Wen Xien ate it all for face, and then called him.

He stared at Wen Xien with torch-like eyes and asked slowly, "What's wrong?" ”

Wen Xien, who was drinking red wine with his eyes down, didn't notice Yuan Xu's overly gentle eyes, and said casually: "No, I just want to go back." ”

Yuan Xu clenched his knife and fork tightly, and didn't say anything, but his mood was obviously low.

Wen Xien went back without notice, and the lights in the castle were already half dimmed.

When he came back, Wen Xien was a little thirsty.

The small dining room at the end of the hallway is not lit.

She was still thinking about the male protagonist in her heart, Wen Xien walked into the restaurant, and the insulated teapot in the restaurant was brewing flower tea, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

She went over to take a cup of tea and was about to leave, when the tip of her nose suddenly smelled a fishy smell different from the fragrance of flower tea.

This fishy smell exudes a fragrance that is sweeter and more bewitching than flower tea.

The blood flowing normally in her body suddenly became hot, Wen Xien's eyes were covered with a layer of white mist, her mouth was dry, she unbuttoned the lining on her chest, fine sweat oozed from her forehead, and she vaguely noticed something abnormal.

For such a long time, Wen Xien has not eaten for a long time, she spends most of her time eating human food to fill her stomach, and the sudden sweet fishy smell makes Wen Xien a little uncontrollable.

What's more, this fishy smell is different from the taste of blood slaves.

But......

Wen Xien's eyes sank, and she gritted her teeth.

"Ji, Zheng."

Her heart beat a little faster, Wen Xien hated this kind of forced blood-sucking, or she hated being forced to do anything, even blood.

Struggling to keep his drowsy brain awake, Wen Xien had already scolded that person from beginning to end in his heart.

The restaurant, which had no light, was getting darker and darker because of her blurred vision, and she wanted to put down her teacup in the dark and go to find out, but she didn't think that her table was already not the table.

"Bang-" sound.

The teacups were torn apart, and a clear voice resounded through the silent dining room.

It's like a sign of some beginning.

The rich aroma of flower tea obscures most of the unfamiliar smells.

The man had been sitting silently on the leather sofa in the dining room, and he got up and stood up, his tall and sturdy figure like a fierce beast that chooses people to eat.

Wen Xien felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

In a trance, his eyes widened, but his reason was eroded little by little by the increasingly strong smell of blood in the air.

Wen Xien swallowed violently, a little uncontrollably wanting to taste the taste of blood.

It smells so good.

I want to bite.

The instincts of the Bloodclan excite her.

It tickled between the teeth, and two small, sharp fangs slowly showed their heads.

Wen Xien propped up the kitchen counter, clasping a corner stubbornly, so that she could barely get over without temptation, she wanted to leave, but her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand anymore.

The man who walked over from the leather sofa had a hoarse voice, and in the silence, he could even be heard swallowing excitedly: "—Your Highness." ”

The lingering sound seems to have sprinkled infinite love threads, wrapping the prey tightly.

Wen Xien's eyes were gloomy, indifferent and cruel under his drooping eyelashes.

"Who gave you permission to do that? Do you really think I dare not punish you? ”

The pale and slender fingers hung down at his side, and the blood was surging rapidly.

Ji Zheng greedily used the moonlight to depict the face of His Royal Highness, he had been letting it go for a long time, but he hadn't seen his Highness, how could he not know that His Highness was hiding from him?

You can't even go home if you hide.

It's really not good.

He thought coldly.

Obviously, His Highness didn't like to run outside before, and he blamed those damn low-level species for tempting his Highness.

The moonlight shone from behind the window, and he tried his best to suppress the tyrannical killing intent and jealousy of others in his body, and slowly walked towards his highness.

The closer you get, the stronger the smell of blood.

Wen Xien knew that she couldn't escape, she thought fiercely, and directly sucked this man dry.

Soft, slender arms around the neck.

His Royal Highness the proud prince exhaled a scorching breath, and the faint cold fragrance emanating from the skin and flesh became more and more intense, drilling into the tip of his nose one by one, and he opened his mouth unsatisfied, inhaling the cold fragrance in the air fiercely.

It is thin and soft, with its hair feathers hanging down its neck, and the breath exhaled is even richer and more charming than the fragrance of flowers in the air.

He was now extremely excited and excited, and the deacon who was on the verge of breaking out subconsciously stretched out his hand, and there was a strange obsession between his originally docile and gentle eyebrows, but his palm didn't dare to protect Wen Xien's back too hard, and carefully patted her back.

Instinct shouting.

He was madly hungry for the people in front of him.

He wanted to be one with the person in front of him.

The shirt button was rudely unbuttoned, the slender white fingers gently crossed his collarbone, the small head pressed against his neck, the cold fragrance also wrapped him, the hot breath between his lips, and he gasped in his arms: "Don't regret it......"

His Highness seemed to be very angry, as if he wanted to intimidate him, but unfortunately his voice was hoarse and soft, and the breath exhaled between the opening and closing of his lips was sweet and soft, like melted honey, which was more seductive than everything.

It's not so much intimidation as it's seducing.

Wen Xien proved with her actions that she really wanted to suck this man dry.

The man didn't stop anything, as if it wasn't him who was being sucked, he gently patted Wen Xi'en's back with one hand, and arranged Wen Xi'an's slightly long hair with the other.

Then in the process of Wen Xien's indulgence in sucking blood, he will kiss her hair openly.

The slender and soft arms seemed to wrap around his neck affectionately, and the breath exhaled was scorching and long, but the blood-sucking action suddenly became a little faster.

With a hint of revenge.

The Bloodline is always loyal to pleasure/feeling and desire/desire.

But it's a pity that he can't suck Ji Zheng dry, Wen Xien sucked for a while, and found that he was full, and his little belly was bulging.

Ji Zheng was still playing with his soft hair, Wen Xien suddenly didn't want to suck it, and the moment his fangs were pulled out, he let out a soft "pop".

The ambiguous sound resounded in the restaurant.

Ji Zheng's Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and a little white light seemed to appear in his vision shrouded in darkness.

It was a piece of delicate snow-white flesh, sliding down the beautiful and slender neck line, hidden in the long-sleeved sleeves, and the magnificent winding cyan meridians roamed under the thin flesh, exuding a fishy sweet and bewitching aroma.

That's not the aroma of blood.

It is the fragrance of His Highness that rises from the depths of the flesh.

Your Highness may not know that the taste on her body is more than a hundred times more delicious than blood.

Ji Zheng's eyes were dark, his throat was unbearably dry, and he rarely experienced hunger and thirst.

(End of chapter)