"Wife, I like you to hug me, next time you have to be as active as those days, okay?"

"Wife, you don't know how many times I have... I wish I could... kill you..."

Jiang Yichuan's eyes were gradually lost, she felt that the warmth was fulfilled.

Until late at night, until everything is damp.

The noisy sound gradually stopped, and the world slowly became quiet.

The system that was released all day and night said silently: [Drop! The heroine's blackening value has been cleared, and a replica is being built. The tasker is about to split the task world, please be prepared. 】

[Three, two, one... The replica was built successfully, and the tasker was stripped! 】

-Wait for me.

Chapter 193

My years as a witch

The system sighed: [In this world, you… are too serious. 】

Warmly pressed the sore forehead, got up and looked at the scorching sun outside the window.

"It's hard to get something I've never had, and it's really easy to tell if it's reality or fantasy."

In this world, she once had such a pair of parents who loved each other very much.

Unfortunately, she was insatiable and could not keep anything in the end.

The doorbell rings.

Warm took a deep breath, and the wind rushed into his throat, causing a violent cough.

She covered the pain in her chest, coughed and turned downstairs to open the door.

The woman was about to speak, but saw Ning Wennuan shaking her head at her, her eyes falling behind her.

"The Hunting Bureau."

Warm's throat was much hoarse due to coughing, and it sounded like an old man who had reached the end of his life.

The woman shuddered when she heard the name, but the man beside him looked at the dozen people who appeared in the jungle behind him in confusion.

He muttered, "The Hunting Bureau, Mom, are these... hunting gangs?"

There was a trace of shock in the woman's eyes, and her brows were furrowed: "Forget...forget it."

The man turned to look at the warmth, and said with a smile: "Mom, who is this beautiful lady?"

He stretched out his hand and introduced himself: "Miss, my name is Tennyson."

Tennyson didn't wait for a warm self-introduction, but got a **** headshot.

The woman hurriedly said: "What are you shouting!? This is your aunt, call someone!"

Auntie?

Tennyson knew he had an aunt, but hadn't seen him since birth.

Now he is telling him that this beautiful young woman is his aunt who is over fifty?

Just kidding? !

Tennyson touched his head and said in surprise: "Mom, are you kidding me, this young lady looks younger than me, at most 20 years old, how could it be my aunt?"

The woman rolled her eyes at her unfilial son. She looked at the warmth in embarrassment, and said apologetically, "Aunt Ning, my son is missing a string in his head, so don't bother with him."

Tennyson heard his mother call the beautiful young lady "Aunt Ning", his eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't help shouting: "She... is she really my aunt?"

And got another one of his mom's hammers.

"Those who don't know are innocent, Biqin, forget it." Warmly persuaded.

Don't fool the male lead.

Biqin pulled her hand away, she nervously looked at the dozen or so people who had been there, "Aunt Ning, they are..."

The warm eyes narrowed: "Xing Shi and asking for guilt."

Biqin's face changed, and she grabbed Tennyson's hand.

Tennyson looked at everyone with a dazed expression.

A man in a leather jacket came out of the dozen or so people. The man had a short head, a pair of deep and complex pupils, a high nose bridge, and thick eyebrows and big eyes. From his appearance, it could be seen that this man was a mixed race.

He walked in front of Wen Nuan, took out a bag of crushed slag, and said solemnly: "She...was awake."

Warmly said: "I know."

The man pointed at Tennyson: "He let it out."

They matched the blood left in the penalty area, and the result was Tennyson.

Tennyson opened the man's fingers and said: "Who are you referring to?!"

The man frowned and said angrily: "Do you know how much trouble you have caused?"

"What are you talking about?" Tennyson said speechlessly, "Do I know you? Dare to point fingers at me!"

The man was **** off by Tennyson's indifferent and domineering attitude, "You—"

"He was hypnotized, so of course he didn't know." He said warmly.

The man paused, no wonder Tennyson didn't look a little frightened and frightened, it turned out to be hypnotized.

