The blood clan boss was sucked blood by the opponent's light god

After working tirelessly for two days, Shang Lai finally managed to coax Xia Mixun back to his senses.During the interval, he reflected for a while, maybe he was too hasty to scare people like this.After all, although Xia Mixun is old, in some respects he is just like an ignorant child, and the unknown is the biggest source of fear.

But even so, he was still willing to accept himself, even though he was crying a mess, he still endured it.In contrast, the self who was dazzled by the possession of the valley is really a bit despicable.

Therefore, Shang Lai decided to try to avoid any physical contact with Xia Mixun during this time.Everything is his problem.A person who only knows bitter taste suddenly tastes the long-awaited sweetness. God knows what irrational things he will do in order to have this precious sweetness again.

"Warm stomach."

Shang Lai put the hot milk mixed with a lot of honey on the bedside table, and was about to go out when the hem of his clothes was suddenly pulled.Xia Mixun stretched out his little paws towards him, looking at him with blue eyes inquiringly, as if asking why he didn't hug himself and sleep holding his hand like before these two days.

Shang Lai took a deep breath. Although he is not a human being, he still decided to be a human being first.

He just patted the back of the opponent's hand reassuringly, and he quickly turned and left.

Xia Mixun heard the sound of closing the door, and a "snap" hit his heart.

The hidden worry that had been hidden for several days finally broke out at this moment——

Shang Lai, do you not like yourself anymore?

Otherwise, how to explain his subtle attitude these days?Although she is still very gentle, she has a sense of alienation at a respectful distance, wishing to keep a safe distance of three meters away from herself at any time, not to mention the hugs and kisses that were her favorite before.

Xia Mixun's consciousness is clear, but his mind is getting more and more confused.He kept thinking, kept chasing all the clues about Shang Lai, analyzed and overturned, over and over again, but he still couldn't get a clue.

In all his life, he had never been so troubled.I thought that after falling in love with someone, it would always be pleasant, sweet, and filled with a warm sense of happiness, but now it is not the case, it is too complicated.

The duvet was fluffy, smelled of the sun, and was airtight, but the limbs gradually cooled down and returned to the body temperature that a vampire should have.Xia Mixun curled himself into a small ball, still feeling that something was missing, so he subconsciously wanted to find it.

On the armchair beside the bed, there is a coat that Shang Lai often wears when he is at home.

It was just within reach of him.

The little paw tentatively stretched out, grabbed it, and quickly tucked it into his arms, sticking to the heart that was pounding and accelerating.

Knowing that this is a wrong behavior, knowing that this is a strange reaction, but Shang Lai is not here, so it should be okay to do such a thing quietly, right?

As if afraid of being seen, Xia Mixun sank into the quilt again, and then carefully buried his face in his clothes.

The scent of Shang Lai...

Warm, fragrant, rich, and memorable.

He sighed softly, only daring to whisper, but the thoughts in his heart continued to expand, really wanting to monopolize this breath forever.

But the fragrance on the coat was too faint, if there was nothing there, it would dissipate soon.He could only stick closer and closer, sniffing lightly and carefully, and the strands penetrated into the nasal cavity and landed on the tip of his heart.

However, not enough.

A sense of confusion similar to blood-sucking urges spread, stirring up those embarrassing images in his mind, and Xia Mixun couldn't help but think of the heat that night.

The bitter heat was too sharp, like the nib of a pen scratched several layers of paper in succession, and the ink smeared a large area, forming a real pain.But it will also warm him, the body is warm and solid, and there is no longer the empty feeling of sinking a mass of ice after losing half of the soul.

Once again, Xia Mixun looked in the direction of the door, a gleam of light leaked from the crack of the door, it was very quiet, and it would not be opened by anyone as he expected.

He felt inexplicably wronged and unwilling.He realized that he was becoming weaker, and that the once invincible Lord of Sinister had Achilles' heel.But the person who changed him suddenly treated him with an attitude of alienation and respect, as if he no longer wanted to give him his own warmth and warmth.

Time passed by, and the clothes finally became as cold as him, but he was reluctant to let go, it was the only thing he could hold on to now.He has his stubbornness.

The drowsy drowsiness was catalyzed by the tangled thoughts, and he finally got tired of thinking, but in the dimness, he heard the slight sound of footsteps coming from far and near.

"Click."

The door opened softly, and the hallway light flooded in.

Xia Mixun turned his face and saw the man standing by the bed.

The culprit who made him upset until now.

Shang Lai.

Shang Lai was looking down at him.Knowing that Xia Mixun sleeps poorly, he likes to kick the quilt, and he can roll from one end to the other, so I don't feel at ease to take a look, for fear that he will catch a cold.Unexpectedly, I was bumped into by him, and found that the vampire was not sleeping well, and was still clutching his clothes tightly, burying his face in it and sniffing quietly.

The air is still.

Xia Mixun slowly lowered his silver eyelashes, his whole face was hidden in his clothes, only his bright red elf ears were exposed.

