I'd rather lie in bed than drink blood to replenish my strength, not because I'm angry, but I really can't stand the warm touch of fresh blood, and the fishy sweet taste.

More than once, Reilly helped me bring fresh blood and tried to persuade me to drink a little, but I could only resist the feeling of gagging and tell her sorry every time.

"Hmph! it's cheap again!" Reilly stood on the edge of the bed with her chest crossed, snorting at the kitten who was nesting on the edge of the bed licking the blood on the plate.

According to Vivien, the kitten was raised by Hatherine before, a vampire cat that had lived for more than four hundred years, and from the first time Reilly sent blood, the kitten began to be very excited, and after watching me refuse, he carefully rubbed it at Reilly's feet and begged for blood.

The kitten is actually very afraid of Reilly, but at the moment of gourmet, he doesn't even think about whether Reilly will take the opportunity to bully her.

"It's been a while since Lillard sent it over, and he hasn't fed it much, probably because he's hungry. Leaning against the head of the bed, I looked at the kitten with a smile.

The little guy used his whole body to circle the plate filled with blood, and the little tail flicked one by one, as if to announce the uniqueness of the food, and the pink little tongue licked the food on the plate elegantly, and his eyes were slightly squinted, looking like he was enjoying it.

"You also know that going uneaten for a long time can cause hunger?"

The cold voice came from the window, and the air was full of the smell of dependence, and I didn't have to look back to know that it was Lirad again.

"I just don't like the smell of blood. Leaning against the head of the bed, I didn't move, and my voice was soft, but I knew that Llard could hear it.

The familiar footsteps slowly approached, and Lirad walked to the side of the bed and raised his hand to touch my cheek, "Was it hard?"

I shook my head slowly, it was so hard that it was nothing, just that kind of dilemma and hesitation, which was exhausting.

A touch of worry crept up on his pale face, Lard took the cup handed by Reilly, and shook it, the viscous blood left a faint red on the wall of the cup, "Even if you don't like it, you have to use a little, otherwise you won't have the strength." ”

After Llard finished speaking, he smiled and brought the cup to his lips, watching the bright red in the cup slowly decrease, and a picture suddenly appeared in my mind that made me a little nervous.

In Duke Hammer's garden, Lillard laughed and drank a large mouthful of blood, and then ......

"Hmm......" suddenly poured into my mouth with fishy sweetness, which made me feel a little uncomfortable, and I shook my head and wanted to vomit it out.

But Lillard held the cup in one hand and the back of my neck with the other, his cold lips pressed tightly to my lips, and his tongue deftly held my tongue in place, and the sweet and slightly cool blood kept pouring into my mouth.

I want to vomit, but I can't vomit.

Blood, but it is still pouring into his mouth.

There was no outlet for blood to go down my throat and into my stomach.

The blood slowly flowed into my stomach, then absorbed and transformed into a small force that gradually spread to my limbs.

Knowing that I didn't have the strength to resist, Lard fed me a few more mouthfuls of blood in the same way.

While I did drink most of the blood, a small amount was coming out of the corners of my mouth as I struggled.

My mouth was full of crimson, and even the corners of my mouth were dark red, and I knew that I must be embarrassed by the way I looked.

"Smack-"

The first thing I did when I regained my strength was to slap Ridard, then lift my arm and wipe the blood from my mouth with the sleeve of my coat.

Wipe it all clean along with the feeling of being kissed by Leillard......