"For you, Micah." said Lu Ying.

She changed her name and became intimate, holding his name like sugar between her teeth. She fermented and fermented in the white night, and reached her ears. She could hear it sweetly.

The flowers lie quietly in Michael's palm, which is a very gentle thing.

He is still a teenager, but he has no chance of being gentle. He either holds a sword or pinches someone else's neck, and he is very cold and hard and desperate.

Chu Ying saw Michael shook his fingers.

He had a cold and slutty look that was not matched by his age. When he closed his five fingers, he had a ruthless spirit to destroy everything. He wanted to crush her inappropriate favorable feelings with flowers in front of her.

But in a blink of an eye, the hostility that would not leave any way out dissipated.

Michael looked at Chu Ying's beautiful face, lowered his eyes, and covered his hand holding the flower with his other hand, and the small rose was gathered in his palm.

The back of his hand then sank, and Chu Ying tilted her body towards him, and naturally laid her head on his hand, and the fragrance spreaded his whole heart.

Michael was as stiff as a statue that had been dry for many years. He pulled his hands back and said coldly: "Get up."

He was really not easy to provoke. Whether as a blood clan or as Michael himself, the terrible monster "The Four Horsemen of John" could cut it as soon as he said, just like cutting vegetables. Chu Ying, who had thin arms and legs, moved her fingers.

But Chu Ying was not afraid of him, and grabbed his cuffs: "Don't move, I'm so sleepy."

Her blinking speed gradually slowed down, and the delayed sleepiness came up, and she whispered: "It turns out that I woke up in the middle of the night to meet you."

Chu Ying's eyes bent into a crescent moon: "It's so good."

Michael never responded, and she didn't need his response. She fell asleep with autistic eyes and felt very at ease.

In a daze, Chu Ying sensed Michael's gentle movements.

He pulled his hand out and she laid it on his legs. His hand fell on her shoulder and pushed it out, not very hard. He stopped moving again without pushing her.

Feeling that this place, the firefly has fallen into a deep dream.

Michael put his hands on Thunderbolt's neck.

The girl's neck is slender and slender, like the most outstanding little swan neck, and it will break with a slight fold.

He couldn't explain why he came to see her, perhaps because every day in Sangunam was long, and he had no other itinerary except for departure and report.

Or maybe I just wanted to figure out why she treated him like that.

It was neither a terrified escape nor anger rejection. She seemed to be born to trust him and loved him naturally.

She was so strange.

Michael looked at Chu Ying, his eyes were heavy. Chu Ying fell asleep, his body temperature was soft, and his arms were warm.

The wide white cloak covered him and her like wings. For a moment, the world became big, and only the two of them were still here.

Michael's still a little young Adam's apple rolled up and put down his hand.

Chu Ying woke up and found herself in bed and covered her with a quilt.

She suddenly felt very good, rolled around and sang in the quilt. Someone next to her asked, "What's so happy?"

The sound is nice, but the owner of the sound is hateful.

Chu Ying looked up and looked in the sound. Seeing Ferrid flipping through the window, she sat in the seat she sat last night.

When the ancestors didn't speak, they looked like human beings, and there were many things to appreciate from their face to their body. When they spoke, they felt like they were very worthy of beating.

Chu Ying sat up and opened her eyes widened: "You are so annoying. You sneaked into someone's room and peeked at someone's sleep."

Ferrid was calm and composed: "Why don't you see that you have any objections to Rene?"

Rene stood by her bed waiting for her to wake up. She even called her brother obediently and treated her differently.

"Renay is not like you think about biting me every day." Lu Ying said.

Ferrid smiled and said, "Do you think he didn't think of biting you?"

They were not good people, and they laughed fifty steps a hundred steps. Chu Ying slipped out of the bed, combed her hair with a comb, and saw Ferid sitting there watching her.

He seemed very idle today. After she got out of bed and started to work, he stopped reading and held his cheek lazily, like a playboy who was holding a show.

Chu Ying didn't want his life to be watched by him as a show, so he took his clothes to the compartment to change it.

The clothes of the blood clans are probably standardized, and they only wear a few pieces, but the skirt of Chu Ying is different.

Ferrid's rebellious habit occurred to Chu Ying. Not only was she allowed to wear the same clothes as the blood clan, but she later made several skirts for her.

He has a good attitude and the skirts he chooses are very aesthetically pleasing to her.

After washing up, Leying changed her clothes, with her clear and white face open, and she didn't even look at Ferrid, and wanted to go out for her unpalatable breakfast.

Before his hand touched the door, Ferrid picked up from behind.

