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In the early morning, I sat in my room playing the piano, my pale fingers dangling boringly on the black and white keys, and the blunt sound of the piano echoed in the cold mansion.The curtains are intertwined, the candlesticks are lit, and occasionally there is a slight commotion, which is the sound of crows passing by the window.

I heard footsteps.

Oh, here comes Kilo, the boy I fed.My lovely Lo.

After getting my permission, he walked in with a large bouquet of delicate roses.He has creamy yellow curly hair, blue eyes drooping meekly, and a delicate rose collar on his neck.He was wearing my favorite ivory shirt. The intertwined silver ribbon on the chest was untied, revealing a small piece of fair and delicate skin. Even the buttons of the printed wide sleeves were not fastened.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The breath that belonged to a human boy came out, his young, fiery blood gurgled and flowed under his skin, it was so fragrant and sweet.

"Master, this is a newly picked rose." Ha, even the voice has developed in the direction I like.

In the sound of my piano, my Luo took out the withered roses, replaced them with fresh flowers, and carefully pruned them.He looked focused, elegant, without the slightest fear.

Sure enough, I have grown up.

He was only six years old when he was sent here as a sacrifice to me, a horrible thousand-year-old vampire.At that time, he was like a little mouse, he knew to run away, run away, run away when he saw me, running around the whole mansion.

I have no patience or empathy with a child and I bite him.But he is very lucky, his blood is the best of the best, I am reluctant to drink it all at once, and the blood of adult humans will be more concentrated, so I kept him for feeding, and it became one of my many human-shaped blood storage bags.

After arranging the roses, he poured red wine for me again, saying, "Master, this is the red wine made from the Maeglin Vineyard. It tastes good."

He's been acting weird lately.He used to resist coming into my room, caring if my roses withered, or talking to me.He became obsequious.

"How's Maypole?" I asked seemingly casually.

Maypole was the daughter of the owner of the Maeglin Vineyard, and was his age.

He and Mabel had been childhood sweethearts before being offered to me.Afterwards, although he had cut off close contact with the village on the surface, he had been secretly meeting Maypole in reality.

Sure enough, he trembled all over, and I was really worried that the crystal glass in his hand would fall and stain the Turkish cashmere rug that I bought at a high price last month.

This silly boy, always thought I didn't know?

On days of insomnia, I often stand on the balcony and look into the distance.Several times I saw him and Maypole sitting on the hill talking.Thanks to my inhuman eyesight, I could see how he was laughing brightly—an expression that couldn't have been in front of me.In the evening, the two were reluctant to leave, May Boer held his hand tightly, and she knew she was telling him to leave me early without listening.

"Master...she wasn't there when I went to buy wine, and I haven't seen her for a long time."

Suddenly, I smashed my hands on the keys, and the piano screamed in horror.He stood straight in front of me, even his blood was stained with a sour smell of tension. Although he appeared to be much braver than when he was a child, he was actually so scared that he wanted to run away.

The appetite just now was ruined in an instant, I stood up and waved my hand: "Go, I'm sleepy."

As soon as I stood up, I felt dizzy, and my blood was seriously insufficient recently.I pushed aside the scarlet veil, fell on the soft bed, and got under the covers.But the sight behind him still hasn't disappeared.

"...Then, a nightcap..." he said hesitantly.

"Call anyone over here." I'm really hungry.

After a while, he didn't speak, and he didn't leave obediently.I was really impatient, and just about to drive him away, I heard him whisper, "Master, drink my blood." It seemed that I had made a big decision.

"Why do you suddenly want to be sucked by me? Didn't you resist it before?" I asked.

"You said that my blood is the most delicious."

Nothing could be more obvious.

Why did he suddenly untie his belt?Why do you suddenly care about me so much?Why are you so attentive that you are willing to be sucked by me?Because he wants to get the key to unlock the collar from me, and then fly away with Maypole.A thousand-year-old vampire like me has drank too little blood and his strength has declined a lot. As long as he escapes far, I can't find him.

Anger was racing through my chest, and I felt tired and amused when I realized it was a human emotion.

"No matter how delicious it is, there will be a day when I get tired of drinking it." I buried my head in the pillow and said sleepily.

I closed my eyes.

However, the sound of his heartbeat did not go away, thump, thump, it was so loud.

His breathing is also getting heavier, is it necessary to be afraid of that?

Then, I felt his breath getting closer and closer.

Just about to turn over, the bed suddenly collapsed, and while the mattress was shaking, his hands suddenly supported my sides, and his whole body covered me!

The golden curls hung down, the blue eyes were very deep in the shadows, and the breathing was fast and heavy.

He took my hand and sent it to his neck.

The palm of my hand passed through the collar and stuck to his skin, and my whole body seemed to be electrified-his body was warm, with a thin sweat of youth, and the lines of his neck were already very sexy and mature, and they were highlighted under the thin skin. Slightly bruised blood vessels appeared, the pulse was throbbing powerfully in it, and the hot blood was rushing in it!

He stared at me closely, his deep eyes seemed to overflow with golden light, and his slightly parted lips were perfectly shaped, making it impossible to move your eyes away.

That’s right, at first I just wanted to see him as a human-shaped blood storage bag, but for 12 years, he has become my ideal—his appearance, his smell, his voice, everything about him, I love him very much , I like it very much.

I haven't touched him for a long time, I admit, I long for his temperature, long for his blood.

He innocently asked with my favorite sweet voice: "Master, are you really tired?"

Taking a deep breath, I said almost resentfully, "Then please please me first, and I'll tell you later if I'm tired."

Of course he knew how I liked to be pleased.

His kisses landed on my forehead one after another.Eyebrow.eyelashes.cheek.tip of the nose.Heavy and oppressive.

His fingers slipped through mine, and he kissed my jaw.

piping hot.

I think when he leaves me, he must be very suitable to be an actor. He is always very involved in the play, acting fake as real.

He brought the side of his neck to my lips, and at the same time, his fiery palms slid across my waistline, and all reason was disconnected.

Unable to bear it any longer, I opened my mouth and pierced his skin with my fangs.

——To be continued

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