"You don't like me anymore... you don't even want to hug me..."

The voice came out muffled, half bewildered, half accusing.

Shang Lai's breathing was almost stagnant.

He wanted to reach out and pull the damn clothes away, but Xia Mixun was like a drowning man clutching the last straw, unwilling to let go, and unwilling to raise his head to look at him.

So Shang Lai didn't dare to move anymore, he stopped in mid-air with his arms outstretched, and he didn't dare to touch Xia Mixun, he was on the verge of a critical situation, just one spark could burn all his sanity.

"Why do you think that, I just..."

Cowardly coward.

On the one hand, he was heartbroken by the lover's tears and fear, and on the other hand, he wanted to see the supposedly awe-inspiring Bing Xueshuang cry for himself and endure the pain.Constantly tormented by a sense of contradiction, every minute and every second is a long torture that urges the soul.

Yue Xiong's mouth sank suddenly, and it was Xia Mixun who leaned his head lowly.From Shang Lai's perspective, only the swirl in the silver hair can be seen.

"Why isn't it the same as before?" Xia Mixun spoke, his clear voice mixed with deep disappointment and trembling endings, and the chilly breath blew across Shang Lai's lapel until it fell to the longing heart. On the heart that is about to melt.

"I really hate who I am now. I'm so useless and weak."

"I just want you to hug me, but why are you ignoring me these days? You made me like this, you can't help but like me..."

There was a weeping sound in his voice, and tears rolled down his sharp jaw.

Shang Lai has never tasted such a feeling of fright at this moment. In the past, thousands of hearts were like still water, only because of the vampire's words and actions, they turned into a torrent.Wiping off the tears with one hand, and holding the person into his arms with the other, it was still not enough, so I could only bow my head and kiss the soft and slightly fragrant hair bit by bit, as if this could suppress the terrible rushing in my heart idea.

As everyone knows, thirsty for poisonous poison, before it enters the stomach and intestines, the throat is cut off.

"It's not that I don't like it, but I like it too much, so I can't, and I dare not." Shang Lai's voice was as hoarse as a handful of sand.He is a lost traveler in the desert, tormented by heat and drought, but he cannot bow to the only clear spring.He watched, guarded, and thought, but even lost the courage to approach——

He knows how hungry he is.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

Xia Mixun shivered for a while as if he was afraid of the cold, and after a while, he said softly: "Yes."

Shang Lai tightened his hand around Renyue's side as if out of control, and tried his best to hold back so that the other party would not notice his gaffe.Suppressing the overwhelming emotions, he gently twitched the slightly sweaty paws on his palm, "It's all my fault, don't force yourself. Sleep peacefully, I will always be here with you."

"I didn't force it... I thought about it." Xia Mixun slowly raised his head, his face was already blushing, all the way to his ears and neck.Staring at Shang Lai with his upper eyelid, he said softly:

"I will work hard."

The red-striped silver-spotted butterfly is only suitable for inhabiting in the dark night. Knowing that the flames of the flames will burn the scales, but still can't resist the scorching warmth, approaching, without hesitation.

The room finally quieted down, and the sweet and strange smell brewed by Dongxue and Xia Zhizhi dissipated in the air.

Uneasy, restless, restless, all the turbulent emotions were calmed down. At this moment, Xia Mixun was deeply asleep, but he still hugged Shang Lai tightly as before and refused to let go.

He worked really hard, worked hard to get used to it, tried hard to adapt, tried hard to accept, and even cried a lot less.When it's really unbearable to take an inch, Shang Lai will coax him, don't talk to him, caress him, and help him slowly recover.

Both the strongest and the weakest.

It is both the most innocent and the most confusing.

Shang Lai thought, only and only he knows how fascinating and distracted it will be once the cold and pale vampire is decorated with red and hot.

He tucked the quilt for Xia Mixun again, and continued to pat him on the back like coaxing a child who was restless in sleep. It was the most gentle beat in the quiet night.

Slightly lowering his eyes, Shang Lai saw the magnificent scratches on Xia Mixun's frost-white back pages, which he meticulously engraved on them. There are more and more visible and invisible places elsewhere. Fresh flowers bloom quietly in the snow.

They are all his signs.Proof that it belongs to him alone.

Countless times he had thought of this: lock the beautiful and delicate butterfly into a cage where no one can find it—of course, he would not let the butterfly notice it, and the butterfly could still fly freely and happily.In this way, he only has the butterfly, and the butterfly only has him, and they only have each other. Wouldn't it be great?

But it's just thinking, it's gone in a flash, and it can't stay.

Satisfy one's own selfishness in the name of love, and love is no longer love.

The only thing he can do is to dye the breath of his beloved from every strand of hair to every inch of skin.

Give your all.

No amount is enough, no dissatisfaction, no enough.

The author has something to say: Since there is such a big happy event, why not come and celebrate~!

Tell your best wishes to your father-in-law and Boss Shang, and ten babies will randomly send out red envelopes~

(Speaking of which, the reason for this lottery draw is really shameful.