Looking at the little bat, he seemed to think he couldn''t understand what she said.

    In fact, corester understood. This... Should be a joke?

    Why make fun of the pope when his long eyelashes droop gently under his crown?

    This was the first time someone dared to make fun of the Pope''s crown. The Pope felt very confused. He frowned and his lips suddenly closed.

    Shen Wanqing blinked. What''s the matter? It was just fine. Why did it suddenly get cold.

    She leaned over and touched the finger under the Pope''s crown with her small wings. Before she touched it, the Pope pursed her lips and withdrew her hand coldly.

    Shen Wanqing was stunned immediately.

    Hey, what''s going on! Why don''t you let me touch it?!

    After so many meetings, the woman''s intuition made Shen Wanqing quickly flutter her small wings and fly over. She landed firmly on the piano box in front of the young man.

    This time when she landed, she paid attention to the position. Her ass was definitely not sitting on the string, so it would not be crushed~

    Shen Wanqing''s small wings gently touched the young man''s fingertips, and the other party wanted to take them back. Shen Wanqing quickly hugged the young man''s fingertips with his small wings, and his whole body jumped on the other party''s fingertips.

    The size of the little bat is too small. It''s almost full when holding a finger of the young man.

    Looking at the little bat holding his fingertip tightly, corester was slightly stunned. His other fingertip flicked each other''s small forehead, "loosen."

    "Don''t loose, don''t loose!" she held the young man''s snow-white fingertips tightly.

    It''s too close. Shen Wanqing can smell each other''s sweet smell just by this finger. His tusks can''t help itching and grinding gently.

    The sweet smell is like an addiction that people can''t quit, making people lose their mind.

    At this moment, Shen Wanqing just wants his fangs to pierce each other''s white skin, let the hot blood flow into his throat and warm his cold body.

    Crestel was also stunned. He felt that the other party''s sharp and small tusks were rubbing against his fingertips unconsciously, as if he was longing for something.

    "Very hungry?" he gently lowered his long eyelashes and calmly looked at the little bat holding his fingertips.

    Shen Wanqing slowly took back his fangs and nodded, "well, I''m hungry..."

    “……”

    The Pope looked at her without saying a word. He was silent for a while and whispered, "I feed you. First... Let go of me."

    At that moment, Shen Wanqing thought he was deaf. The little bat looked at him with his crimson eyes open. "What did you just say?"

    Under the Pope''s crown, he slightly sipped the beautiful petal like lips, and his beautiful face was plain and gentle, "I... Feed you blood."

    "Really!" the little bat happily seemed to forget that he was holding his fingertips and opened his wings.

    At the moment of letting go, Shen Wanqing froze, "ah -"

    The body of the little bat fell from the air, and suddenly a slender big hand caught her body.

    Lying on the palm of each other''s hand, Shen Wanqing was still stunned. She blinked and looked up at the young man in front of her.

    Krister looked down at the little bat sitting in the palm of his hand. The light colored long eyelashes drooped gently, and the light golden broken hair glittered under the candlelight, holy and pure.

    Looking at the little bat, corester said coldly, "isn''t it a bat? Why don''t you know it''s flying?"

    Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing blinked and asked qubaba, "I''m hungry and can''t fly."