The vicious supporting actress has been cleansed again

The light white window screens are fluttering gently, and the weak sunlight can't shine into this treacherous forest. It is shrouded in mist, the flowers and plants are lush, and there are creatures passing by in the forest, which are lively and lively.

Even in the territory occupied by dark creatures, there will be countless creatures living together.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, Huarong was sleeping sprawled on Cecilia's bed, snoring slightly, just like a pig.

[The host wakes up, your lover seems to be looking for you outside after waking up! ]

The sharp electronic sound of the system suddenly sounded in Huarong's mind, and the girl was so startled that she sat up immediately, and said reflexively, "Cersi, I didn't lie to you!"

[Don't regret the dog host, your lover is here. ]

Huarong was stunned for a moment, and it took two seconds to realize why the system suddenly woke her up, and suddenly felt that she was a stinky pig.

Last night, while Monet was asleep, she sneaked over to Cecilia's door. After finally coaxing a duplicity vampire, she fell asleep in a daze, forgetting to go back before the old father woke up.

[Immediately, it's coming, don't worry. ]

Huarong glanced at Cecilia who was lying on the bed and fell asleep. The other party looked calm, and it was easier to approach than when she was awake, but she seemed a little cold?

Looking down again, he snatched all the 200x230 quilts and wrapped them around his body. The vampire who didn't even get a corner looked very miserable and miserable.

"Uh..." Huarong rubbed her nose, struggled to get out of the quilt, gently lifted the quilt to cover Cecilia, and planned to sneak away, but saw Cecilia frowning slightly look.

The beauty frowned, she was also very pretty.

Huarong's heart moved, she stretched out her hand to caress between the other's eyebrows, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Cecilia visibly stretched her frowning brows, and her usually cold facial features seemed to soften a little for no reason, and Huarong left the room lightly.

What she didn't see was that Cecilia, who had been sleeping soundly, opened her black eyes and looked at the closed door quietly. Feet back on the carpet to rest in the airtight coffin.

In the corridor, the stained glass changes shape with the changing light. This is probably the only most eye-catching color in the castle. It is said that Arrow designed it himself.

Huarong stood at the edge of the corridor, watching Monet in white clothes and trousers with a blank face, walking back and forth around a vase, but couldn't get out.

[All you said, do vampires sleepwalk? ] Huarong pinched her small chin, and looked at Monet not far away with the expression of a subway grandfather looking at his mobile phone, feeling puzzled and happy.

[I don’t know, why don’t you poke him? ] The system is also surprised.

Produced by the main god, it turns out that all the members are evildoers.

The delicate and beautiful boy circled around the vase, perhaps because he was not fully awake so he couldn't tidy up his appearance in time, two stupid hairs appeared on the top of his head, swaying with the owner's movements, it was so cute.

"The beautiful boy is indeed stunning in the world, if only he were a cat." Huarong sighed from the bottom of his heart, and ran over after admiring the beautiful scenery for a while.

"Young man, have you lost your way on the road of life?"

Hua Rong was one meter away from the vase, and carefully interrupted the rivalry between the pretty boy and the vase.

She didn't dare to get too close to the vampire. If the other party thought she was a threat, she might be beaten up if she failed to masturbate.

Hearing the sound, Monet, who had lowered his head slightly, raised his head, stared at Huarong with his ruby ​​eyes for a while, then tilted his head to show off his cuteness.

"Ow?"

Hua Rong received a critical blow of [-] points, and almost fell to the ground to die, and she took a few breaths before recovering.

"It's too exciting, too exciting, can I make him scream and cry with red eyes?"

The system was speechless, and wanted to treat the vampire like a cat, but its host really had a brain problem.

"Hey baby, what are you doing here? The sun is coming out and you don't need to sleep?"

Huarong's eyes are loving, and her face is full of the brilliance of maternal love.

She was the one who was obsessed with ghosts before, what kind of old dog father, this is obviously Bai Yueguang, a cute and stupid boy!

Even if he doesn't know how many centuries he has lived, he is still a beautiful little fool in my heart.

Huarong spontaneously put several layers of filters on Monet, trying to lure the sleepwalking vampire.

But Monet just stared at her fixedly, when Huarong changed from kindness to strangeness to wondering if there was something wrong with him, the beautiful boy blinked those big red eyes and said softly: "I can't find you .”

His voice was a little hoarse, and Huarong speculated that he might have been transformed into a vampire when he just went through the voice-changing period, so even now he still has this feeling.

In fact, it's not unpleasant, the low male voice is a bit hoarse, but when he speaks slowly, he has the slowness of aristocrats, it sounds quite useful, at least it is a plus for Huarong.

