"But he's very good-looking," Jacqueline said without completely refusing, "I've never seen a man more beautiful than him, except for his age."

Wen Cha looked at the sky speechlessly, there is no vampire who does not look bad, even if he does not look good as a human being, but after becoming a vampire, the genes are completely changed, and his appearance will be improved.

"Your vision is not bad." Jacqueline said, "But if you're in a relationship with him, you'd better be mindful, not as stupid as at home." ”

Seeing her pretending to be shrewd, Wen Cha couldn't help but think of the way she leaned on the window and yelled at Tullster to write a letter before, but at that time, I didn't see her IQ.

"I see." Facing her seemingly fierce but concerned gaze, Wen Cha was very happy in her heart, and couldn't help but touch the little girl's long golden hair, "I've made dinner, let's eat first." ”

For dinner, Jacqueline rarely didn't break the chopsticks, and Wen Cha felt a lot more relaxed.

At this rate, Tulster shouldn't be slaughtering, Jacqueline won't fall in love with the Bloods, she'll finish high school well, and then go to the outside world to see, Tulst will fall into hibernation when the time comes, and everything is working in a good direction.

In the evening, Turst did not come to sneak attack, Wencha slept well, and the next day he was much better, and got up early in the morning to tinker in the kitchen, and prepared a lunch box for Jacqueline.

The little girl took the lunch box and said coolly: "When you let him come to the house as a guest, I want to know him."

This warm tea couldn't be decided by one person, so he had to say, "It depends."

"Cut!" Jacqueline left disappointed, disdainful of her cowardly look.

Approaching the summer solstice, the Saga roses in the flower field are all budding, although they are small flower bones, but they are full of life.

Wencha contacted the merchants who had cooperated with them in previous years, but the field looked at the situation, and the merchants immediately set most of the flower branches and agreed to come to harvest two days before the summer solstice.

Wen Cha took the deposit and began to make preparations.

Before the time came, those people took away all the flowers, and in a few days it will be the Thousand Flowers Festival in the Gela Continent, when there will be flower viewing and flower arrangement activities everywhere, and the city of Ar will welcome countless tourists, flowers are a necessity in various cities.

Wen Cha left a part of the Saga roses for backup, and on the day of the Thousand Flowers Festival, not only rose cakes were made, but also rose tea was brewed and rose wine was made.

Mrs. Afred, who was next door, liked her craft very much, and the refreshments she made in advance, and the warm tea was delivered to her when it was ready, and Mrs. Afred invited her to go for a walk outside.

The city of Arle has been very lively recently, and there are pots of colorful flowers in the center of the street, neatly stacked together, very beautiful, including bonsai contributed by each family.

The warm tea sent out a pot of roses and a pot of calendula, all of which were buds that were about to bloom, which attracted many onlookers.

Mrs. Alfred loved irises, and put them in a pot, too, with a pot of golden lilies.

The flower arrangement contest in the city center is held every year on the afternoon of the summer solstice, and the prizes are very rich.

Jacqueline wore a colorful wreath and wore an orange pleated skirt following behind the two, looking left and right, not at all quiet, she and her good friend Judy made an appointment to meet at the flower show in the city center, and soon parted with Wencha.

Wen Cha hesitated, and instead of following, he went to enjoy the flowers with Mrs. Alfred.

Three or four times more people came and went in the streets than before, mostly from nearby cities, and some from other places.

They are very curious about this city that does not rain all year round and still blooms with flowers, and only around the summer solstice, Aer City sells several times as many flowers as usual.

Not long after Wen Cha and Mrs. Alfred had been shopping, the old woman was a little tired, and she was embarrassed to say a word to Wen Cha, and went home with her husband.

Wen Cha went around alone and bought a pot of small moon season with flower buds, the flower color is light green, very fresh and very special.

Wen Cha paid the money, picked up the small flower pot, and was about to go elsewhere to take a look, when she suddenly felt an inexplicable strangeness, and her eyes unconsciously looked at the end of the street, and a black shadow with an umbrella was standing at the corner of the street looking at her.

She was stunned for a moment, then walked over to him through the crowd, and looked at the face of the visitor in surprise, "Master Tullst, why are you ............?"

The young Bloodclan was as pale and cold as ever, and although they always met every once in a while at night, he still seemed very unreal standing on the busy street.

Wen Cha didn't know why he was standing here, and she didn't want to know what he was doing here, so she grabbed his sleeve with one free hand and said, "You shouldn't have come here."

Turst stared at her silently, a hint of inquiry in his gaze, as if to confirm what she was thinking, whether she was afraid that he would go on a killing spree, or if she was just worried about him......

"It's hot right now." "You won't be able to take it," she said.

Her voice was low, as if it were speaking to herself, but he caught it.

The young Bloodclan heard the sound of his heart cracking, and his cold body was filled with unprecedented lightness, and he grabbed her wrist with his backhand and followed her out of the bustling street market.

Wen Cha took him home, placed him in the living room, turned around and put the pale green moon season at the door, poured himself a glass of juice and came out, and complained slightly: "You are really reckless today."

Turst raised his eyes to look at her, his cold eyes covered with a faint luster, and he couldn't hear the meaning: "You're worried about me."

Wen Cha was stunned for a moment, and met his cold and persistent gaze, the whole person seemed to be embraced by coldness, both collapsed and needed.

She didn't know what she was doing, maybe it was stupid, maybe it was bad, it wasn't going to be good.

"You're worried about me." Turst repeated the words, still staring at her, he would not give up without an answer.

"Yes," Wen Cha said dryly, "I'm worried about you."

"You're not worried that I'm going to kill those people?" He spoke again, his eyes piercing, ready to catch her mistakes.

"I'm not worried about those people."

"Why?"

"Because you're not going to do it."

Tullst stared at her indifferently, "How do you know I won't?" ”

"Because you didn't kill me."

The young Bloodclan paused, a crack appeared in his cold eyes, as if he had been hit in the soft underbelly, and a trace of annoyance appeared on his expressionless face.

Yes, irritated.

Shame and anger.