After being picked up by my old enemy, I am so fragrant

The werewolf on the screen is full of fierceness, like a beast that has been coveted for the territory, and threatens the enemy when it approaches.

Lanza pressed his temple with one hand, stared at the piercing eyes for a while, and glanced aside expressionlessly.

He didn't like the feeling of being sworn to property in public.

He bent down, put it close to the werewolf's ear, stretched out his fangs, and said softly: "Little wolf, if you say such things again, I will really bite your neck off."

Obviously put down the harsh words, but it sounded like a lover's charm.

Lanza saw that the flesh-colored ears were a little red, and pressed them to the other side.

Yi Ting hugged his ears and crawled under the table: "It's so itchy, why are you playing with your tail and rubbing against your ears all day!"

Lanza's sentence was a whisper, and Yi Ting's sentence was a roar, which must have been clearly captured by the microphone.

The barrage is like grass on the wall. Just now, he was still eating little angels, but now he turned around and made big wolves again.

[This pair is real! 】

[Playing with the tail, what did I hear?I have a lot of traffic, please explain carefully. 】

[Did you kiss me just now?Fearing that people will be jealous, bow your head and kiss? 】

【I'm definitely jealous, "I can do it without you."】

Even though Lansa doesn't understand the current buzzwords, he understands that these people are saying that the two of them are having an affair.

Lansa rubbed the space between his brows, why are human beings so... so disrespectful?

He didn't think Yi Ting was jealous, but seemed to enclose him and isolate him from the world.

The blood prince became awkward again, kicked, kicked Yi Ting's back: "It's time to end."

Yi Ting poked his furry head out again to check the time: "It's not time yet, aren't you quite energetic, kicking so vigorously."

Lansa raised his leg: "You come out first."

The leg was raised high, and the foot was right behind Yi Ting, ruthlessly saying: If you don't come out, kick it.

Yi Ting crawled out in a huff, and lay down next to Lansa again, pointing to the screen: "What is that long section?"

The text is very long, and the barrage is repeatedly swiped, one swiping is one screen, which is too abnormal.

[The werewolf pressed the blood clan on the table, with a fierce look in his eyes, and kissed the beautiful collarbone: "Who did you run to play with again? It's time for you to recognize your situation again, you are mine... "]

Further down are things that minors will blush when they see it.Lansa's face was also red, not from embarrassment, but from anger.

He had done this before, but when others could fall on him, he felt very surprised and angry.

Good and evil will eventually be rewarded.

He slapped the table angrily, pulled the werewolf up by the ear, and said in a gloomy voice, "Destroy everything."

"Ah?" Yi Ting tilted his head to look at it, and read out, "The werewolf put the blood clan in..."

Lansa pinched the werewolf's chin viciously with two fingers, trembling with anger: "Don't read, don't look, destroy it."

Seeing that the master is angry, the barrage is no longer displayed.

[Lanza is getting angry from embarrassment, isn't he? 】

【The Queen's loyal dog, I ate it. 】

[The werewolf actually read it out, yo yo yo. 】

[Then what, I have a bold idea, Tsundere Gong, loyal dogs are eaten by you...]

[Pass the pen to the wife. 】

"What are you talking about?" Yi Ting scratched his mouth as he didn't see the long speech about tiger and wolf, "Gong Shou, isn't that CP?"

It seems that Yi Ting, a rough guy, has been fascinated by these things, and still understands them very well.

"Humph."

Lanza snorted softly, and stared at his own face on the screen carefully, like looking in a mirror, checking where he was damaged due to illness.

Yi Ting complained mercilessly: "You are so stinky."

Lanza disdained: "My face is a gift of nature, and your aesthetics is abandoned."

After a while, the barrage began to flood the screen again, and it became more and more intense than before.

[The strong and steady man lay trembling all over, with sweat dripping from his forehead: "Master..."

The gorgeous man's hands were twitching: "Little wolf is being misbehaving again. Should he be punished here, here, or here?"

"Master, please feel free."]

Lansa's face was no longer pale at all, and the blood color looked very healthy.

As if startled, he leaned back suddenly.

what is this? !!

Lansa secretly thought about the scene, it was so fake.

How could the werewolf call him master honestly, even if he did, how could he greet him at will?Not so docile at all, this little wolf is fierce.

"They're not writing about you and me, are they?" Yi Ting patted Lansa's arm as if he had just realized it.

Lanza was annoyed.What a shame!

Lansa shook his head angrily: "No, this is not like you at all, stop mentioning it, destroy it."

Yi Ting stared: "Have you thought about it again, is it me?"

Lanza took a breath: "I don't need to look at or think about such vulgar things at all."

Yi Ting was confused: "But that tone is quite similar to yours. Why don't you just call me little wolf? I'm already an adult."

Stupid, really stupid.

How can such vulgar words that tease oneself be analyzed openly?

Lan Sa grabbed a pair of wolf ears, really angry: "That's not me, that's enough, stop now."

The little wolf is really getting more and more presumptuous, and dares to disobey his orders!

