Yu Yuan opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse. He tried to get up, but couldn't even curl his fingers, like a rag doll with cotton emptied out.

There was a faint sound of clothes rubbing, and the prince changed his movements.

He said casually, "How do you feel?"

At this moment, Yu Yuan, who seemed to be in a burning fire, felt an unbearable burning sensation from head to toe, penetrating from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Knowingly asked questions. He could realize what the other party had done.

The tall, fuzzy figure stood up and stood beside the coffin, unable to see his face clearly.

The prince made another stroke on his hand, breaking four knuckles, and blood splattered down.

With this move, in the darkness, the dark blue eyes gradually dimmed.

bright red...liquid...

Yu Yuan, whose eyes were blurry, grabbed the prince's hand and clinged to it, but the prince raised his chin with his other hand and said with a half-smile, "Equal exchange."

He used some small medicines to help him without the knowledge of Lambert, softening people's will and improving his response to external stimuli, so he couldn't refuse the breath of blood. It can ensure the smooth progress of the transition period after being first embraced, and let the other party get used to the blood-sucking behavior in the fastest time.

I was worried about any side effects at first, but it seems to be working very well now.

Perfect as expected.

Putting down the small bait, the prince deliberately dripped blood on his face, and used the other hand to imprison the other's hands behind his back.

The sparse blood dripped on his forehead, slid down the slightly raised posture, and flowed into the clothes.

In a trance, Yu Yuan even suspected that the other party was brooding about the events that night at the banquet, because he had smeared blood on the prince's face at that time.

In front of him was an indistinct double image, Yu Yuan was silent for a while, then said: "...what to exchange?"

There is almost a burning fire in his mind now, and the amplified senses stimulate every inch of nerves, and even the rubbing of the clothes on his fingertips seems unbearable.

He could feel that as long as he came into contact with the prince's blood, everything would feel better.

The prince attached himself, and the two were at the same height, almost face to face.

People with limited vision can only see vague outlines, hear a chuckle, and the prince's startling words: "Kiss me."

Yu Yuan: ......?

He thought that the other party would say "take the initiative to let him bite" or "call him a certain title again", etc. When did the script of the "father-son relationship" between blood clans become so wrong?

Without time to take into account these details, it is still important to alleviate the immediate problem. Without any hesitation, Yu Yuan ruthlessly kissed the cheek of the person in front of him, like a bird pecked at a person, and quickly pulled away.

It's all about caring for a thousand-year-old lonely vampire.

For a moment, the tips of the noses seemed to be rubbing together. Tasting a little sweetness, the prince smiled slightly and put his wounded hand to his mouth.

The scarlet color filled the air. This time, Yu Yuan no longer just licked, but took the initiative to probe into the wound, trying to use his newly grown fangs to get more blood.

The prince let go of the restraints on his hands and scratched the other's chin with the other hand like a cat.

"So nice."

The gentle action was reported doubled, the half-kneeling person trembled slightly, as if a bubble was about to be burst, and the slightly curly black hair shrugged.

When he really took the initiative to come into contact with fresh blood and felt the vitality flowing from his blood, Yu Yuan could no longer make any other judgments. He was like a puppet driven by a blood-sucking desire, with nothing else in his eyes.

The sweet and greasy aroma of honey, the aftertaste of the blood pouring into the body seems to be sweet...or should be, it is a taste that is more difficult to describe, a greater temptation.

Desires are like a bottomless abyss that cannot be filled, like a lost traveler who finally encounters the nectar of grace in the endless desert

If it weren't for the same race, I couldn't understand this impulse at all. It seemed that as long as I saw it, I would be entangled in this dazzling red blood. I couldn't get it.

This is from the nature of the blood clan, the instinct of plunder, and the desire for possession as vast and profound as the deep sea.

The act of eating, perhaps fundamentally, is actually a mutual control of the two parties.

The prince's eyes lingered on the other person, his eyes were charming, like watching a work of art meticulously.

Under the influence of the drug, the skin glowed pink, the fingertips were lightly red and tender, the eyelashes trembled slightly between the hair, the shoulder and neck exposed under the black robe, the feet were slightly curled, the wet belt Dewy and seductive... The new little vampire, when the desire to eat is at its strongest, is pitiful everywhere, as if it needs the embrace of the family master.

There was more and more blood loss, and the thin layer of skin seemed to become transparent.

The prince did not show any signs of discomfort, his eyes became more and more content, and there was a faint smile on his face, as if he was the one who was sucking blood.

The prince tore open the wound further, and caressed the person he was wrapping in his arms with the other hand.

That way, you can keep him forever.

In the darkness, only the sound of sucking remained.

I don't know how long it took, just when the prince wanted to follow the original plan, rubbing the other's cheek and was about to make the next move—

"Squeak!" With a soft sound, the basement door was pushed open.

After the sabotage attempt, the prince not only did not stop his current actions, but looked at the person who came in provocatively.

With the weak light of the lamp in his hand, the moment he saw the situation clearly, almost at the same time, the sound of the glass shattering on the ground resounded in the house and echoed in everyone's ears.

The red juice flowed all over the place, and the smell of tomato juice diffused, mixed with blood. The shards of glass are like scattered moonlight, filled with broken light.

Lambert's icy voice was filled with sullen anger, and he hurried forward: "What did you do?"

With just one glance, you can see that Yu Yuan is in a wrong state.

Smollett smiled and said, "A little help."

Lambert is obviously also aware that Riester's surname gives them a high status, and they interact with many nobles. In banquets and private occasions, they have seen a lot of things.

But this does not mean that he approves, or will adopt this method.

His face became more and more embarrassing, Lambert stared at Yu Yuan in the middle, his voice was as cold as ice, and the words he said were towards Smollett, in a succinct manner: "An antidote."

"Huh?" The prince sneered as if he heard a joke, and looked straight at the other party, not without provocation: "No."

The prince continued to let the people in his arms **** blood, felt the body temperature through the clothes, and enjoyed this "sorrowful" moment.

Then, he added fuel to the fire as if it was not enough, and gently stroked from the top of the black-haired head to the back of the neck, causing a slight tremor.

Lambert stood still a meter away, icy light reflecting off the mirrors. Almost at the same time, the fire in the lamp moved, and the sound of breaking through the air came—

A strand of silver hair fell to the ground quietly, hanging on the corner of the mage's clothes, shaky.

The people in the middle are not awake now, unaware of what is going on outside. In contrast, the two blood races do not intend to use communication to resolve their differences.

The prince didn't get angry but smiled: "Do you like to be sullen so much?"

The two have the same goal in the general direction, and want to keep human beings here forever. But beyond that, they hardly ever agreed on other things.

He didn't like Lambert's way of doing things, and most importantly, he didn't like the way he was being approached more than he was.

And Yu Yuan, one of the parties involved, is still ignorant of all this.

The blood-sucking behavior is about to end, and even if he is awake now, it is estimated that he will not participate in the so-called "family affairs", and hopes that the other two "family members" will fight.

"Give him to me." Lambert's voice was still terrifyingly cold, he leaned down, and was about to take the person away and leave here.

Of course, he was quite dissatisfied with Smollett's attitude and actions all along, and the behavior of the other party now without authorization instantly ignited his backlogged emotions.

His face was still cold, and his posture was self-evident.

Smollett was naturally not threatened, but there was no smile on his face.

In the huge basement, the atmosphere became more serious.

The sword is drawn.

For blood-loving races, some direct means may be more effective.

The two sides have accumulated considerable emotions for the past few days, but they have not dealt with it on the surface because of some factors.

But now is a good time.