Tennyson was confused: "Little...what are you talking about? What hypnosis?"

He really couldn't call out this auntie.

He was dragged by his mother to this forest villa when he returned from his trip.

"Come in and talk." The warmth was blown by the mountain wind and coughed a few more times, then turned back to the house.

Biqin took Tennyson into the villa and sat on the sofa by the fireplace. The man walked into the villa alone and sat opposite Tennyson. The rest of the people he brought spontaneously Surrounded by the villa, always on alert.

Warm sat in the middle position, his face paled even more because of the violent cough just now.

Tennyson saw her fragile appearance, picked up the kettle on the table and poured her a cup of hot water, "...Drink some."

Biqin knew his son's bad problems, so he secretly slapped him on the waist and said solemnly: "Keep the key!"

"Thank you," didn't answer the warmth, lifted her chin, "Just put it on the table."

Tennyson awkwardly placed the cup in front of the warmer and rubbed the soft flesh around his waist.

Seeing the warm expression on the man's face, the man worried: "Miss Ning, are you in good health?"

He said warmly and indifferently: "Old trouble, thank you Aiwen...cough...you care."

Ai Wen put the powder residue on the table and said solemnly: "The curse crystal is broken so badly, she is no longer in the restricted area when we arrive."

He glanced at Tennyson, "The restricted area was strictly guarded, but he and his friends sneaked in and let blood release her seal."

Tennyson looked at Ai Wen in confusion, and said speechlessly: "What are you talking about, what is the restricted area? What bloodletting?"

"Did you just come back from a trip?"

Tennyson frowned: "Yeah, what? You still want to take care of me when I travel!?"

Ai Wen's face is not good: "Did you go to the mountain?"

"How do you know?" Tennyson's face changed, and he said angrily, "Why are you investigating Laozi?"

"You went to Sheshan, broke into the forbidden area, and released her with bloodletting. How dare you say that this is not your responsibility!?" Ai Wen roared.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand," Tennyson took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the police, "You lunatic, when the police come, why are you talking nonsense with the police? Bar."

"Enough!" Biqin grabbed his mobile phone and looked at the warmth nervously, "Aunt Ning, I really don't know what to do? That's why I brought him here for you have a look."

"Tennyson." Warmth called softly.

Tennyson, who was originally emotional, suddenly calmed down, looked at the warmth with dull eyes, and responded in a low voice: "Yes."

He raised his eyes warmly, his lips wriggled, and a subtle sound came out.

Fingers rubbed and snapped to wake Tennyson.

He suddenly fell on the sofa weakly, with a frightened expression, clutching his neck and screaming: "Ah ah ah ah there are monsters... there are monsters... Will ah ah ah..."

"She killed a lot of people, she killed everyone in the tour group and drained their blood..."

"She has fangs... her eyes are blood red... she... her body is dry, and then swells up after drinking blood..."

"She...she still bites and **** my blood..."

Tennyson huddled in the corner, trembling constantly, horror in his eyes.

Al's expression became even more solemn when he heard Tennyson's description.

Biqin hugged Tennyson tightly and comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Ah Sheng, mother is here."

He got up warmly, put his fingertips on Tennyson's eyebrows, and whispered: "Calm down."

Tennyson's state gradually calmed down. He was nestled in Biqin's arms, looking nervously at Wennuan and Al.

He remembered the horror.

Three days ago, he and a group of adventure-loving donkeys went to Sheshan together. Someone suddenly talked about vampires, and said that a vampire was sealed deep in Sheshan and organized everyone to go on an adventure , to see if the rumor of this vampire is groundless?

Tennyson was very curious, and naturally followed them to explore together. Several people were tossing around in the mountains and accidentally found the restricted area being guarded. They did not give up because of this, but increased their interest even more. curiosity.

Several people decided that one would lure the guards away, and the others would take the opportunity to sneak in.

They walked into the restricted area and only found a building similar to an altar, which looked very dilapidated, like an abandoned unfinished building.

