"But if I bleed heavily, do you think you are still awake?"

“…”

"Open."

It's trembling.

Maybe it was anger, maybe it was shy, his destiny, who was bound by him, was already trembling. The slight trembling of not daring to look up was as adorable as a young bird born in spring in Ruchius's perception. He didn't want to bless the nest from afar, but he wanted to catch the birds out of the nest and completely put them in his palm.

"Open." He knew Arecio so well that after knowing that this sound, the blood clan would not resist him again.

The pair of small fangs appeared in his sight again. The saint's expression was calm. He reached out and raised Arecio's jaw and carefully estimated the length of the fangs. He seemed to think it was inaccurate. He started without hesitation and stroked the fangs on the left with his fingertips, and knew the approximate length in his heart.

“!!!”

Aresio immediately gave him a mouthful and immediately regretted it. A blood bead oozed out of the saint's fingertips, and a sweet breath floated everywhere. Aresio felt his tongue tips moving and wanted to lick the blood bead. He held it over and was about to let go, but the saint naturally wiped the blood bead on his tongue.

"Can't wait?" he chuckled softly, seeing Arecio desperately trying to retreat, he pressed the back of his neck lightly, like grabbing a cat trying to escape and lifting his wrist.

"Your fangs are indeed shorter, and it may be a bit inconvenient when sucking blood, but I will teach you."

He really taught the key points of how to suck blood, how to bite and how much force he used, as if he was the blood clan. Aresio stared at the saint's wrist, and in the continuous spread of blood fragrance, he had no blood and food for nearly a day and a night.

His reason was completely broken by the saint's invitation.

"Come on, bite here."

He bit the other person's wrist, and Rucius briefly sucked in a breath of air conditioning, pressed the back of his neck with the other hand, stroking the back of his neck and the broken hair behind his head as comfortedly. The fangs fell just in place, and there was no large amount of blood coming out like the previous few times, but it was enough for Arecio to swallow. Except for the initial adjustment of his cheeks on both sides, he had nothing to do.

Arecio felt that he was intoxicated in a drunken dream. There were many rose vines in the dream. The rose vines were decorated with deep red flowers. These flowers suddenly turned into aged wine and fell, falling into Arrecio and also falling into a lunatic. Arecio turned his head and found that the lunatic was standing with him under these rose vines, and his cloak was covered with the fragrance of wine.

Rose vine, the sunshine that cut the leaves into pieces, the crimson wine... The psychopath stood among all this and smiled at him.

[When everything is over, I will plant roses in the yard.]

His cheeks were pinched slightly hard again, and someone's finger wiped some blood from his lips, and then the finger was dyed with the fragrance of flowers and wine in Arecio's perception. He smelled the smell and followed his fingers, and the saint led him all the way to his neck.

"You need to use a little force to bite here, your fangs are shorter."

The pale green blood vessels stirred slightly in his sight. Aresio licked the residual blood on his lips, and his completely drunk brain couldn't remember anything else. He was about to follow his instinct to bite down, but the images of the crimson flowers and the images of the saints under the flowers were spinning in his mind again. He paused for a moment, turned his head, and rubbed the saint's cheek.

"I'll be careful."

"It doesn't hurt."

He comforted the prey without a teacher, and also the position of his lower mouth without a teacher. He felt that after hearing what had just happened, the hand that the psychopath pressed the back of his neck suddenly increased its strength, and the blood vessels on the side of his neck were slightly bulging, as if he was patient. He didn't think much about it, swept the tip of his tongue and bit it down.

In the silence, the saint pressed Arecio's hand and the blue veins burst out, but his strength was gentle. He really didn't feel any pain this time, only the paradise, the paradise, the paradise, the boundless paradise, the magnified paradise was tearing his reason, and he glanced at the time on his body.

Unfortunately, the military should have come here, otherwise...

The free hand reached into the pocket, and Ruzius touched a candy and threw it into his mouth to grind it. His hand was still firmly placed above Arecio's head.

Before sucking blood, he would also pity his Aresio, which made him feel pity. He could not do anything to look down on the other person here.

Because this is immortal, dazzling, his destiny with a flower crown.

A slight sound of cloth tearing sounded, and Ruzius's expression moved slightly, remembering what he had just forgotten for a brief period of bliss.
Chapter completed!