How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight: Chapter 564 Holding palms and looking at tears, I was speechless and choked 41

   Chapter 564 Holding palms and looking at tears, I was speechless (41)

  Wen Xien ate it all to save face, and then called him.

   He stared at Wen Xien with burning eyes, and asked slowly, "What's wrong?"

  Wen Xien, who was drinking red wine with his eyes lowered, didn't notice Yuan Xu's overly gentle eyes, and said casually, "It's nothing, I just want to go back."

   Yuan Xu clenched his knife and fork tightly, not saying anything, but his mood was obviously depressed.

   No one notified Wen Xien when he went back, and the lights in the castle were half dim.

   Wen Xien was a little thirsty when he just came back.

   The small restaurant at the end of the corridor did not have the lights on.

   She still thought about the male protagonist in her heart. Wen Xien walked into the restaurant, and there was flower tea brewing in the heat preservation teapot in the restaurant, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

   She took a cup of tea in the past and was about to leave when the tip of her nose suddenly smelled a fishy smell different from the fragrance of scented tea.

   This fishy smell exudes a fragrance that is sweeter and more seductive than flower tea.

   The blood that normally flows in the body suddenly became hot and dry, and a layer of white mist covered Wen Xien's eyes. Her mouth was dry, she unbuttoned the lining on her chest, and fine sweat oozes from her forehead, vaguely aware of the strangeness.

   For such a long time, Wen Xien has not eaten for a long time. She eats human food most of the time to fill her stomach. The sudden sweet and fishy smell makes Wen Xien a little uncontrollable.

   Not to mention the fishy smell is different from the smell of blood slaves.

   but…

   Wen Xien's eyes sank, and she gritted her teeth.

   "Ji, Zheng."

  's heart beat a little faster, Wen Xien hated this kind of forced blood-sucking behavior, or she hated others forcing her to do anything, even blood-sucking.

   Trying to keep his drowsy brain awake, Wen Xien has scolded that person from beginning to end in his heart.

  The restaurant, which was originally dark, became darker due to blurred vision. She felt the darkness and wanted to put down the teacup and go check it out.

   "Bang——" sound.

  The teacup was torn apart, and a clear voice resounded in the silent dining room.

   This is like a signal to start.

  The rich scent of scented tea covers most of the unfamiliar smells.

  The man has been sitting silently on the leather sofa in the restaurant for people to rest. He got up and stood up. His tall and strong figure was like a beast that chooses people to eat.

   Wen Xien felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

   He widened his eyes in a trance, but his reason was a little bit eroded by the more and more **** smell in the air.

   Wen Xien swallowed his saliva violently, a little uncontrollably wanting to taste the blood.

   Good fragrance.

   I really want to bite.

  Vampire's instinct excited her.

  Itching between the teeth, two small and sharp fangs slowly exposed their heads.

  Wen Xien supported the kitchen table and held a corner tightly, so that she could barely get over without temptation. She wanted to leave, but her legs were so weak that she could barely stand.

  The man who came over from the leather sofa had a hoarse voice, and in the silent atmosphere, you could even hear his excited swallowing: "—Your Highness."

   The lingering voice seemed to shed infinite love threads, entangling the prey tightly.

  Wen Xien's drooping eyelashes were gloomy, indifferent and cruel.

   "Who allowed you to do this? Do you really think I dare not punish you?"

   Pale and slender five fingers hang down by his side, blood is surging rapidly.

   Ji Zheng greedily used the moonlight to paint the face of His Highness the Prince. He had put it away for a long time, and he had not seen his Highness. Why didn't he know that His Highness was hiding from him?

   You can't even go home if you hide.

   is really good.

   He thought coldly and gloomily.

   Obviously, His Highness did not like to run outside before, and it was all because of those **** low-level species who tempted His Highness.

  The moonlight shone from behind the window with golden and pure afterglow. He tried his best to suppress the tyrannical killing intent in his body and his jealousy towards others, and slowly walked towards his Highness.

The closer the    is, the stronger the **** smell.

  Wen Xien knew that she couldn't escape, she thought fiercely, and just sucked the man dry.

  The soft and slender arms wrap around the neck.

The arrogant His Royal Highness exhaled a scorching breath, and the faint cold fragrance emanating from his flesh became more and more intense. He kept digging into the tip of his nose. He opened his mouth in dissatisfaction and sucked in the cold air. fragrant.

   Thin and soft, hair feathers hanging down on the neck, the breath exhaled is even richer and more charming than the floral fragrance in the air.

He is extremely excited and excited all over his body now. The deacon, who was on the verge of eruption, stretched out his hand subconsciously. There was a strange obsession between his docile and gentle eyebrows, but he didn't dare to protect Wen Xien's back too hard, and patted her carefully. back.

   Instinct is screaming.

   He crazily longed for the person in front of him.

   He wanted to be one with the person in front of him.

The button of his shirt was rudely unbuttoned, his slender and fair fingers brushed his collarbone lightly, and his small head was close to his neck, and Leng Xiang also wrapped him up, exhaling hot air between his lips, nestled in his mouth. He gasped in his arms and said, "Don't regret it..."

   His Highness seemed very angry, and seemed to want to intimidate him, but unfortunately his voice was hoarse and soft, and the breath exhaled between the opening and closing of his lips was sweet and soft, like melted honey, more seductive than anything else.

   is more like hooking people than intimidating.

   Wen Xien proved with her actions that she really wanted to **** this man dry.

  The man didn't stop anything, as if it wasn't him who was sucked, he patted Wen Xien's back lightly with one hand, and arranged Wen Xien's slightly longer hair with the other.

   Then, when Wen Xien was addicted to blood-sucking, he would kiss her hair aboveboard.

   The slender and soft arms seemed to wrap around his neck intimately, and the breath he exhaled was hot and long, but the blood-sucking movement suddenly became a little faster.

   with some vengeance.

  The blood race is always loyal to pleasure/sense and desire/desire.

   But it's a pity that he couldn't **** Ji Zheng, Wen Xien sucked for a while, and found that he was full and his stomach was bulging.

   Ji Zheng was still playing with his soft hair, and Wen Xien suddenly didn't want to suck. The moment his fangs were pulled out, he let out a soft "Boom".

   Ambiguous/ambiguous voice resounded in the restaurant.

  Ji Zheng's Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and a little white light seemed to appear in his vision shrouded in darkness.

It is a piece of delicate snow-white flesh that slides down the graceful and slender neck line, and is hidden in the close-fitting long sleeves. The magnificent and sinuous blue meridians swim under the thin flesh, exuding a fishy and sweet aroma. .

   That is not the smell of blood.

   is the aroma of His Highness rising from the depths of his flesh.

   Your Highness may not know that the smell on her body is more than a hundred times more delicious than blood.

   Ji Zheng's eyes were dark, his throat was unbearable, and he rarely experienced hunger and thirst.

   (end of this chapter)