Vampire: Poppy's Dessert

Chapter 159



An hour after the passion, the lingering rhyme was still lingering. Victor hugged Chuyan and fondled her back. The snowy skin was delicate, the skeleton was slender and exquisite, and there was a faint fragrance. He couldn't touch or kiss her enough. It was also hearty and peaceful—he knew that he was addicted, and every time he clinged to her, he always had this feeling of wanting to stop.


"Is my body too cold?" he asked.


"Fortunately, I like the cool feeling and keep my mind clear."


"Yan, when you don't swing your sword, you should be a little confused!"


"So you like stupid women!"


A wise man would bypass this topic, "...Did Lan Sinuo cry?"


"I don't know, I haven't been back for a few days."


"You're not a good mommy!"


"Well, it's enough to have a good father like you."


They chattered without saying a word,

Chu Yan's long hair flowed like silky satin on his broad chest, she put one leg on his waist, closed her eyes and reminded lazily, "Victor, you should sleep for a while." It was only dusk in an hour. "From now on, you are not allowed to come out during the day. Your skin is already gray, you should add a little blood."


"I'm not as weak as you think." He enjoyed her care, but worried that she would be cold, so he pulled the blanket from the clothes hanger beside him to cover her body.


She brought her neck to his lips, bewitching, "Bite me!"


"No!"


"Victor, you still have a lot of things to deal with when you go back to the Blood Palace. I will feel sorry for you wasting too much power for me!"


"Are you sorry? Say..."


She waited suspiciously for him to continue, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he kissed her lips and stroked her lips skillfully. Branded with blue poppies, the sweet blood is newly brewed honey, and the sweetness is even more incomparable when you indulge.


Swallowing her blood into his belly, his heart ached.


I'm sorry, those four words have pushed him into hell, and also framed their relationship beyond love.


Outside the locker room, the wind blows the curtains, the leaves rustle softly, the sunlight pierces through the glass, and the dust floating in the light also seems to be slightly sad.


Downstairs, Qi Yin, the werewolf corpse covered by a handkerchief, moved a little.


First the fingers, then the legs, and then... the body returned to a tall and handsome human figure, and the broken bones in the neck returned to their original positions and healed.


He tore off the handkerchief from his face, sat up suddenly, and keenly heard the movement upstairs.


He wanted to rush upstairs, but he was worried that he would not be Victor's opponent. After hesitating for a moment, he backed up and looked at the entrance to the basement at the end of the corridor. Instead of going in, he quietly turned and left.


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Leng Yindong is writing a pair of cursive script in the study, the vigorous characters are swaying on the rice paper, flying like dragons and phoenixes, with majestic momentum.


Leng Pei Xueyao helped him study ink, and chatted about Chulin's injury, "He has almost recovered. After Chuyan comes back, we can go home."


"Even if Yincheng can let it go, I'm afraid those Spirit Race people will not let Chuyan go."


"Otherwise, let Chuyan be the king of the spirit clan."


"No, Xueyao, Chuyan couldn't bear the baptism priest of the Spirit Race Temple, she will die. She is only over 600 years old, even if she can really pass through that deadly priest, how can she rule over the group of people who are thousands of years older than her?" Courtier?"


The door of the study room was suddenly pushed open, and Chu Ling rushed in angrily, the white practice clothes on her body were a little loose, which made the angry and handsome face even more lovely.


"Grandpa, how long are we going to be bored in this house? I'm going crazy!"


Leng Pei Xueyao noticed a few drops of blood on his neckline, "Aren't you and Clover getting along well? Why are you fighting again?"


He was silent for the first time, sitting on the sofa, sulking to himself.He was also angry with Clover!Didn't it just drink a few sips of blood, but she was stingy and refused to give it, just now she kissed her secretly, but she actually punched and kicked him.


That girl is powerful, he is not her opponent at all.Usually, his first-time young master is always surrounded by many beautiful girls, and they all wish to be bitten by him!He didn't want to hang himself for this flower!


Leng Pei Xueyao and Leng Yindong looked at each other, and they smiled knowingly.She sat down beside Chu Ling and helped him pull up his clothes, "The kids are just playing around, don't be angry."


"Grandma, I'm over 500 years old, don't always treat me like a child."


"Since you are not a child, don't always suck the blood of clover." Leng Yindong shook his head, "Listen, if you don't control your hostility, you will make a big mistake!"


Chu Ling was about to argue, when she suddenly heard Clover's screams coming from outside the house, "Help, help..."


Leng Yindong is still writing, the tip of the pen is steady without any fluctuation.It was only when Chu Ling stood up that he turned his pen, retracted his strength, and put down the pen. "Ling, that's a trap, she can beat you, can't she even beat a werewolf?"


"Do you want her to fend for herself?"


"The person who came was Qi Yin, they just went to talk about something."


Chu Ling was indignant, "Grandpa, why are you always suspicious of Clover?"


"I'm not guessing, but certainty." Leng Yindong didn't raise his head, picked up the picture indifferently and blew on the ink, and said in a cold voice with earnestness, "I know Clover better than you. She grew up with Yincheng Yes, although she is only a few hundred years old, she already has 3000 years of power, you are only attracted by her beauty, but you can't even tell the difference, chasing after her is death!"





(End of this chapter)