, and the melodious harp sound can always be heard in the ears.

On this night, Edward accompanied Ah Zhao in the castle garden.

After walking for a while, Ah Zhao suddenly stopped.

Edward looked at her quizzically.

Zhao said softly, "Edward, transform me. ”

Edward looked at Zhao in surprise, not understanding why she suddenly had such an idea.

Of course, he wanted to transform Ah Zhao.

Bloodlines live long.

He used to be lonely, and he has been such a person for hundreds of years, thousands of years, and he can sleep when he is really bored.

But now it's different, and I feel the company of my loved ones.

If one day, Edward was to be allowed to live alone again, and he felt that he would not be able to stand it.

But when it comes to change, Ah Zhao doesn't seem to be very happy all along.

She was still very young, and Edward was not in such a hurry to say it.

"I've been thinking about this all this time." Ah Zhao looked at him with a smile.

"Now I figured it out. I want to be with you, always and ever. ”

Edward couldn't help but pick him up.

The two embraced each other in a sea of roses.

"I've been like this for a long time, you know." Edward kissed her softly on the ear.

"Now that you have said this sentence yourself, Satan testifies, even if you regret it in the next second, I will not care."

Edward said this with some viciousness.

Ah Zhao chuckled, "No, I will never return." ”

A slightly cool hand landed on her cheek.

Immediately after, a gentle kiss.

The soft, thin lips moved from her lips to her chin and on.

Stopped at the white neck.

Something sharp was on it.

That's fangs.

Ah Zhao closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

She was a little nervous, but with a certain expectation and curiosity, waiting for the next moment to come.

A sharp pain came from the neck.

The sensation is hard to describe, and the pain is inevitable.

But the pain didn't last long, and it soon turned into a different feeling.

It was a pleasure of the utmost absolute, as if the soul was floating.

Ah Zhao raised his head and couldn't help but moan.

The tip of her soft tongue licked the wound and stopped the bleeding.

Edward looked up.

His fangs had not yet been retracted, and there was still a little red blood on his pale lips, strange and charming.

He lowered his head, bit his wrist in one bite, and put it to Ah Zhao's mouth.

Ah Zhao knew what that meant.

Transformation is a reciprocal process.

She had to suck Edward's blood.

Ah Zhao hesitated for a moment and obediently lowered his head.

She thought she would be disgusted, and the blood of the lovely Dehua was not as bad as she thought.

It was a liquid with a faint fragrance.

The most amazing thing was that as the first mouthful of blood slipped into her throat, a longing suddenly surged from the depths of her body.

Clamor for more blood to satisfy himself.

She leaned uncontrollably, gulping Edward's blood, her fangs slowly forming.

- until he was pulled up by Edward.

"Alright, my girl, I'm going to fall if I suck it again." Edward's smiling voice rang in Zhao's ears.