He agreed to go out, but Michael directly took Chu Ying from this door to that door and took him to his house.

Chu Ying was very willing to be taken home by Michael. When Michael lowered his head and opened the door, she pulled his cloak from behind to play. As she played, her hands unconsciously measured his shoulders and waist.

No matter how many times he looked at it, Chu Ying would think Michael looked so handsome in uniform.

He has a delicate face as delicate as a doll, but is sharpened with a prejudice and blood-tight sword. He meets gods and kills gods, and meets ghosts and kills ghosts.

When I met her, I was rubbing my fingers.

Because of Chu Ying's touch, Michael's muscles became tense again, and his legs wrapped in over-knee boots stood straight.

He looked back at her and quickly pursed his lower lip in the rotation movement. He looked calm when facing her: "Your name is not registered. It will be dangerous to be seen by other blood clans, so I come here."

He was so simple that he thought that Chu Ying was bored and passed the time to him. He didn't know that the most interesting and fun thing in the world was himself.

Chu Ying followed the good deeds: "I know, you want to protect me."

She took a step forward, smiling, but her tone became softer, like a soft and moderately soft sugar: "Micha is the best."

Michael's eyes were wide open.

He is really like a small animal. His eyes will be round when he is stressed. He will be round, and he will be round, and he will always realize the danger immediately and cover up his true emotions.

The next second, he drooped his eyelashes and turned back to open the door, preventing Chu Ying from seeing his expression.

Chu Ying crawled into the house, looked around curiously, and then forgot to continue teasing him.

This house is so small that she is so small that she is amazed.

From Ferrid to Rene, everyone has unanimously certified that Michael is the number one celebrity under the throne, but the celebrity only has a small residence in the remote corner of Sangunaim. It has neither outstanding scenery nor gorgeous decoration. It is really a place to stay.

Fortunately, although the sparrow is small, it has all the living room, bedroom, bathroom and even kitchen. Compared to Ferrid's empty mansion, this place is more like an ordinary person's home.

Feng Chu lying in an ordinary house, Chu Ying sat on the floor of the small living room, looking at the shining Michael, thinking.

She deeply understood what it means to be shining. A Michael illuminated half of the sky, and then she added her. This place was like a palace.

Michael had never brought a girl home, or perhaps because of his long journey to the battlefield, he developed the principle of action that the enemy would not move. After walking around the house, Chu Ying sat down and did not move, and he stood still in a place not far away or near.

He seemed a little far away when he didn't speak. Looking at his side, he was such a little prince with sorrow like a lilac.

However, Chu Ying would not put Michael there to admire her. She immediately covered her stomach: "I'm so hungry."

How could there be human food in Michael's house? He said, "Sorry, there is nothing to eat."

Chu Ying quietly said: "Even if you have it, it is a bad nutritional supplement, so I don't want it. The vampire world is really annoying, there is nothing good."

She said again: "Then I'm still thirsty, I want to drink water."

Michael poured a glass of water and lowered his body to her. She didn't answer it, and sipped slowly with his hand before getting it.

Michael saw that Le Ying was siping water in one sip, and his lips were moist. When he was full, two faint pieces of powder appeared on her cheeks.

Very cute.

He shook his mind for a moment until a warm touch came from his face. His eyes gathered and he found that Chu Ying was sitting straight and touching his face.

Her fingertips played, flowing through his soft gaze, landing on his eyebrows, and then on his eyelids, gently stroking, full of cherishing and exploration.

Michael felt unprecedented happiness in Chu Ying's gentle behavior. The sweetness immediately arose a little pain. He was in panic and wanted to press the sword, but he was afraid that he would scare Chu Ying, so he endured it and just closed his eyes.

After touching Michael's eyes, Chu Ying touched his nose. After touching his nose, he opened his lips and wanted to see his fangs.

Michael was very obedient, hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth.

His lips were pale pink, with sharp fangs hidden in it, and in the slight wetness, Chu Ying touched the tip of her teeth.

It seemed like a thorn.

Chu Ying had no reaction, but Michael suddenly shuddered and leaned back.

The water cup was almost split in his hand. He turned his face away, pulled the collar, and stood up hastily, "I'll go put the cup."

Chuying sat in place and waited for Michael.

Michael's life is really monotonous. He has no books, no TVs in his living room, and no smart tablet that he has never played with.

Chu Ying played with her fingers for a while, and before Michael could come back, she was about to call him when she suddenly heard the sound of something breaking.

When she arrived, Michael was shivering in the corridor and shivering.

He had an attack again, like what Lu Ying had seen before.

