Shen Wanqing thought corester didn''t agree, so he pitifully pulled corester''s sleeve, shook it and said, "under the crown, I haven''t eaten for several days. Since I drank the blood under the crown that day, I haven''t eaten anything."

    "..." crestel looked at her and sipped his lips. "Why not eat?"

    "Because I haven''t seen her in the past few days..." she said flat.

    Although there is a night attack every night, it is impossible for her to rush over and chew on her neck while others are sleeping, right?

    Besides, she can''t be so stupid to say about the night attack every night.

    Shen Wanqing licked her lips again. Her eyes smiled and said to corester, "mainly I don''t want to drink other people''s blood. I just want to drink the blood under the crown. Because the blood under the crown is too fragrant and sweet ~"

    Crestel''s thin lips were slightly pursed, and his crimson and beautiful lips were pursed in a straight line. He trembled his eyelashes and whispered, "is it still the same as before?"

    "Hmm?" she was stunned.

    "Follow it with a bowl," explains crestel

    Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing returned to his mind, and Fei''s eyes blinked and stared at corester. She raised her mouth and hurriedly said, "of course not!"

    The other side looked at her with pure and quiet eyes.

    Shen Wanqing said brazenly, "I''m not the little bat before now. Little bats can drink blood like that, but people can''t!"

    Crestel frowned and asked calmly, "what should I do?"

    Shen Wanqing looked at each other''s snow-white neck and licked his lips. His eyes were hot. "Just... Just bite his neck..."

    Crestel lowered his eyebrows. He didn''t speak, but his fingertips rested on the snow-white collar. Gently pull, the original semi covered collar is exposed without reservation.

    The snow-white skin is exposed to the air, the clavicle is straight, and the lines are smooth and beautiful.

    Crestel had no expression on his face, even very calm, "come on, aren''t you hungry?"

    In fact, corester was thinking that his neck should not feel the same as his fingers, right?

    Thinking of the strange wet feeling on his fingertips at that time, Krister couldn''t help trembling his eyelashes and slightly sipping his lips.

    Looking at the snow-white neck exposed in front of her eyes, Shen Wanqing''s tusks had been itching for a long time. She leaned over and put her hand on the young man''s shoulder.

    The other party''s body was stiff because of her movements, which seemed a little surprised.

    Shen Wanqing put her hand on Krister''s shoulder and her thin body was close to each other''s chest. She noticed each other''s rigid body and thought the other party was afraid.

    The girl with silver hair and eyes leaned against the holy and pure youth, and her soft voice coaxed: "under the crown, there may be some pain at first. If you are afraid, you can push me away."

    The Pope sipped his lips under his crown, slightly turned his face, and the clavicle was tempting, "drink."

    "OK." the girl bent her eyes and smiled.

    As the girl approached, the Pope''s breath stagnated under the crown, and the soft lip was close to his neck. He felt the sharp fangs gently touch his skin and rub it slightly.

    Itchy, gently teased, but never took the next step.

    Krister couldn''t help moving and wanted to look back at her. The next second, the pupil was stunned.

    The sharp fangs pierced his skin at that moment, and his blood flowed. He could feel each other sucking his neck.