Just as they were about to leave, they tripped over the surrounding vines, their palms were scratched, and there was blood all over the place. They did not find that the blood was absorbed by the platform.

They heard a very heavy breathing sound, like the sound of a choking person suddenly taking fresh air.

Rough and heavy, it is particularly abrupt in this gloomy forest.

The platform under their feet suddenly cracked, and several people were so frightened that they were about to flee the platform, but they couldn't escape the speed of the crack under their feet, and they all fell into the pothole under the platform.

The woman bit her hard, and the feeling of the fangs piercing the artery now gave him a dull pain.

He could feel the loss of blood and the sound of swallowing in his ears, and every stroke made his heart skip a beat.

After that, he lost too much blood and passed out. When he woke up again, he appeared on the road inexplicably, forgetting what happened in the restricted area before.

Everyone froze when they heard Tennyson's explanation.

Al asked, "Why did she let you go?"

The rest of the people were drained of blood, and only Denny came back alive, which is strange to think about.

Tennyson shouted in panic: "How do I know!?"

Al was just about to say something when he said warmly, "I'll handle this matter, he is my relative, you can put his sins on me."

Biqin looked at the warmth in embarrassment, and moved: "Aunt Ning, I'm sorry, we made it difficult for you."

He shook his head warmly: "It's okay."

El explained: "We are not asking for guilt, but we want to ask you to take action and put her to death. If you can't put her to death, it's okay to suppress her."

"Do you know how many witches died when she was suppressed?"

Al's face changed, he remembered the number of records in the bureau's files.

He said with difficulty: "But there are few witches who can compete with her now, and the rest of the new generation of witches can't beat her at all. We can only come to you."

Damaged, lingering on in the world.”

"How can I fight her alone?"

El clenched his fists: "But...you know her best, and you also proposed the spell that sealed her back then. Are you really helpless?"

Warm and slowly exhaled: "It's getting dark, and it's hard to walk in the mountains at night, so I won't send you."

El took a deep look at the warmth, but turned and left reluctantly.

Biqin bowed to Wennuan and pulled Tennyson to leave when Tennyson stopped to look at Wennuan and whispered, "I'm sorry."

He made a big disaster, but made others pay the price.

Warm eyes lowered and said nothing.

Biqin immediately pulled Tennyson away from the villa, for fear that it would be difficult to travel in the dark.

After they left, Nuan sat in the living room all the time, watching the swaying flames in the fireplace, eyes gradually eroded by the night.

The clock on the wall rang, the hands stopped at 12 o'clock, and there was a knock on the door along with the sound of the clock.

Warm up and walked to the door.

The person who knocked on the door was patient and gentle, adding a touch of terror to the deep silence of the midnight forest.

He sighed warmly, opened the door, and looked at the woman in front of him indifferently.

The woman doesn't mind the warm indifference, but raises a bright smile, the blood on the corner of her mouth has not dried, she raises her hand for warmth.

She smiled excitedly: "Long time no see, my little witch."

Chapter 194

The heroine in the original plot, You Daier, is a ruthless and inhumane third-generation vampire ancestor.

In the original plot, she and the male protagonist met for the first time and felt that the male protagonist's blood was very drinkable, so she regarded the male protagonist as her blood servant, and gave the male protagonist to other vampires at will Playing around, in the end, the male protagonist was unbearably humiliated and perished with the female protagonist, causing the world to collapse.

Warm is sent to this world to complete a special task, mainly to maintain the stability of the world.

She originally wanted to start with the male protagonist, keeping him away from the female protagonist, so that the two could not meet, so that the mission world could be stabilized.

In the end, something went wrong. She first met the heroine, and because of the particularity of her blood and identity, she became the heroine's blood servant.

Forty years ago, a warm gathering of forty-nine witches sealed the heroine and inspired her rare humanity. With the constraints of human nature, even if the hero and heroine were not careful When it happens, the male protagonist will not be directly killed by the female protagonist, so that the world can develop steadily.

"Long time no see, my little witch."

