Bloodlines and Orange Cats

Shock is no longer enough to describe Orange Cat's current mood.

Creatures like the blood race, to say the least, start at a hundred years old, so it's not uncommon for a thousand years old, right?

But the person in front of him blushed, covered his nose, and looked obscene.

Those who know can barely admit that this is an innocent blood clan, but those who don't know think that this is the innocent young master who has not been out of the boudoir for a thousand years.

Orange cats swear to God, what they did was the most common scientific observation!Why does this guy want to be crooked!

The orange cat sighed, and said helplessly: "Okay, no matter whether the other party has eggs or not, it doesn't matter much anyway."

The vampire's face turned from burning to cloudy in an instant, and he pressed the orange cat's belly with his palm.

The orange cat groaned, and immediately narrowed its eyes, succumbing to the tingling sensation coming from its belly.

How can there be such a comfortable experience in the world?

The blood clan's nails are so sharp, it doesn't hurt to scrape on the skin, and it's a bit comfortable.His skin felt a little cold and wet, and there were tiny particles rolling around on his body.

This feeling made him want to be promoted to heaven again!

The orange cat spread its four paws, stretched itself, and made a slight "meow" sound inadvertently.

At the most comfortable time, the orange cat suddenly felt a little pain in the chilly place, as if the needles had pierced into his flesh, getting deeper and deeper, which made him a little impatient.

Unexpectedly, the moment he opened his eyes, the vampire's mouth was wide open, and a thin and long fang just pierced into his belly.

The blood clan snorted.

The orange cat yelled and tried to escape, but no matter which direction he turned, he couldn't escape the huge palm of the blood race.

dying.

But being held to death by those slender hands with well-defined joints, or being sucked away by those slender lips, is probably equivalent to being a ghost in the crotch of a beauty.