Quickly wear it: The weak female supporting role defeats the male and female protagonists again

Her skin was so white that it was almost transparent. Even in the dim light of the room, the blood vessels on her neck were still clearly visible. The skin on the aorta was gently beating, conveying her fresh vitality to him. .

Larlus leaned close to her almost infatuatedly, and sniffed her slender neck gently with the tip of his nose. The girl's unique fragrance poured into his nasal cavity continuously.

What a lovely flavor.

Poor and lovely Miss Bell.

Miss Bell who is ignorant of worldly affairs.

Miss Bell is innocent and has a bit of a rose thorn.

His fangs were close to the skin of her aorta.

"Mr. Larlus." Bai Qinghong's voice suddenly sounded.

Larlus made a move, and a dark color flashed across his narrow eyes.

He raised his eyes warily and met a pair of clean and clear eyes. Her eyes were rich in amber, like mellow whiskey poured into a crystal glass, reflecting the beautiful color under the light.

The eyes were as beautiful as any vampire, with clear eyes and no blur at all.

"Miss Bell?" His voice was low and melodious, with a low and trembling tail end, carrying an elegant yet fatal allure.

Bai Qinghong blinked and grabbed the shirt on his chest with his small hands, "Mr. Larlus, did you bring me back because you just wanted to drink my blood?"

Larlus' beautiful eyes slightly raised: "Miss Bell, you are not drunk."

His ecstasy spell failed once again.

Only twice in thousands of years.

He suddenly became interested in the delicious little snack in front of him.

Bai Qinghong nodded gently and looked at him firmly: "Mr. Larlus, let's make a deal."

Her tone was calm and calm, her eyes brave and calm, meeting his dark eyes.

There is a small challenge circulated among female students in Guangming Academy. As long as anyone can look at Mr. Larlus for ten seconds without her heartbeat speeding up, she will be the bravest girl in Guangming Academy.

Bai Qinghong thought to herself that she might lose from the second second.

The moment she looked at Larlus, she was already excited and wanted to tie him to the bed...

【Stop! 】The system's sanctions are late but coming.

Bai Qinghong: [...When did you come back? 】

System: [Just the second before you were excited. 】

Bai Qinghong's lips twitched slightly and ignored him.

Larlus met her calm eyes and suddenly chuckled. He tilted his head gracefully and glanced across her hands: "Lovely Miss Bell, before you try to pretend to be calm next time, Please control your body movements first."

Bai Qinghong swallowed and his face turned red instantly.

The look from Larlus just now made her couldn't help but feel that what just fell on the back of her hand was not his gaze, but his hot lips.

This is an unsurprising flirt.

His beguiling voice sounded again: "My shirt is about to be wrinkled by you."

Bai Qinghong then let go of her hand as if waking up from a dream, a look of annoyance flashed across her face, it turned out that it was her hand that betrayed her emotions!
Larlus laughed and then said: "Okay, now let's take a look at Miss Bell's deal."

The posture of the two is very ambiguous.

She huddled on the sofa, and he leaned closer, clasping her slender waist with one hand, pressing her into his arms, and clasped her neck with the other hand, his thumb touching her neck. It held her lower jaw, forcing her to raise her head, exposing the smooth and fragile neck line.

If he didn't want to bite open her aorta, then this position should be more convenient for him to do some more ambiguous and in-depth exploration.

She couldn't resist at all.

Bai Qinghong's heartbeat was extremely violent. The two of them were so close that even she could hear her own heartbeat beating like a drum. He must have heard it too. She was a little shy, and her eyes were filled with moisture unconsciously: "The deal is... I... I can let you drink my blood, and you won't tell anyone, but as a deal, you can attend our club's special dance in a few days. Will you invite me to do the opening dance?"

Larlus lowered his eyes, her throbbing eyes reflected.

In the crystal clear glass, the strong and mellow whiskey ripples with an exceptionally clear color.

Perhaps, this is a glass of honey-flavored whiskey.

he thinks.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Bai Qinghong couldn't help but muster up his courage: "Mr. Larlus, if you are willing, I can suck your blood a few more times later, as long as you like."

Larlus, who did not speak, had the oppressive feeling of a natural superior. She felt fear subconsciously, and even the address became cautiously "you".

From the perspective of transaction negotiations, it has already failed completely.

Larlus suddenly leaned forward and touched her lips briefly.

Even the kiss was very gentlemanly.

He said: "Miss Bell, I don't think you inherited your father's excellent negotiation genes."

Bai Qinghong's eyes flashed with confusion.

He added: "However, I agree to your deal."

Bai Qinghong's eyes lit up: "Really? That's great! Mr. Larlus, you are such a good person!"

Larlus chuckled noncommittally.

The two of them were very close, and his chest shook slightly with his laughter. Bai Qinghong, who was close to his arms, was affected. His ears turned red inexplicably and he lowered his head: "Then..."

She subconsciously tightened her skirt, and her voice became a little weaker: "Um... do you want to enjoy my blood now?"

She didn't dare to open her eyes, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, nervously waiting for the trial.

After a while, a low and elegant voice sounded from above.

"my pleasure."

Bai Qinghong closed his eyes nervously and curled up subconsciously, but his big palm was still clasped around her neck, and his chin was clasped by his cold thumb.

His force was very light, but it carried irresistible pressure, making her unable to lower her head.

Close your eyes and your body's senses become extremely sensitive.

She noticed hot breath approaching her neck, and couldn't help but think distractedly, so vampires can breathe?

The neck was pressed against by fangs.

She shrank subconsciously and nervously hugged the hand on her neck: "Mr. Larlus!"

"Huh?" His voice was very close, and the deep and hoarse feeling was particularly obvious.

She felt her ears itching, which diluted a lot of the fear in her heart, "Will it hurt?"

The voice that sounded in my ears again said with a smile: "I will be gentler."

Moisture streaked across the neck, and fangs pierced the skin.

The tingling sensation is particularly noticeable under stressful conditions.

She shrank, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

The big palm slid to her back, gently soothing her uneasy mood.

Bai Qinghong's two small hands lay on his chest, as if he had found support, and held his collar tightly.

After a brief sting, the body quickly relaxed, and an inexplicable sense of joy and comfort spread throughout the limbs.