Now, they meet again.

And this task world, isn't it who is more ruthless?

Warmly raised her eyelids and said lightly, "I don't really want to see you."

You Daier's mouth twitched: "The little witch and I are estranged?"

"One is the vampire who killed my parents, and the other is the witch who sealed you. How can you be so familiar?"

Warmly thought of the tragic death of her parents, a trace of grief appeared in her complicated eyes.

You Daier frowned slightly when she saw the emotion in her eyes: "Isn't that the balance?"

"You're not dead, how can you count the two?" A warm sarcastic smile.

?"

"If it weren't for my blood, you think it tastes good, I'm afraid I would have died with my parents long ago?"

Youdale grinned: "My little witch is smart, I like it."

"I was sealed by you for 40 years, and what I want to drink now is your blood."

Looking at her warmly and indifferently: "Don't want to kill me?"

You Dai'er nodded: "I want to kill too, just **** you dry, okay?"

"Okay," Wen Nuan took a step back and looked at You Dai'er outside the door, "Then give it a try."

Vampires cannot enter a house without an invitation from the host.

The Law of the World sometimes works really well.

You Daier looked at the warmth with a provocative face, sat on the doorstep, leaned against the railing to look at her, and smiled: "Well, I'll wait for you at your door. "

Warm pulled a cushion and sat opposite her, "You didn't kill Tennyson to find me, right?"

"Indeed, who made my little witch so skilled that I couldn't find you?"

You Dai Er made a blood pact in Nuan's body, and when it was sealed, she felt that the connection between the pacts was getting weaker and weaker until it disappeared.

The blood deed disappeared, either one of them died, or someone broke the blood deed.

Youdel never thought that Nuan would die, because her little witch is very powerful, so she must have released the blood contract.

Someone woke her up later, she was hungry when she just woke up, and sucked up a few humans to fill her hunger, but I didn't expect the blood of one of them to be very similar to her little witch .

Although the taste is not as good as the little witch, but You Daier reluctantly took a few sips to relieve her cravings.

She got a bite mark and asked the man to take her to find the little witch.

Sure enough—

Everything went as she wished, and Youdel found her little witch.

The moment she saw the little witch, an inexplicable feeling emerged in your heart.

She wanted to kill the little witch because she betrayed her and sealed her together with outsiders.

She wants to drain the blood from her body, and even eat her flesh and blood to let her know the fate of betraying her.

She wanted her to beg for mercy, to make her afraid, to let her know she was wrong.

She thought that if the little witch apologized to her, she would not be able to forgive her.

Just—

You Daier propped up one leg and put her right hand on her knee, tilted her head to look at the little witch who was even paler than her, and felt a little distressed.

"You don't look good?"

He said warmly, "Just sleepy."

"Then go to sleep, I can't get in."

"Okay." Warmly got up, ready to go upstairs to sleep.

"Can't you sleep here?"

Warmly turned around and looked at her puzzled: "What?"

You Daier blinked: "I want to watch you sleep, isn't it like this before? We slept together."

Warm sneer: "We sleep together because I can keep you warm, and you can bite me and drink my blood anytime, anywhere."

You Daier raised her eyebrows: "You are naturally hot, I am cold, and sleeping together is just right, although I bit you and drank blood, but I didn't **** you up, and I didn't bite you. what?"

The little witch used to be very good, she was hugged and sucked, but she was not good.

It's not as cold as it is now.

Warm hands around your chest, "Your body is as cold as ice, when I hold you, your teeth are shaking, and when you bite me to **** blood, your sharp teeth pierce my throat , I was trembling in pain, but I held back that I was afraid that you would kill me, or that you would throw me to other vampires to play with."

You Daier suddenly realized: "So it is."

She suddenly said: "No wonder you want to kill me."

"No."

You Daier wondered: "What's not?"

"It's not because of these that I want to kill you, but because you killed my parents." Her voice was neither light nor heavy, but unexpectedly left traces in You Daier's heart.

You Daier frowned and touched her dull chest.

