"Sit down." he put her gently on the table.

    I don''t know if it''s Shen Wanqing''s illusion. Shen Wanqing seems to see a shallow hook in the corners of the other party''s mouth. Although it''s very shallow, I can''t find it if I don''t take a serious look, but... It seems to really smile!

    Crestel put her down and paused.

    "How to feed?" he gently turned his face, his thin lips pursed slightly.

    The Pope has always been in the temple under the crown. Although he has met the blood clan, he has never had the experience of feeding the blood clan. The Pope suddenly felt unable to start feeding the blood family.

    "Ah! How to feed..." she recovered, and the other party looked at it. Shen Wanqing looked at the snow-white section, licked the lip flap, pressed down the impulse in her heart, and said calmly and casually, "it''s just biting her neck."

    The Pope looked slightly stunned. He stood up slightly, turned his head and asked her curiously, "bite your neck?"

    "Yes!" she nodded, then returned to her mind, afraid of misunderstanding. She explained: "it''s not to break her neck! Just take a gentle bite and drink a few mouthfuls of blood..."

    If Shen Wanqing didn''t have hands but wings at the moment, she would raise her hand and swear.

    "You... Blood families eat like this?" the Pope sipped his lips slightly under the crown, with a indifferent and peaceful expression. He looked at her quietly with long eyelashes and light eyes.

    Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing blinked and immediately explained, "yes, but that''s how they eat. I used to... Used to drink from a cup..."

    He glanced at her gently and said nothing.

    As the young man got up, the snow-white and soft robe hung down smoothly, like running water but with folds.

    The golden tassels shook gently, reflecting the halo stained candle light, flashing golden light.

    Crestel came over and, in the dazed eyes of the other party, stretched out a slender white hand under the holy Pope''s crown. The hand was too white, with distinct joints, just like a flawless white jade.

    "Come up."

    She blinked, then flew her little wings and landed on the palm of the young man''s hand.

    The pope said softly, "bite your neck, isn''t it?"

    "Well," she nodded.

    The Pope pursed his lips slightly under his crown, and his calm and gentle face was indifferent and pure. She saw the other finger tip hook the tightly covered collar. With the snow exposed, Shen Wanqing felt his breath stagnant when he didn''t breathe.

    The snow-white long neck line is smooth and beautiful, the two straight clavicle lines linger an unspeakable beauty, and the concave inner nest of the clavicle makes people want to touch it.

    Shen Wanqing swallowed her saliva, and the fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose made her ready to move. The sharp fangs seemed to show signs gradually, which made Shen Wanqing lick the tip of his teeth.

    "Bite like this?" the young man''s cold and gentle voice made Shen Wanqing suddenly return to his mind.

    Shen Wan nodded, "yes -"

    She was suddenly stunned. Wait, how do you bite?

    She is a bat now. Although she can suck blood, her nature is completely different!

    Shen Wanqing was sad, "neck... Bite... Can''t bite..."

    The Pope crowned Weidun. He looked at her with low eyes, "why?"

    "I can''t turn into a human now, and I can''t bite my neck to eat..." she said sadly.

    "In... Human form?"

    "Yes." she looked up and looked at each other with some surprised eyes. "Don''t you think I''m a bat?"