Chapter 347： Good night, my vampire majesty (39)

Feng Qian asked again: "Your Majesty really doesn't regret it?"

"Um."

Although His Majesty was a little puzzled, he nodded obediently.

Originally, he had never eaten or tasted blood.

I don't know the taste of blood, and I don't know how it feels to be sucked.

But the sharp teeth pierce the skin, it should be very painful.

Humans are afraid of pain.

So this kind of experience is not good for human beings.

After all, humans are just delicious food in the eyes of the blood race.

Human girls who were donated to the blood clan also had a humble status.

As blood slaves, they provide fresh blood to the owners, which is very low, and it will not be much better to be sucked blood.

After thinking so much, Ilo couldn't help but blame himself.

It was he who neglected this all the time.

I had never put myself in her shoes and thought about her feelings before.

His Majesty the blood clan lowered his eyes and decided to control his eating in the future and try not to drink her blood.

Yiluo said that he had no regrets, and Feng Qian agreed to his idea and told him what it meant in person.

She hugged him, tiptoeing slightly.

…

later.

There was a strange confusion in Yiluo's lavender eyes, which he had never felt before, which made His Majesty the Blood Race stunned.

A strange and unfamiliar feeling enveloped him overwhelmingly.

More sweet than eating.

The beautiful silver and the thick black black are intertwined, and it is also very beautiful.

Time and time seemed to stand still.

Even the air is sweet.

…

His Majesty the Blood Race is still a little ignorant.

However……

too sweet.

He couldn't tell how he felt, he just felt sweet and didn't want to let go.

In the darkness, the pale purple eyes of His Majesty the Blood Race seemed to have a faint starlight smashed into pieces, blurred and sluggish, with a strange and strange joy.

Time ticks by so fast, there is always a moment when the night is replaced by the day.

When the first rays of sunlight came in in the morning, Feng Qian was still asleep.

She didn't want to get up, she was still a little sleepy.

Ilo closed the window, but the light could still fall into the room, so he blocked some of the light for the wind with his hands.

The light was blocked, and Feng Qian's frowning brows stretched out. Slept more peacefully.

The blood of His Majesty's lips was smiling, the beautiful silver hair was loose, and the lavender eyes quietly watched the sleeping girl.

Recalling before, His Majesty the Blood Race couldn't help pursing his lips.

He didn't expect that it would be such a feeling, so full of joy.

His Majesty the blood clan lowered his eyes, raised the other one, and gently lowered his slender white fingers, brushing the girl's eyebrows little by little.

The movement is very gentle.

The sleeping girl frowned, grabbed each other's fingers, and opened her eyes in a daze.

Then, the little hand stretched out and grabbed the silver hair of His Majesty the Blood Race, and closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

His Majesty the Blood Race was stunned.

The silver hair was grabbed by the girl's little hands, and it was tight.

His Majesty the Blood Race was thoughtful.

She still...likes his hair...

Ilo was a little jealous of his own hair.

Thinking about it, His Majesty the blood clan moved again and gently rubbed over.

Whispered in a low voice: "Qianqian..."

The girl didn't respond.

His Majesty the blood clan continued to call: "Qianqian...Qianqian..."

Feng Qian stumbled "Huh?"

His Majesty the blood clan said lightly: "Qianqian prefers me, or prefers my hair."

The wind is light and hazy.

"Silver hair is beautiful."

His Majesty's expression froze, and his beautiful eyelashes drooped gently.