give me some blood

Walking up to the balcony that I thought was empty, I found that there was another person there.

I knew it was him without looking closely.

I forced out a smile and went up to him, "Mr. Mirage, are you here?"

"Mo." He also smiled, smiling like a mischievous little boy who heard the scream of the little girl he likes, leaning his upper body on the railing of the balcony, in front of him is the back garden of Blood Castle and the boundless forest , it was a clear night, and in the distance, the lights of Xuedu were looming.

"I didn't expect you to be here by yourself." I didn't expect this guy to watch the stars and the moon by himself. Shouldn't this guy be surrounded by a bunch of beauties in the inner circle and a bunch of dignitaries in the outer circle in this social situation? .I walked over, kept a distance of about one person from him, and leaned my upper body against the railing.

"I just made a bet with myself. I bet you would come to the rooftop, so I came here." Mirage's eyes were obviously dark red under the sun, but turned into a bewitching red under the moonlight. There are two red glass beads in the seam.

"So sure?" I asked him.

"No, I'm not sure, so I bet." He turned his head, although the mask of laughing was still tightly attached to his face, but he could feel that he was not speaking to me through the mask.

"I'm not sure either," I shook my head, "Your bet is so strange."

No nutrition, no connotation, no meaning, three no topics.What it brings is silence.

"A friend of mine told me when I was little that vampires are stars," I told him, "but I never understood."

"I heard someone say this, more than 200 years ago." Mirage replied.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"I forgot." Mirage said to the boundless dark forest.

It was silent again, the two of us really had nothing to say.The moonlight was too bright that day, there were not many stars, and the Milky Way was faint.

"Actually, I really want to ask you why you put this on my wrist." I was showing him the extremely wide jewel bracelet on my left hand.

"Of course it is to possess you. In fact, compared to this, I would rather have chains on your hands. Of course, you should also have chains on your feet." Mirage said very easily, as if to say that his teacups are all printed with a chain. The three letters of sss are not to prove that he is an S, but just because they are the initials of his full name, Shane Sisyph Scarborough.

"Did anyone say you smiled obscenely?" I asked him.

"Not yet." His smile deepened.

The wind blows through the forest, and the sounds of nature overwhelm the hustle and bustle of the crowd inside.

a long time.

"It's obviously a boring thing." Mirage looked up at the moon.

"Huh?" I didn't hear clearly.

"It's obviously a boring thing." Mirage shook his head.

"Ah?" What do you mean?

At this time, a waiter brought blood and wine, a full plate, should the waiter appear on the balcony and interrupt the two people who are talking?Ann's magic to weaken the ears of the vampires seems to really work.

We didn't say anything when the waiter came over.Mirage took a glass of red wine, I took nothing.

As soon as the waiter turned around, I pulled the guy's neck and brought my lips to it.

She licked his extremely pale lips, then looked at him.

Before I could react, I was pulled over, not biting, but entanglement, entanglement with lips and tongue, teasing and testing each other, no one wanted to admit defeat, until the concentration of desire in this kiss reached a point where both of us felt that we needed to solve it degree.

I pushed him away to pant, okay, grandpa, I'm tender, I'll take it.

"Do you want to play?" Mirage narrowed his eyes slightly, as if confirming something but more like an obvious provocation.

"You said you would play with me, you said it when we first met." I pulled myself closer to him until my nose was about to touch his ridiculously high nose bridge. .

"Okay, how about a bet on who will lose?" Mirage smiled at me.

"I bet I will lose." I said to him with certainty.

"A wise choice." He raised an eyebrow.

"Betting that you will lose, if you lose, you win, and if you lose, you win." I smiled at him.

"Well, what do you think the bet should be?" Mirage asked me, even asking me.

"You don't know whether you win or lose, let alone bet. The two of us talked for nothing all night, so let's do something meaningful." I shook my head and dragged the topic away.

It's a low-level trap, neither of us can fall into it, forget it.

"Speaking of Earl Mirage, you are so indifferent to me even though I took the initiative. Is there something wrong here?" I touched the bulge under him with one hand, but found a very interesting phenomenon, he was already a little hard.

"Yo..." This is very energetic. I was about to say it, but I was scared back by the second half of the sentence by his extremely close face.

"Here, or on the bed?" Mirage's voice was hoarse.

Brother, your setting is an evil charm attack, can you stop being so straightforward?Your image is broken...

Mirage, my good opponent, good friend.

"Bed." I thought about it and said.

He stretched out his finger and drew something out of thin air, mist appeared out of thin air in the passing air, I suddenly remembered that I forgot something, and grabbed his moving hand.

He looked at the hand I was holding, and frowned, feeling a little threatening besides displeasure.

"I'm the protagonist of the dinner party, I'll have to..."

The angle of his brow suddenly changed from cold and hard to soft, and he smiled very happily, "Then this is it."

The movement of his arms became larger, and the air suddenly became moist with water vapor, and then became dry again.It becomes fog, then condenses, and then condenses, and finally becomes a water barrier.Looking at the hall in the banquet from here, it is distorted, and the water in this barrier is still flowing.

"That can't be here, it will..."

"Can you go back like this?" Mirage asked me.

There was no one under the terrace.

The people in the hall were still chattering.Occasionally, a high-pitched female voice could be heard piercing through the barrier of air and water to get here, and Yuehua was trembling slowly on the floor through the distorted glass.

Moonlight, silver, eyes, yesterday's scene was too unreal, right in the forest ahead.

What are the shortcomings, what are the shortcomings.

I'm one of those people whose emotions are not in the brain. I don't understand my emotions, but my body does.The body says it is happy when it is fast, and it looks for it when the body says it wants to come.The body first understands the heart, and the brain then understands the body.

And now, my body is clamoring that my heart thinks otherwise.

Being filled, it is not satisfied.

So I finally understood what I wanted to do.

I'm not here to look for gentleness, I'm here for abuse.I came to abuse someone because of something.

"Grandpa Mirage." I felt the tremor in my voice.

There was no answer.

"It hurts me."

"why?"

"ask."

"Like pain?"

"I hate pain, so hurt me, let me hate you more."

"as you wish."

Mirage's rhythm began to become uncoordinated and rough, after I said how much I wanted to hate him.

"Why are you crying?" When I finally wailed unbearably, Mirage turned my face away.

"...not for you..." I replied panting, "uh..."

He forced his fingers into my mouth and continued.

I can no longer cry for Lan, but I can cry for pain.I cried because of the pain, not because of Lan, really.

The mouth was gagged, the wail turned into a whimper, and the whine turned into a muffled grunt.

He changed his posture and hugged me to sit on the ground covered with his coat, letting me sit up and down on his body.The movements were rough, but the hand that wiped away the tears was gentle.

"What do you like about me?" I asked him in the aftertaste of XX.

"Blood." He replied flatly.

I misunderstood it at the time, and I didn't understand the significance of blood to the vampires.

Until I was walking on the street many years later, a human being asked another human being what do you like about me, and he said that I like you as a person.

In fact, after thinking about it later, I really don't know who is the more jerk to whom, Mirage or I.

In short, when I think that we are both bastards, I am indifferent.

Two bastards, oh yeah.

Back at the dinner party, when the chatter and laughter continued, I thanked the amazing resilience of being a kindred.

So, seeing An's evil smile, he continued to mix in with the elders, patriarchs, and those old and immortal teams, squeezed out a smirk, and continued.

Because the night is still long.

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