Thinking of this, Lansa licked his lips and let go of his hands. In fact, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with the little wolf calling him master.

It can also establish his majesty and regain the face he lost just now.

Yi Ting pouted his tail and was about to turn off the computer, when the furry tip accidentally brushed against Lansa's face.

Lansa took advantage of the situation and bit his mouth a little bit.

Lansa tried to bite as little wolf fur as possible, and pressed his fangs against the wolf's tail and whispered: "Little wolf, call for master."

The werewolf immediately frowned, and retracted his tail: "What nonsense are you talking about? Calling your ancestors is almost the same."

Lanza controlled the lifeblood of the werewolf fluff, and said concisely: "Shout."

"Let it go, let it go! How are you imitating me?" Yi Ting turned around and hugged his tail to fight with Lan Sa, looking helpless, "Master, let's go!"

It sounded no different from the owner, Lansa squinted his eyes contentedly, let go, and blew on the wolf fur in his mouth.

It may not have been bitten down at all, but he felt full of it.

Yi Ting shunned the tip of his wet tail, and rarely did not teach Lansa: "I'm going to cook, let's play by myself."

Lanza felt that he had turned over and oppressed further, and could oppress werewolves.

He was lying on the comfortable rocking chair, swaying, unknowingly thinking about the scene of fandom in the barrage.

Although the picture was terrible, Lanza was inexplicably excited.

Because Yi Ting was too fierce to him before, and ordered him arrogantly.

He wanted the werewolf to call him master, and he wanted to punish this guy who was so rude to him, begging for mercy or being helpless, and in the end he could only let him do what he did.

The clean one!

Lansa pinched her fingers, feeling a little hot in her heart, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness and then relapsed.

"Sooner or later..."

Lanza was very confident, and suddenly moved his nose, and smelled the unpleasant smell of oily smoke again.

Yi Ting came in with a plate of meat, put it on the low table, and sat beside him with his legs crossed.

Lansa was dissatisfied: "Why do you want to eat at my place?"

"Let's eat one piece." Yi Ting raised his head, revealing the most vulnerable neck for any creature, "Come here."

Lanza had to admit that the blood of the werewolf was very attractive to him now, whether it was for restoring physical strength, or the taste was inherently beautiful.

He squatted down with his legs high and low, and approached the werewolf's face.

For some reason, he felt that the little wolf's face was much redder than when he was in the house just now. Could it be that it was hot from cooking?

Lansa asked, "Are you sick?"

If the werewolf is sick, it's a perfect opportunity to turn around.

Unexpectedly, Yi Ting reacted greatly, and pressed Lansa's head on his neck with one hand: "Think about things! Drink quickly!"

whats the matter?Lanza didn't think much about it.

Lanza struggled a little with the warm palm, but still honestly pierced the werewolf's flesh and sucked blood.

A pleasure to eat.

When Lansa put away his fangs, he even licked the remaining blood beads with his tongue.

Maybe he stayed with Yi Ting for a long time, and gradually formed a good habit of not wasting.

Yi Ting also started to grill the rice, but this time he used a fork and spoon.

Lan Su paused, then nodded with satisfaction: "You know how to use tableware."

Yi Ting used the fork very unskillfully to fork the meat: "Trouble, or you'll have to grind again."

Lanza made an exception and praised: "Very good, you are doing better and better."

Yi Ting became more and more competent as a caregiver, and most of what he said could be listened to, which made Lansa very comfortable.

But soon regretted it again.

Yi Ting swept away the whole plate of food like a cloud, and then wiped his mouth with his arms and hands in a disfigured manner.

Seeing this careless behavior, Lanza couldn't bear it: "Don't you have a napkin?"

Yi Ting frowned and shook his head frantically: "That's so troublesome, I have to wash it."

Lansa, out of sight and out of sight, turned his back on him.

Really one can never overestimate the manners of a werewolf.Even if he pointed to his nose again, there were always behaviors that surprised him.

"belch--"

Yi Ting seemed to be full, and even burped loudly.

Lansa took a deep breath, he could not look at it, but he couldn't close his hearing.

He could only get rid of the source of his upset.

"Next time you're so rude, don't eat here."

Lanza pointed at the licked dinner plate again: "Pick it up."

Thrift and simplicity may be the only virtue of a werewolf.

"Why are there so many things going on?" Yi Ting packed up the low table and walked out, "What kind of old man..."

Lansa couldn't hear what was said next, and he didn't want to hear it either.At times like this, werewolves always have nothing good to say.

He just muttered: "I am a dignified blood prince, and I don't want you to be a werewolf caregiver."

Lanza lay back comfortably in his comforting coffin, ready to sleep.Although I am in good spirits today, I still have to sleep when I should.

Just when he closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, something heavy pressed slightly on his chest.

Gulu Gulu rolled onto his arm again.

Lansa frowned uncomfortably, and slowly opened his eyes.

A normal-sized pup was already snoring, its tail curled up beside him.

Little wolf?And this look.

He is really a young and energetic silly little wolf.

Lansa freed one hand to pinch the wolf's tail, using it as a pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.