Something is wrong.

Since she woke up, she has had a lot of emotions that she didn't have before, so strange.

"But you know what? Your parents died rightly," Youdel wiped the blood from her fingertips on her clothes, "Although your parents are very kind to you, they hunt vampires. , Do many cruel experiments on them, just want to know **** us, do you think we will tolerate it?"

Warm closed her eyes, she knew what her parents did, and naturally she knew that vampires would not tolerate this kind of behavior.

So she was greedy and nostalgic for the short-lived parental kindness.

You Daier felt a little lonely and helpless when she saw the warm expression, and her heart sank suddenly.

"So..." said warmly and calmly, "I invite you in."

You Daier's pupils dilated, she could feel that this house was allowed her to enter.

But she did not enter, but stood at the door looking warm, "Why?"

Warm hands: "Like you said, my parents did something wrong to you, so you killed them, I sealed you for revenge, so you should kill me, the grudge between us It should end here."

She smiled and looked a little relaxed: "It happens that I am getting worse and worse, and I don't want to live anymore. It just happens that you kill me, and the feud between us can be completely settled."

You Daier looked at her with a sullen face and a gloomy expression.

Nuan Nuan couldn't wait for her to take action, so she turned around and walked up to the second floor, "If you want to kill me, just come directly, I'm sleepy, go to sleep first."

You Daier saw that she was walking slowly step by step, she was still young and beautiful, but she behaved like an old man who was about to go to earth.

The age of her little witch is indeed old among humans.

And the inexplicable feeling in my heart also deepened.

Warm is really sleepy, after all, this body is really old.

Although the witch's lifespan is longer than that of human beings, she will also grow old and die, and her body was already dead when she was sealed 40 years ago. make her physical damage even more serious.

Although she is 55 years old now, she is in the same physical condition as 95 years old.

Of course, there are some witches with bad hearts who will use some vicious spells to prolong their lifespan, but most witches will die of natural aging, and some witches use their abilities too much and try their best to die.

Witches can perceive the world, they are the mortal enemies of vampires and werewolves, and they are also easy to lose their lives.

There was a sudden shock on the other side of the bed, Warm didn't open her eyes, and her breathing was still steady.

"When you sealed me back then, apart from the sealing spell, what spells did you use on me?"

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. Those emotions came so suddenly that she couldn't bear it for a while.

Warm eyes closed: "Humanity."

"What's that?"

You Dai Er looked at the warm profile, very delicate, like a rag doll.

"Something that makes you feel guilty."

"Guilty?" You Dai Er sneered, "I don't need that kind of feeling, I can shut down humanity by myself."

"Alright," Wen Nuan tilted his head to look at her, "If humanity is turned off, I just happened to die, everyone is happy."

Youdel frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I will cast a spell on my own life to awaken your humanity. Although your humanity is little, it is better than none. If you want to shut down your humanity, it is just the backlash of the spell, which will have no effect on you. Harmful."

Spell Backlash.

What the witch is most afraid of is the backlash of the spell, not to mention that this is a curse that warms her life with, and the backlash will definitely kill her.

"That means your life and death are only between my thoughts?"

Having said that, but this time her feeling of coercive warmth is not as dull as before.

Nodding warmly: "You can say that."

Youdel frowned deeper, she leaned forward, buried her head in the warm neck, her eyes turned blood red, and her sharp fangs pressed against the soft skin.

She raised her head, her slender neck fully displayed in front of You Daier.

So fragile and so tough.

You Dale stretched out her tongue and licked the canine teeth on both sides, she could feel the warm blood in her neck, smell the sweet aroma of the blood, and the bloodthirsty desire in her body was bewitching She bit her warm throat and sucked everything out of her.

But the feeling in my heart is telling her: Are you willing to touch her?

She is afraid of your coldness, your bite, and your cruelty.

Are you willing to let her hurt?

You Dai Er took a deep breath, the sound of heavy breathing dyed the warm earlobe red.