Sneak attacks are a bad habit. The seventh ancestor's illness is difficult to cure, and it is more domineering than the attacks. Chu Ying couldn't even hide. After being stunned, she struggled in his arms.

Ferrid's face remained unchanged, but his arms were as iron-clad as iron. He had always been covered in kind fox skins, but his attack exposed his bad nature rooted in his heart.

Chu Ying's struggle seemed like a cat tickling for him.

Ferrid didn't understand very much. Even though he knew that his arms could not twist his thighs, why did he resist when he returned to his back?

Chu Ying didn't know why she knew she was going to resist, but Ferrid was still catching her, for no reason.

She struggled to concentrate, and didn't notice that Ferrid had opened the door and walked out, and heard a male voice say slowly, "What am I talking about? She really hates you."

Chu Ying looked up, and the red-black Crowley stood there and looked at them, a faint smile pounding in his bloody eyes.

After not seeing each other for a few days, the thirteenth ancestor was still so heroic, with vast chest muscles, and a tall man and a big horse, and he looked very capable of standing upright.

After being truthful, Ferrid didn't care, and was still full of enthusiasm in his words and said to Crowley: "Of course she doesn't like me, but will she like you?"

He looked down at Le Ying and gently said, "How about giving you to Crowe?"

"No." Chu Ying said. She doesn't want any of them.

Ferrid just went against her. The more she said she didn't want it, the more he stretched out his hand and sent her to Crowley's arms.

The beasts surrounded him, and Chu Ying felt that he was very miserable.

But Crowley stretched out his hand, and the waves under the belt of the shoulder blades were surging. When she saw this, she felt that the man's color was excellent, and her miserable feelings suddenly decreased a lot.

Chuying sat obediently on Crowley's arm, looked into his collar, and then on his face, feeling that he could bear it.

Crowley laughed and said, "Then I'll take you back to Nagoya." He turned to Ferrid, "Look, she's willing."

Unlike Ferid, Crowley did not stay in Sangunaim for a long time. If it weren't for Ferid's summoning, he wouldn't have been idle and flew from Nagoya, the stronghold, to the city where the queen was, and had to have a lot of excuses with the queen.

But Crowel put the light and soft girl in her arms and thought to herself that there would be a lot of rewards to come this trip.

When Chu Ying was exhausted from patience, she ran out with the movement of his support. He was not like Ferrid, and did not have a tough stop, so she escaped.

Ferrid would not let her go if she wanted to do so.

She didn't care much, she only had cards and Michael in her heart, but Michael had never been there since that night.

Michael did not come, Rene was the one who was affected.

Chu Ying was already desperate about the food in the mansion. She no longer bothered him because she wanted something delicious, but instead became Michael who was entangled with him.

As soon as Rena stepped into the mansion, he saw Le Ying sitting on the stage waiting.

The table was originally a decoration, but no one remembered what to put, because Old Ying liked to sit there, and always moved the things away, and in the end no one knew where the things were moved.

Rene stood at the door.

The blood clan firmly occupies a stronger physical advantage than humans and has a strong tolerance. From his efforts to his initial efforts to ignore Chu Ying, he has not spent much time now.

"Brother Rene is getting off work?" said Lu Ying.

He was so pitiful that he had to go to the mansion to work after get off work from the defense team and worked two jobs. As far as she knew, Ferid did not increase the treatment for Rene. As expected, vampires were vampires.

Rene said "Yeah", knowing that her focus would not be herself. Sure enough, she heard her ask the next second: "Have Michael got off work, too?"

"I don't know." Rene said.

"Why don't you know?" Chu Ying was surprised and then disliked him. "You don't care about others' concerns about the world, you only care about yourself."

Rene's temples began to tighten: "Why should I care about him? That little devil is arrogant and annoying."

Chu Ying thought that Michael was not arrogant at all. He was so cute that he let her approach him quietly.

He heard Rene say again: "Don't ask anymore, I don't know, and I never want to know him."

"Who knows?"

"It's useless for you to ask anyone, he's always alone."

This is true. Since Chu Ying first met Michael, he has been alone, like a crane living alone.

What Chuying didn't hear from Rene, but she heard from Ferid the next day.

Crowley is about to go back to Nagoya, and he has been to Ferrid's mansion these two days ago.

Although there is something to say when the two big men sit together, Ferrid seems to be thinking about the difference between him and Crowley, and he will always challenge Crowley to meet Crowley when he is there.

Like now, when Thing was sitting on the sofa and looking at Sangunem's map, Ferid sat next to her and talked to Crowley, who was separated by a table.

There are so many nobles, but they are the two of them the most stinky.
To be continued...