Something's wrong, they're not NPCs?

……

the other side.

Su Ming didn't think so much at all.

What do you do after you hang up the phone?

No one would be so stupid as to storm off in anger just because his wife makes a little fuss, right?

Miao Xueer is already very generous.

So it's normal to have some minor disagreements. Do what you did before.

"Clap."

"pat..."

Obviously, once Su Ming walked a little faster, Miao Xueer's pace would become weird.

Fortunately, we were heading towards her dormitory, and apart from a few maids, there was no one else along the way.

But since it had already come to that, it wouldn't matter if those nobles saw him being intimate with her again.

"Do you want me to carry you?"

"……roll."

The request was made with good intentions, but was met with indifference.

"You, you better walk slower!"

A beat later, she added somewhat shamelessly.

"Oh."

"So, even if I don't have any physical strength, I'm still pretty powerful even if I'm a normal person?"

"hiss!"

I have to say, it does hurt a bit when you step on the shoe surface with high heels.

of course.

She definitely didn't really want to kill him. If she wanted to, she would be trampled to pieces given her current physical condition without any weapons.

"Plato."

"Ok?"

"I am now a true queen, you are the best..."

"what?"

“Don’t make me angry!”

"Then, Her Highness Eliza, are you dissatisfied with what I did just now?"

"You...hum."

He turned his head away again and refused to say anything more.

But the nails that had just dug into the back of my hand had turned into a gentle, ordinary handholding.

"You just performed barely enough."

"No food?"

"I will specially allow you to eat in my dormitory."

We have arrived at Miao Xueer’s dormitory.

There was nothing in the room except the crystal coffin and a table. There was nothing in it that could prove that someone lived there. A personal room is a place where the resident's personality is displayed. There might be posters of the resident's favorite artist or comics or games, but if it does not reflect the personality of the person living there in any way, it would be a bit pitiful to be honest.

When Su Ming first saw it, he thought the decoration was luxurious. But after calming down and observing it again, he could easily find out... this could not be considered as Miao Xueer's room.

Just like the castle outside Keyimu Town, Mu Xueer’s room was noteworthy.

Cage for pets.

Some slightly girly decorations.

The dresses are always spotless, and the bed is also clean and has a nice scent.

But there is no bed here, only a coffin.

"I want to eat rice with toppings."

“No dessert.”

"Eat whatever I give you!"

"..."

Miao Xueer sat at the square table, and Su Ming sat opposite her.

The way to open a topic does not necessarily have to be to get straight to the point.

Can be cut from the side.

"Grandma... is she still alive?"

She is still alive today.

Su Ming believed that his grandmother had played a crucial role. He could only think that she had helped in some way.

"Grandma is dead."

"..."

"He died more than three hundred years ago. There's no tombstone to be found."

"Well, that person who used to insist on recognizing me as his elder brother..."

Wait a moment.

Can this be brought up?

"Also dead."

Miao Xueer's expression didn't change much, she just poured another glass of red wine.

Take a sip.

"All of their kind died. The bloodlines of their descendants are becoming increasingly diluted. Even someone like me, who my grandmother said is half human, half succubus, and half vampire, can be considered a pureblood."

"Your loyal subordinate died of illness when I woke up for the second time. I heard that he was injured by a poisoned hidden weapon while rushing to the front in order to speed up the expansion of Keyimu City. He could have been evacuated earlier and asked grandmother for help in treatment, but it was too late. He was barely cured, but he died a few years later."

"Awake? Then... Xue'er, have you been sleeping all this time?"

"Goooooooooo."

Miao Xueer drank the whole glass of red wine in one gulp.

He glanced at Su Ming, then looked away.

"Yes. Sounds easy, right? Just sleep for more than seven hundred years."

“It’s not easy.”

"Plato."

"..."

"What do you take me for? A baby?"

Miao Xueer came to the crystal coffin and saw that she had lifted the cushion and there was something underneath. It was a white cloth with a very old feel.

Sloppy "social animal cursive script" and dense English.

"I need you to teach me how to brush my teeth?"

"I need you to teach me how to eat?"

"I need you to teach me how to go out and enjoy the scenery and relax?"

"You totally! Think I'm an idiot like you?!"

"..."

No.

As I was writing, I was reminded of something I had never thought of before, and I thought it would be better to be more detailed. Also, most people’s way of brushing teeth was too abstract, and Miu Xueer’s way of brushing teeth was clean but too troublesome.

Wait a moment.

Something is wrong!

Miao Xueer's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were slightly red.

Remember one thing.

She wasn't very good at drinking.

If it was really just a deep sleep as she said, there would be no change compared to before. It might even be that it became weaker due to the long sleep.

So she guzzled half a bottle of red wine...

"What are you doing looking at me?"

"..."

"Hmph, even though I've spent more than seven hundred years, my current charm...hasn't changed."

"Unchanged."

Just feeling a little thinner?

I remember that her drum wasn’t so painful before.

"do you know?"

"If you had dared to leave here without permission just now, I would have sent someone to bring you back. And then I would have definitely taken you to the guillotine."

"I know."

"But you're back."

"..."

"You barely passed. But! I'm still in a bad mood!"

"What can I do to make Her Highness Eliza happy?"

What about rice with gravy?

Why haven't you come yet?

"I……"

Miao Xueer's cheeks turned a little redder.

His brows furrowed even more, as if he had thought of something.

"You, you dared to ask for so much reward without my permission yesterday!"

"You have committed a great crime!"

"..."

"My legs hurt, and the drum hurts too! Find a way to make me feel better!"

She had already placed her feet on Su Ming's thighs.

There was no peculiar smell. Perhaps it was because the high heels she wore were brand new, and there was a faint scent of new shoes.

No nail polish.

The nails are round like shells, and the small, white toes are slightly clenched.

"What are you looking at?"

"Press it for me!"

No.

My skin hurts, my legs hurt. Why are you stretching your legs? Did you press the wrong spot?

and also.