Wen Xi'en's hand pressed his shoulder and arm, allowing him to stand up straight, his long eyebrows lowered, slightly frowning from the pain, but his face was as calm as water.

The voice of the voice that couldn't hear the emotion was low: "I'm fine, let's go back first." ”

But the prince did not look at all fine.

It was the first time Lu Guining had seen Wen Xien's appearance, and it was also the first time he looked at her carefully, raising his head slightly, and every expression on that face was delicate.

However, the more you see it, the more it feels out of reach. The cold and noble appearance is already unapproachable, but the distance and temperature of the inner soul are even more difficult to grasp and guess.

Almost instantly, it was outside.

"Your Majesty."

The deacon, who was waiting outside, did not bow down immediately, opened the car door and helped the prince in according to the usual procedure, but immediately pushed Lu Guining away without refusing.

Like holding a carefully guarded porcelain, he took over this fragile and noble body, and actually held it in the crook of his arm, and sent it into the car properly and meticulously.

A natural and skillful movement that seems to have been done countless times.

Respectfully and carefully keep a distance, and will not let the prince have a trace of rejection and discomfort.

Lu Guining's movements slowly retracted, and as soon as he raised his head, he met the deacon's looking back.

That look didn't have any meaning, it was cool and calm, and even to some extent the same as the aura around his highness, as if he had no desire and no desire, and kept to himself to the extreme.

But Lu Guining's arm was pushed away for a moment, and his subconscious intuition told him that there was hostility in it.

It's as if he has been touched on forbidden territory and rights that belong to him alone.

Lu Guining may not know that his feelings and judgments about Deacon Wen at the moment are also available to the other party. And, almost exactly like him.

Wen Xien didn't know the dark waves outside, she touched the location of her heart, there was no heart, but it still hurt from a twitch.

This is the sequelae left, not only the body collapsed, but also the symptoms of a heart attack.

Oh, if she still has a heart.

Originally, the body was not good, but now there is a chest pain, if it weren't for the prince's bloodline, I don't know how many people were killed.

At night, Wen Xien couldn't fall asleep after being rubbed over and over, although he was blocked from pain, but his body suffered from insomnia because of pain.

Although vampires don't need to sleep at all, Wen Xien just has that habit, and if he doesn't sleep, he will feel uncomfortable.

However, Wen Xien repeatedly woke up and couldn't sleep well, and Lu Guining couldn't sleep well.

He dreamed of the prince.

There is no shortage of beauties in the blood clan at all, it has always been the case.

The word "beauty" is a little frivolous, even if the prince is so famous that many people dare not mention it, but it is really difficult for anyone to ignore it.

The prince's eyes in the photo are soft, but her eyebrows and eyes have a little slack, as if everything in the world is out of her eyes.

Lu Guining looked at the photo and thought to himself, it seems that the years have changed, but the demeanor engraved in this person's bones has not changed, even in the face of the person he loves.

It's just that the eldest duke in the photo, the whole person exudes a rather green taste, and I don't know if it's really the case, the greenness is shaded to the extreme, which is inexplicably reminiscent of the unripe fruit, which is not yet sweet, and only has a sour taste.

This photo made a deep impression on Lu Guining, he rarely paid attention to someone's appearance, but that time was indeed a surprise, because when he saw that photo, his eyes were glued to it, and there was only that person in his eyes.

He knew very well that it was just a dream.

In the dream, he was in a dimly lit room, and the environment of Zhou Guo was blurred, because it was a dream.

Maybe it's just because it's a dream, so I don't need a lot of details. There was no cause or effect, and he knelt on the ground. It's just a dream, so there's no need for a reason.

Then, at this moment, a cold, familiar and chilling voice behind him sounded clearly: "Take off your clothes." ”

All too familiar process. What will happen after that, he knows very well, is nothing more than bloodsucking.

The hand on his side clenched into a fist, but it was released after a while, and in the end, Lu Guining finally unbuttoned the buttons of his clothes one by one in humiliation, and then slipped to the ground.

"Crawl here."

Indifferent tone.

Hearing the prince's words, Lu Guining in the dream did not climb over.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

Lu Guining gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. If he didn't do so, he would only suffer more, and there was no need to suffer these hardships, so he obediently crawled slowly and slowly in a kneeling position.

The man stood in front of him, and he met the gaze of the man, the face of the man who was so strange and somewhat familiar to him at hand, with a cold and cold expression—and it seemed to reveal a faint tenderness.

But it seems to be as if the slightest trace of tenderness disappeared without a trace in the next second, with the coldness of the snow-flying snow in the eyebrows and eyes, wrapped in overwhelming ice, sharply piercing into people's hearts, making people unavoidable, only death.

The pale-skinned prince leaned over, a mocking look on his face, wicked and arrogant, and gently pressed his fingertips against the man's chin, lifting his face up.

Lu Guining suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he was sweating, cold and sticky.

I woke up, and the emotions in the dream extended to reality. The rapid and excessive heartbeat, the feeling of palpitations, was even more intense than ever.

With a long, long sigh of relief, Lu Guining closed his eyes again. He reached out and pressed it on his forehead, felt a cold sweat on his hand, and then turned sideways, and after a long time, his heartbeat finally calmed down.

Wen Xien's unauthorized departure made many dukes and princes with noble blood unhappy, and his dissatisfaction with Wen Xien became stronger and stronger, only feeling that Wen Xien was too blind to no one.

Ji Zheng put his hand on Wen Xien's chest, and his cold face was stained with a little worry.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, and could only see the exposed neck, slender and elegant, his skin had not seen the sun for a long time, pale and delicate, fragile as if it could be easily broken, and the faint blue blood vessels flowed under the thin skin, making people can't help but want to kiss it and kiss it carefully.

Ji Zheng's gaze wandered for a moment.

The prince in the soft chair let out a cough and wheezing, and Ji Zheng immediately came back to his senses, and was about to straighten up to help her smooth the dull pain in her chest.

Wen Xien waved his hand to stop his movements: "How is it?" ”

Ji Zheng lowered his eyebrows and replied softly: "The holy water in it has not been exhausted, and it has been buried for a long time, so I didn't notice it, I'm afraid it's a sign this time." ”

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