At this moment, she felt that the red earlobe was more attractive than the blood in her neck.

She shifted and sucked/sucked on the warm earlobe.

“His…”

She was a little hungry/thirsty and warmed.

She ignored the warm exclamation, only cared about her own enjoyment, and smashed the earlobe even more red.

You Dale got a little satisfaction, turned over and lay on the other side.

Never mind.

She was really reluctant.

Humanity can't be closed yet.

It's a bit tricky.

The system happily said: [Hee hee, the heroine's blackening value has decreased, at this time the blackening value is 8.8! 】

Warm tilted his head, and the corner of his mouth tickled.

Chapter 195

You Dale was awakened by the dazzling sunlight. She looked at the hot sun through the window, and the sun was shining down on the whole house.

She tutted, daylight still annoying.

No matter how powerful vampires are, the damage of sunlight to them cannot be underestimated.

Youdel touched the red earrings on her earlobes, which were made by warmth to protect her from sunlight. The color of the earrings was dyed by herself.

Red, the color of blood.

This artifact was created by a collaboration between an evil witch and a vampire.

Lapis lazuli has a sky-like hue and contains great energy, which can resist the erosion of the sun.

Witches cast spells on lapis lazuli, and then polish the lapis lazuli into various accessories for vampires to wear so that vampires can appear in the sun.

Lapis lazuli is rare, so low-level vampires cannot have lapis lazuli at all, and even if they do, they will be snatched by other powerful vampires.

You Daier got up and got out of bed, looking at the bloodstained clothes on her body, frowned, and walked to the warm wardrobe.

She took a pair of black pants and a white T-shirt, simple, clean and comfortable.

The smell came from downstairs, You Daier flashed downstairs, leaning against the kitchen door, watching the warmth cooking breakfast.

"Your bed is too hard."

You Daier slept on hard rocks for 40 years, and she was not feeling well. Now that she woke up, she still slept on a hard bed.

She is not happy.

"Change to a soft bed."

Warm took out the toast, poured a glass of milk, and sat at the dining table, "This is my home."

You are not qualified to point fingers.

You Daier understood the warm implication, but she was not angry, it was the "human nature" who was messing with her.

She sat next to the warm, watching her eat slowly, "Don't you feel hard?"

"Is your coffin hard?" Warm raised his eyes.

Youdel remembered that for a few years, before humans made soft mattresses, Nuan had been following her to sleep in the coffin.

"Are you used to sleeping?" Youdel wondered.

He shook his head warmly: "I knew you were awake, and I knew you would come to me, so I deliberately changed the mattress."

"..." You Dai'er narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to knock out the milk in Wen's hand, "Do you really want to die?"

Warm looked at the empty hand, picked up the toast on the side and ate it, "Well, will you kill me?"

You Daier's eyes were dark and blood-stained with red and black eyes, she grabbed her warm neck and picked her up.

The toes were off the ground, the throat was strangled, and the warm and pale face was flushed red.

"Do you really think I dare not kill you?" Youdel ignored the discomfort in her heart, her blood-red eyes full of bloodlust and cruelty.

The fangs are more ruthless in the sun, like a sharp blade on the throat, waiting to strike.

He looked at her warmly and provocatively, grinned, and said word by word: "Kill, the ancestor of the third generation of vampires... Can you still be stumped by me... a little... witch...? "

You Daier's face sank, her thin lips pursed into a straight line.

She folded her fingers together, looked at the warm eyes bulging, breathing became more and more difficult, and her face swelled like a balloon about to explode.

She did not beg her for mercy, nor cast a spell against her, but closed her eyes and waited for death.

The warmth feels that the air is getting weaker and weaker, and I can't catch my breath after all.

You Daier looked at the unconscious warmth, let go of her hand, and let her fall to the ground.

She took a few deep breaths and left the villa.

You Daier was running in the forest, so fast that she couldn't keep up with the wind.

Sudden pain in her heart, she fell to the ground suddenly, clutching her heart, showing a confused expression, as if she was confused that she was not hurt. Why does her heart hurt so much?

