Vampire: Poppy's Dessert

Chapter 30



Anze and Zhilan were afraid that she would bring lethal weapons, so Chuyan was not allowed to bring luggage, and she was not allowed to wear sportswear suitable for fighting. Even the only close-fitting fuchsia tight-fitting short skirt was shaking. After tossing and tossing three times, she was allowed to put it on.


The dress has bare shoulders, legs, breasts in the front, and back in the back, making it impossible to cover the body.


Chuyan said in a matter-of-fact manner, "I'll be cold if I wear it like this."


Zhilan covered her with a simple knitted cape and dragged her onto the plane.


The cabin is very comfortable, but Chuyan is sitting in a rigid posture. She is not used to wearing skirts that are too short or too tight. No matter how she sits, she feels that she will be exposed, and her chest is a little stuffy, but this does not weaken her vigilance against the enemy.


On the large sofa opposite, two vampires were entangled with each other as if there was no one else present, their hysterical panting made the scarlet blood in the glass extremely ambiguous.They had neck-to-neck joy~joyment, bloodthirsty kisses, only desire dominated the skin, like two insatiable beasts.


Chuyan watched quietly, calmly.In this world, except for the disappearance of her grandfather and the safety of her family, she is used to indifference to everything, even if the woman opposite the vampire prince is her biological mother, she can't shake her in the slightest.


Anze's shoulder-hanging, straight golden hair was shiny and elegant, as if it had just been taken care of by a stylist.He is tall and looks like he is 31 years old. With his stern face and baggy pajamas, he looks more like a Greek sculpture.Although he was somewhat similar to Victor, his eye sockets were sunken and deep, making him appear ruthless.


And Zhilan was wearing a cheongsam, with her forks stretched all the way to her thighs, but Anze lifted her to her waist. On her close-fitting white satin were large expanses of freehand flower petals splashed with ink. Her black hair was as tall as a cloud, and she was as beautiful and coquettish as ever.She leaned in Anze's arms like a snake, and looked at her own daughter from time to time. She did not feel the joy of reuniting after a long absence, but her whole body, heart, and eyes were full of vigilance.


From Chuyan’s point of view, the pairing of these two people is undoubtedly a combination of Peking Opera Huadan and Western opera. It is wonderful, but a bit ironic.


The intimacy between Anze and Zhilan came to an end, and only then did he notice that Chuyan, who looked like an ice sculpture, was still sitting beside him.


"Yan, don't you miss me at all?" Zhilan asked tentatively, "Prince Anze is my changer and even my husband."


"You have nothing to do with my father's first arrival. It doesn't matter if I know you or miss you. Besides, looking at you, I'm afraid I'll get my eyes dirty. I'm afraid I'll get dirty when I miss you." Brain, kill you, I'm also afraid of dirtying the soul-locking sword!"


Every word in the first words is pearls, and the last three words make Zhilan feel lingering fear.


"you……"


"Zhilan, I like her, she has the potential to be a blood clan." Anze raised the corner of his lips, and kissed Zhilan's forehead lightly, "Honey, I will turn her into our daughter, okay?"


On one side is the cold-blooded remarried husband, on the other side is the biological daughter who is almost a mortal enemy. These two people are both ruthless characters like executioners. Zhilan smiled awkwardly, "Hehe, I'm afraid, she is not easy to be tamed." She pretended to be coquettish. , but the corners of his lips twitched unnaturally due to excessive fright.



(End of this chapter)