"Ah -- Joo --"

    A big sneeze.

    Shen Wanqing rubbed his nose, lay loveless on the bed and scolded: "this is the bastard scolding me again!"

    "Goo Goo -"

    His stomach began to rumble with hunger. Shen Wanqing rubbed his hand on his stomach, "fuck!"

    What a fucking grievance!

    According to her, she has been here for more than a week, that is, she hasn''t eaten for more than a week since she woke up!

    No matter what she tries to eat, it tastes like shit. She can''t swallow it.

    Even her favorite wangzi milk tastes like shit. She vomites after drinking it!

    Shen Wanqing is hungry, but she really has no interest in those blood.

    Even if the hungry fangs came out and the housekeeper put the red blood in front of her, Shen Wanqing still felt indifferent.

    She didn''t even have the desire to lift the glass cup.

    So, it''s not Shen Wanqing who doesn''t drink! But those blood had no temptation for Shen Wanqing, which could not make her lose her reason.

    "Dong Dong Dong -" the door was knocked.

    Shen Wanqing turned his head lazily, and his voice was weak, "who?"

    "Your Highness, it''s me." the voice of housekeeper Werner came from outside the door.

    "Oh, what''s up?"

    "Here comes the count of fedry, your highness," said the steward of Werner

    Count fedry

    Shen Wanqing picked her eyebrows slowly. She was a little impressed.

    In the whole blood clan, count Federer should be the best person to Sheryl. Among all the intrigues, Federer protected Sheryl very well.

    "Let him wait outside. I''ll come later." Shen Wanqing slowly propped up and said lazily.

    Housekeeper Werner whispered, "yes, your highness."

    …

    …

    In the hall.

    The decoration of the hall is retro and luxurious, with hot gold silk, smooth and supple carpets and flickering mural candles.

    The young people sitting are elegant and luxurious, and the precipitation of years makes their every move incomparably mature gentlemen.

    Federer took the glass cup handed over by the servant. He casually hooked the corner of his mouth and smiled at the maid.

    He took a sip, licked the blood on his lips with the tip of his tongue, stared at the maid, and said slowly, "it''s very fragrant and delicious."

    The maid was flushed by him and lowered her head shyly.

    "If you want to flirt, go to your own house. Don''t flirt with me." Shen Wanqing rolled his eyes and said impolitely.

    Listening to the familiar voice, Federer''s eyes lit up in an instant, almost subconsciously, and turned to look at the girl.

    The girl walking in front was graceful and thin, and her long black dress made her complexion whiter. The long silver hair is still beautiful, and the scarlet pupil is like a ruby, with a dark color.

    Shen Wanqing sat down on the chair next to Federer. The servant wanted to send the glass cup. Shen Wanqing waved it away.

    Federer was surprised. He smiled and asked, "why not drink? I just tasted it. It''s very fresh."

    "It''s hard to drink." Shen Wanqing replied expressionless.

    "Something''s wrong! You look wrong! How much you''ve lost?" Federer frowned tightly, put down the glass cup and came over to look at Shen Wanqing.

    "Hey, go, go, go away!" Shen Wanqing waved his hand in disgust.