An empty blood bottle was smashed on the ground. He had drunk the substitute and was still defeated by the severe pain of missing human blood.

Michael was so arrogant and so clean, but his dignity and cleanliness were all reduced to the cheapest things in pain. He gasped, wrapped his neck, and his mind was full of blood, blood, and blood.

So when Chu Ying walked towards him, he was pressed down by him without any surprise.

Michael looked fierce, and his teeth, which had just been docile and could not help but touch, turned into the most dangerous weapon. His only reason made him bit his lips hard. After biting, he still couldn't help but bare his teeth.

The vampire looked very scary when he wanted to suck blood, but because the other party was Michael, Lu Ying was not scared.

She thought for a while and said, "Give you my blood, Micah."

She turned her head, shining her fair neck, and said softly: "If it were you, I would."

Chu Ying was tilted to the Pacific Ocean. She turned to the pervert Ferrid, but she ignored him.

When Michael got her words, he became more and more out of control. He pressed his body down, buried it on the edge of her neck and opened his mouth and bit it.

When the fangs were about to break through the thin skin barrier, Michael heard Chu Ying whisper: "Be gentle."

After saying that, Chu Ying closed her eyes and waited with a generous spirit of sacrificing justice.

After waiting for a while, my neck hurts.

She opened her eyes in confusion, but saw Michael hovering over her.

Chu Ying gently pushed him, and as soon as he touched him, he felt his trembling trembling.

He said something in a trembling voice, she couldn't hear it very clearly, and wanted to know, so she asked him to speak louder.

Michael slowly evacuated from the neck of Chuying and looked back at her face. When his eyes blinked, tears fell down and fell into her eyes.

Lu Ying was stunned.

She just watched Michael's sad face, and his broken crying squeezed out from his teeth bit by bit: "No..."

He tried to piece together a little bit of self-esteem with his instinct resistance: "I don't want to become a blood-sucking monster..."

After Michael finished speaking, he woke up from a dream, retreated in a hurry and fell to the ground.

Clear tears swayed brightly on his cheeks. He breathed deeply, and gradually stopped losing his composure through his inhalation and inhalation.

Michael turned his back to Chuying and wiped away his tears, and when he turned back, he was already the cold-faced young swordsman again.

He wanted to say something to Chu Ying. When he turned around, he had already foreseen that he would see Chu Ying's scared face. He was also ready to not meet again. It would be a matter of time before he was afraid that he would be a matter of time.

Michael still made a mistake.

He looked around and saw Chu Ying lying on the ground crying silently.

It is common for people to cry when they are afraid, but Chu Ying doesn't look like she is afraid, but she looks like sadness, as if her soul is broken by his tears, and her own tears are constantly flowing out of her soul.

Michael didn't know what to do now, so he slowly approached Chu Ying and wiped her tears.

Chu Ying got up, reached out to hug him, and cried with his neck.

She hugged her so hard that she was drowned in the sea, and he was her only driftwood.

Michael felt right, and Chu Ying was indeed very sad.

How could such a sad thing happen in the world?

She originally thought that all the pain was enough to die, and that she would die in her best years, so she was the most unfortunate person, but she still had the suffering that death could not stop.

Michelle Baiye, since he was a child, he was abandoned by his relatives, killed by vampires, and died, and was also a monster he could not agree with.

For him, death is not the end, but the beginning of another kind of suffering.

"Why... so miserable, so miserable..." Chu Ying sobbed, "Woooo..."

Knowing that she was crying for him, Michael relaxed his nervous body.

Chu Ying was so warm. She hugged him like this, and his whole arms were warm. The heart in her chest that had stopped beating four years ago burst into a cowardly pain.

"Did you bite Ferid because I'm miserable?" Michael whispered.

"Yes." Chu Ying choked, "but he was owed a bite!"

When Michael heard this, he silently hugged Chu Ying.

He didn't dare to use force, for fear of crushing her fragile bones with force, so he could only protect her loosely.

The heart is filled with a sense of fullness that is getting more and more full, and gradually it no longer hurts.

Chu Ying couldn't play anything later. She just cried. After crying, she let Michael take a handkerchief to wipe her tears. The more she looked at Michael, the more she felt that he was beautiful.

Beauty is sometimes a good medicine. She was so beautiful that she laughed again: "Send me back."

Michael sent Le Ying back to Ferid's mansion. Le Ying turned in through the window and felt that it was really a sheep returning to the tiger's mouth.

She didn't ask Michael if he would come again, and Michael did not make any promises. He left gracefully, and his misty back looked like a beautiful dream.
To be continued...