When Lu Guining came to this conclusion, all that was left was stunned.

Even if it's just conjecture, it's already terrifying.

Lu Guining was almost forced to start the next stage of the plan in a panic, and he began to become extreme and willful, as if he was relying on the favor of His Royal Highness the Prince to do whatever he wanted, and he looked like he was above the top, which offended many people.

However, no matter how Lu Guining messed around, Wen Xien accepted it all, or simply let it go.

Every time after Lu Guining's trouble, it is always His Royal Highness the Prince who cleans up the mess for him. Everyone knows that Lu Guining is an existence that cannot be offended and erased, and some people even guess that he is the second Zhou Nan.

So the castle and the haughty vampires began to move away from the brutal and willful human - which was what Wen Xien wanted to see.

"I really want to lock you here and never be seen by others."

For the first time, Lu Guining felt that the mask on his face was in jeopardy.

……

Wen Xien called Lu Guining several times in succession.

Although he was carried back in embarrassment every time, it did not prevent Lu Guining's arrogance from increasing day by day.

This is a sight and privilege that has never been seen in the castle, no blood clan will let a human ride on her head, but this human who does not know whether to live or die has become a unique existence by virtue of that face.

Lu Guining's appearance is nothing more than extremely excellent, and the unique noble warmth on his body makes him look outstanding, just like a precious landscape calligraphy and painting.

Light and timeless.

But this is just the appearance of him when he first came to the castle, and now he is not at all as clean as before, a white piece of paper is covered with colorful paints, and it is charming and beautiful.

But Wen Xien really didn't do anything excessive.

At most, it is to suck two more mouthfuls of his blood, and then have some mental torture, or let him do something more shameful, and there will be nothing...... bar.

You know, the Bloodline is extremely excited when eating, and sometimes even has a relationship with their own food.

But the prince was calm from the beginning, as if sucking blood was nothing more than a very dull thing for her.

No excitement, no excitement.

There is only sane calmness.

The tip of Wen Xien's tongue licked Lu Guining's neck, his cold eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, his light red eyes gradually dyed crimson, and he pressed his lips to his neck, "Your taste is the best." ”

The best? Lu Guining thought dimly, suddenly his neck hurt, he suddenly woke up, and he felt that the sharp teeth had pierced his skin, and he immediately understood everything.

The sharp pain was followed by the numbness that followed, like a small electric current swimming throughout the body, and the nerves became excited.

The excitement that seemed to rise from the deepest part of the soul traveled through the whole body along the tendons.

Fiery and trembling.

In the process of the blood clan's eating, it was relatively concentrated, and Lu Guining put his hand on Wen Xien's neck.

His palms are large, his fingers are long, stretched out to cover half of Wen Xien's neck, and his skin is cold, white and soft.

The man easily wrapped his hand around the back of Wen Xien's neck, the neck is the most vulnerable place, which makes it easy to feel that he can control the life and death of the person under his palm.

Wen Xien didn't know that her indulgence made Lu Guining's aura overwhelm her for a while. This kind of dangerous and exciting contest on a single-plank bridge is extremely impactful for male creatures.

Bring endless excitement.

In Lu Guining's opinion, his influence can even hurt the noble prince, which shows that he still almost killed Wen Xien.

The pouring of aura is like winning her mentally and psychologically.

Wen Xien's deliberate connivance or contempt for not taking this human being in her eyes at all is like asking Lu Guining to drive into her soul and spirit to do whatever she wants.

After all, this noble prince had been stabbed by a human she looked down upon.

Lu Guining's eyes were too hot, and every time he suppressed Wen Xien with a slight upper hand, it was almost equivalent to violating him mentally.

However, Wen Xien was unaware.

——

What catches your eye is a blooming rose, which has been spread all over the side of the courtyard wall, and under the embellishment of green leaves, the courtyard is decorated with purple and red, full of vitality.

The smell of pink flowers fills the area.

The sun is a little big today, and Wen Xien is suddenly interested in coming out to watch.

After wandering around the garden, he stopped at the roses that covered the walls.

Beside him stood a silent deacon, holding a black umbrella that covered Wen Xien tightly.

"You raised this flower?"

The prince asked suddenly.

The docile deacon said softly: "I know that Your Highness will wake up sooner or later, so I have been raising it myself, Your Highness used to cherish this flower, I thought, you just slept for a while, this flower is not as beautiful as before, Your Highness may not be happy." ”

"You know my mind best."

The corners of the bright red lips slightly set off a slight arc.

"I live for His Highness, and I will be where His Highness is."

Under the silky black sleeves of the fabric, the pale and cold hand fell on the head of the deacon with his head bowed, and gently stroked it.

"Whatever you want, I will give it to you, so you, don't do anything to betray me."

"Yes." The prince's special words can be seen how close and trusting it should be, and Ji Zheng's hands trembled slightly.

Is it really okay to do anything?

Wen Xien took a breath of fresh air outside and went in, after all, this prince is not good at home, he used to be quite lively, but since he was betrayed, he has become very homely.

It's warm outside, it's cold inside, and Wen Xien is used to the cold atmosphere.

Bored, she pulled out a few thick books, sat down in front of the window and began to read.

When Lu Guining came in the evening, he didn't seem to know what politeness was, and he didn't knock on Wen Xien's room, and pushed the door in.

Wen Xien didn't suck his blood every day, only occasionally.

This time, Lu Guining also brought a woman in.

"Your Highness!" Lu Guining happily led the woman to Wen Xien.

Wen Xien raised his eyes and looked at it lightly, his snow-white fingertips rubbing the pages of the book, his expression unpredictable.

Lu Guining was not timid at all, he lifted the woman's chin domineeringly and smiled proudly at the prince, like a child showing off a new toy, raised his eyebrows, and his star-like pupils reflected a faint dark color: "It looks a little like me." ”

Wen Xien stared at the man with his head down, his pale red eyes a little unpredictable.

(End of chapter)