An unspeakable strange feeling of crispness came from the wound on the neck, as if it had penetrated into the blood. The blood swam around the body, and the brain seemed to stagnate and lost thinking.

    The hot blood flowed down the fangs into the mouth and finally into the body.

    At this moment, Shen Wanqing felt that the whole person was boiling and burning.

    The sweet smell made Shen Wanqing lose his ability to distinguish. He only knew that he was sucking sweet blood according to his instinct.

    The snow-white fingertips that had fallen to one side could not help curling up slightly. He unconsciously put his hand on each other''s slender waist.

    The slender phalanx gently clasped the girl''s thin waist and gently closed her arms, bringing each other to her arms.

    The holy and pure Pope''s shallow eyes under the crown were stained with a touch of dense water vapor, floating a blush, and the roots of his ears could not help but light red.

    He narrowed his eyes slightly and lost himself in the strange crisp pleasure.

    The Pope couldn''t help but raise his hand and gently pushed the girl''s shoulder, trying to get rid of this feeling that made him out of control.

    But his strength was insignificant for the vampire who had been hungry for several days. His palm was close to the girl''s shoulder. As soon as he pushed it a few times, he was held by the other party and pulled it on her waist.

    Crestel''s strength seemed to have been drained. His slender body leaned back on the chair and let the girl bury herself close to her neck to suck and eat.

    He put his palm on the girl''s waist line, cleared his beautiful shallow eyes, unconsciously narrowed, and his cheeks were crimson.

    After a long time, Shen Wanqing''s Scarlet eyes gradually stabilized. She listened to the weak breathing sound of the young man on her side and blamed herself on her eyes.

    No, it''s too much.

    The blood was so sweet that it couldn''t stop if it was stained a little.

    Shen Wanqing slowly took back her fangs. The sharp fangs turned into small tiger teeth. She licked the small tiger teeth.

    Then he held the Pope''s shoulder under the crown and leaned against his snow-white and soft robe.

    She stretched out the tip of her tongue and carefully licked the residual blood in each other''s neck. The touch was warm and sticky, which made Krister''s body slightly stiff and uncomfortable.

    Krister raised his hand gently against Shen Wanqing''s shoulder. His original clear and calm voice was a little hoarse, "Your Highness... Are you full?"

    "... well," she answered vaguely, licking Krystal''s neck.

    "Then let go of me." he lowered his eyes, and his beautiful lips like petals were stained with a touch of pale. The face of the god Buddha was pure and beautiful.

    Shen Wanqing can only slowly let go of him when he hears the speech. He must be obedient, or he may not give her a drink next time.

    She loosened her arm around the young man''s shoulder, with light golden tassels hanging on her snow-white shoulder, shaking gently.

    There were two small holes in the neck. Now there was no trace.

    There was still a sweet smell in the air. Shen Wanqing subconsciously sniffed it and looked at Krister''s shallow eyes again.

    Shen Wanqing looked at each other, smiled awkwardly, and then sat back honestly and regularly.

    Krister slightly pursed her lips, and her snow-white fingertips calmly brushed away the folds on her robe. Shen Wanqing blushed. These folds were made by her leaning against Krister.

    It''s... Too ambiguous.

    Under the Pope''s crown, the fingertips gathered the open collar, restrained the spring of the snow-white neck, covered the cloud collar outlined by the light golden thread, and the young man''s expression was holy and pure, quiet and abstinent.

    I can''t see the confusion of my cheeks just now.