Waste material cannon fodder, he just wants to survive!

Boss tried his best to control the desire to suck up all the human blood, but he still controlled it. He only took a few sips before restraining his heart.

When he came back to his senses, the little guy was flushed and limp in his arms, his fair and fragile neck was exposed in front of him, as long as he wanted, he could continue to dominate him.

He could have his teeth all over this neck and suck the man's blood dry, but Perth didn't do that.

Because he had just eaten, even though he was only half full, it was enough to satisfy Perth.

His long and narrow eyes were narrowed, and some bloodstains appeared at the corner of his mouth. Against the backdrop of his fair skin, he looked like a ghost.

This was the first time he didn't feel disgusted when eating human blood, nor did he have the desire to vomit.

So he narrowed his eyes in a good mood, wiped the blood on the **** thin lips, stuck out his tongue and sucked the two blood holes made by his teeth, the blood of the vampire has the effect of healing wounds, and also The effect of anesthetizing prey.

Although Boss would never condescend to his prey to lick his wounds, but he definitely did today.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood just after eating, this noble blood clan lowered his noble head to heal the wounds of the little human noble in his arms.

"Hmm...itches..."

Ran Heming, who was in a coma, always felt that someone was pushing his neck back and forth, it was very itchy, which made him unable to sleep well.

So he protested in a low voice, frowning, with an uneasy expression on his face.

"Ah."

Boss chuckled at his little gesture, with a smile in his eyes, he picked him up and walked to the bedroom.

Poor Ran Heming didn't even eat dinner, he was bitten and passed out.

And in the duke's mansion.

Em, who was in a coma due to a fever, woke up at this moment because of the good care he received. He opened his eyes in a daze. He remembered seeing the Duke running towards him before he fell into a coma. He immediately sat up. The strips also fell off.

He caught it subconsciously, observed the surrounding environment vigilantly, and found that he was lying in a clean and spacious room. Was it the Duke who brought him here?

Em thought happily, and then he noticed that there was fresh food on the bedside table, which should have been prepared for him by the Duke.

It was white bread, although it was already cold, but he didn't mind, picked one up and took a bite.

He looked at the night outside the window, and gave up the idea of ​​looking for the Duke. He thought that the Duke was probably asleep by now.

Ran Heming, who was remembered by Em, never returned to the duke's mansion. Not only was the butler not in a hurry, but he also accepted the fact that the master didn't come back. Have a great night.

In this way, Ran Heming was clearly arranged in a coma.

The sunlight seeped into the room through the curtains, and Ran Heming, who was lying on the bed, retracted his face into the quilt uncomfortably. He wanted to continue sleeping, but the hunger in his stomach reminded him that he should get up and have breakfast.

Ran Heming was unmoved, he was waiting for the housekeeper to call him, and he would not get up until he called, this was his last stubbornness.

But I was so hungry that my mouth began to secrete saliva automatically.

Unbearable!

Ran Heming opened his eyes and found himself lying in an unfamiliar room. He sat on the bed in a daze for a long time before his brain got online and recalled everything he experienced last night.

Boy, he got bitten! ! !

Ran Heming got out of bed in a hurry, went to the mirror and pulled off his collar, approached the mirror and began to observe. His neck was clean and there was no sign of being bitten.

This made Ran Heming suspicious, could it be that he was bitten in a dream?

He didn't believe it, and leaned against the mirror again, raised his hand to touch his neck, it was smooth and tender, and there was no scar.

Those azure blue eyes blinked in confusion, their eyelashes fluttered, and then their delicate brows were slightly frowned, showing the master's doubts.

Ah this.

Could it be that he was really bitten in a dream?

Ran Heming began to be a little confused between reality and dreams. When he began to fall into deep thought, he was suddenly enlightened, thinking that the saliva of the blood race in the setting can heal wounds...

Ran Heming was shocked.

Afterwards, if he wanted to be bitten angrily, let it be, and fuck him! !

Perth, he is really a pervert, doing this kind of thing to a boy.

He felt unclean.

At this time, he secretly scolded Boss as the perverted Ran Heming, but he didn't think about it carefully, he was the one who provoked him at the beginning.

If he hadn't made a sudden confession at the banquet, he wouldn't be blood-sucked now.

On the other hand, Burth had no idea that he was being treated as a pervert.

He was instructing his servants to make some blood-boosting and blood-enriching things, all of which were prepared for Ran Heming. He remembered that when he had a blood slave a long time ago, because he didn't take good care of the other party's body, the blood slave died soon.

So he took care of Ran Heming, even though he knew in his heart that he didn't need to be so serious about a human being, but he lived too long, and in his long life, he met a human being who made him curious, and he was willing to pamper him.

At this moment, Ran Heming didn't know that there was a blood-enriching meal waiting for him in the kitchen, because he was busy trying to escape.

After putting on his shoes and tidying up his clothes, he secretly opened the door a crack and stretched out his head to observe. After finding that there was no one outside the door, he was relieved, and then mustered up the courage to sneak out.

Very well, Perth is out now.

He hurried to the gate and sneaked away.

The ambition and perfect plan came to an end at the moment when I saw Perth sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper in the living room downstairs.

The other party was wearing a white shirt today, with his left leg resting on his right leg, and holding a newspaper in one hand. The morning light shone in from the outside and shone on his hair, making him look like an angel.

If he hadn't been bitten yesterday, he would have believed it.

Ran Heming paused, and stood stiffly at the stairs, illusory tears spilled out, why didn't he escape through the window.

Although it is worth mentioning that, based on Perth's perception of the surrounding environment, if he escapes from the window, he will see Perth waiting under the window.

But obviously Ran Heming didn't think of this at all, he was regretting why he didn't go through the window with all his heart.

"Are you awake? The food in the kitchen should be ready soon."

"Food?" Ran Heming subconsciously repeated these two words, and the next second he finished speaking, his stomach gurgled.

In the empty and quiet living room, there was even an echo of this goo, and Ran Heming's face immediately flushed red, like a newly ripened apple.

What a shame.

Why is the sound so loud.

Ran Heming raised his hand to cover his face, and squatted down slowly, treating himself like an ostrich.

"Pfft."

Boss was amused by Ran Heming's reaction, because the little guy blushed just now was so cute, he never knew that human beings would have such a reaction.

Boss, who has always learned a lot of etiquette elegantly and contacts with people from the upper class, never knew that someone would make his stomach growl without image.

When Ran Heming heard Boss's chuckle, his face became even hotter, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground and get in right now.

"Don't laugh!" He covered his head in grief and yelled out

[The author has something to say: Ran Heming: The huge sense of shame made him forget to run away.

Have you ever fought to get home in your life? 】