Like a lost little prince, Hua Rong subconsciously thought.

"I'm sorry I just went out for a while, so shall we go back now?"

Monet hesitated for a moment, his eyes suddenly brightened, and his tone was dissatisfied.

"Why are you wearing Cecilia's pajamas?"

When Huarong sneaked out, she was wearing her own nightdress, but now she came back wearing a loose white shirt.

"Uh……"

Huarong licked her lips, wondering how to explain to him that her nightdress was honorably sacrificed in the previous fierce battle?

"Because I'm empty, lonely and cold, I like to wear other people's clothes, which gives me a sense of security."

With an idea, Hua Rong came up with such a genius answer.

Monet pursed his lips, didn't ask any more questions, and obediently asked Huarong to lead him back, but asked the other party to change into his pajamas.

Huarong, who changed three sets of pajamas one night in a row, was very helpless, and sighed silently: Do you father and daughter have anything special about pajamas?

Fortunately, every vampire has money, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to wear pajamas.

During the day, he pretended to be cunning, and at night, he waited for Monet to fall asleep and went to visit Cecilia's door.

After a lot of times, Huarong has deeply substituted herself into the role of a bad woman. Every day when she visits the house, she feels that she is doing bad things full of taboos.

In fact, every night she behaved very much like she was up to no good.

Violent and primitive things happen every night in this castle, most of the time on Cecilia's bed, sometimes on the carpet or on the windowsill.

The only time it happened was in the coffin, because Huarong was very dissatisfied with the discomfort of her waist afterwards, so Cecilia never pushed her into it again.

The rich and sweet smell of blood permeated the whole room, and it was ingeniously blended with the cold fragrance from Cecilia's body, neither contradictory nor unpleasant.

Huarong lost a lot of blood, lying limply on the vampire's chest to calm her mind, her breath smelled like fir trees in the morning.

Cecilia is sitting outside on the fir tree again today.

"It hurts here."

Huarong took a breath in satisfaction, feeling a lot clearer in her mind, then reached out and grabbed Cecilia's cold fingers and pressed them on her neck. It was cold, but it was indeed soft, and even the nails were round. shape.

Cecilia's pajamas were loose, and she sat on the bay window with one leg up, her delicate skin seemed to be whiter than the moonlight outside. Hearing this, she glanced at the little girl who buried her face in her chest and dawdled. People, spit out a word.

"Squeamish."

Even though she said so, she still gently massaged Huarong a few times.

The skin here is very fragile, and it will be bitten and tortured almost every day, but it will heal and recover soon. Like its owner, it is delicate and delicate, but it is always shouting for more, which is also out of restraint.

Cecilia gently rubbed the tender flesh on her neck, and there was a rare trace of gentleness on her beautiful face.

"Rub it for me." Huarong acted coquettishly, her eyes curled up like crescent moons.

Cecilia is very talkative at this moment, basically as long as Huarong makes requests with her at this moment, anything that is not too much will be satisfied.

Huarong saw this right, so she sent Cynthia to Winster Castle two days ago, perfectly solving the rival in love in front of her.

As for Cynthia, the vampire lady who has always had a crush on Cecilia, actually has some relationship with Cecilia and Monet.

In terms of human blood relationship, this always proud Miss Cynthia and Cecilia are actually cousins.

Cousin Xiao thinks about her cousin, but in the human world she wouldn't even dare to think about it.

At that time, Huarong thought to herself, the world of vampires is really exciting, no matter if they are cousins ​​or parents, brothers and sisters, as long as they dare, they can do it.

"It's cold outside, you'll catch a cold like last time."

Cecilia looked at Huarong who had been staring out the window in a daze, thinking that she wanted to sit on the tree again, so she took a tone of disapproval.

Last time, Hua Rong was greedy for the tits on the branches, pestered Cecilia and took her to sit on the tree for half an hour, and when she came back, she caught a cold, and was fed with the traditional Chinese medicine that Ah Luo found from nowhere for three days before she recovered.

In the past few days, Cecilia felt that the food in her mouth was bitter, and this time she would never bring a beautiful face to the tree again.

Even if she begs again with a pitiful face, I will not compromise, Cecilia secretly made up her mind.

I'm not a pig, why did I go up the tree to play, Huarong curled her lips secretly, then stretched out her hands to wrap around the vampire's neck, sticking to Cecilia's body without any shyness, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

"Then tell me about you and Lord Winster, Miss Cecilia."

The girl's unique fragrance permeated along with the master's movements. Cecilia smiled sweetly when she saw her close at hand, and even spoke with a sweet hooked face. After a moment of silence, she began to tell her story of the past.