The image of warmth lying on the ground and weak, so fragile, as long as she exerts a little force on her fingers, the warm neck can easily be twisted.

"What's the matter with you, miss?" A man's concerned voice came from overhead, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

You Daier raised her eyes, and a malicious smile leaked from the corner of her mouth: "Then I'll trouble you."

The man was fascinated by You Daier's coquettish appearance, and was about to stretch out his hand to help You Daier, but suddenly a flower appeared in front of him.

His eyes are always looking forward, but his eyes are gradually distorted, his mouth is still open, but he can never speak.

Youdale sucked his blood, tore his body apart, and tossed it aside.

She hasn't changed, humans are just her food.

She killed them, draining their blood without a trace of guilt or guilt.

Her heart is not uncomfortable, and that inexplicable emotion will not affect her.

She has not changed, she has become rather warm.

It was her, she must have cast a spell on her, which made her hesitant and unsure.

—

"Ha-"

Warm opened his eyes and took a sharp breath.

A large amount of air suddenly poured into the chest cavity, making the warm cough more violent, as if to cough out the heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

【How are you? 】The system has opened a pain shield for her. Although it doesn't have much effect, it can also play a comforting role.

The warm cough hurts everywhere, and the throat is like a bellows, "It's okay... I won't die."

【The heroine of this world is too cruel, she really kills you. 】When the system saw that You Daier was stunned and warm, it was so frightened that her breathing stopped.

My heart lingers.

He smiled warmly: "If she was really cruel, I would never live now."

It is not enough to deal with a cruel and bloodthirsty vampire like Youdel.

Now she can't do anything to her, more because "she" has not changed, and her heart is still soft.

Therefore, warmth is more ruthless than her, in order to conquer Youdel.

Wennuan stood up with the help of the table, looking at the mirror on the wall, the scratches on her neck were shocking, showing how heavy You Daier struck.

She touched her still intact neck and breathed a sigh of relief: "This mark is very good."

The system wonders: [What's wrong? 】

The corner of her mouth warmed with a tick: "Naturally, it is to gain sympathy."

【Can the heroine sympathize with you? 】The system thought of the scenes from last night and this morning, and doubted, 【I always feel that the heroine will break your neck in the next second. 】

"If I say I can, I will." Her eyes flashed with certainty.

If there are cracks in the ink-stained night, light will easily penetrate.

—

Only the first floor of the villa is lit, and the floor-to-ceiling windows reveal a faint yellow fire.

Youdale could easily see the warmth lying on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace.

It's just the beginning of autumn, although the night is thin and cool, it is tolerable.

She touched the warmth last night, and she was obviously warm, but she always seemed to have chills.

Warm said that she was fundamentally hurt by sealing her and releasing the blood pact.

You Dai Er sneered: "Deserved."

The eyes met unexpectedly and warmly. Although the two were 100 meters apart, You Daier inexplicably gave birth to a hint of embarrassment.

Like speaking ill of someone but getting caught.

"..." You Dai Er touched her cheeks and cursed, "Fuck."

Nuan did not continue to look at You Daier, her eyes shifted too quickly, making You Daier feel neglected again.

The door was pushed open, a gust of wind ruffled her warm hair, she looked up at the person in front of her, "It's a good habit to close the door."

You Daier looked at the open door, raised her hand slightly, and the door closed with a bang.

Glancing at You Daier warmly and satisfied.

You Daier was a little happy when she saw this look!

Something wrong?

Something is wrong!

The warmth must have cursed her!

She leaned over, put her hands on the rocking chair, and trapped the warmth in her arms, "Did you curse me?"

Warm eyebrows: "What?"

"Why do I care so much about your every move?"

"Do you care?" Warm like hearing a joke, she raised her head and revealed the marks on her neck, "Do you care about me?"

You Daier frowned when she saw the marks on her neck: "What did you do?"

It was clearly made by her own hands, but...why does she feel that the pinch marks are so