He doesn't want her to become a low-class vampire with no body temperature, a doll with skin as pale as rubber. What he wants is her to be alive, warm and fragrant.
I want her to be by his side forever, whether it's under the bright sun or the cold moon, walking with him.
He was tired of being alone for so many years.
Zi Tong turned her face and met his eyes again.
"Beichen, do you love me?"
He stared into her purple eyes, "I don't know what love is, I only know that I want you to be by my side forever, never betray or leave!"
Purple pupils raised her lips, and a smile bloomed at the corners of her lips like flowers, "Beichen, I agree."
Then, she retracted her arms, pulled him towards her, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
Her kiss was unreserved.
Kissing her, he unceremoniously tore off all the clothes that were in the way.
Kissing her, he gasped and picked her up, walked to the side of the bed and put her down.
On the iron frame bed covered with snow-white sheets, her long hair was like a black lotus blossom.
Under the moonlight, her face was so beautiful.
A pair of purple eyes looked at him so brightly.
No matter how hard it was for him to rely on himself, he just leaned down and hugged her body tightly.
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In her suppressed voice, Beichen smelled the smell of blood. It was the smell of her blood, the blood of a holy virgin blooming like a rose.
Kissing her with pity, his voice was domineering and joyful.
"You only belong to me, Zi Tong!"
"Yes, Beichen, I only belong to you, whether in the past life or this life!"
She raised her face slightly and let him kiss her neck, just looking out the window.
He did not close the curtains. Outside the window, the silver moon was about to wax, and the moonlight was very bright. Despite this, the North Star in the northern sky was still bright and visible, as if it was accompanying the bright moon to prevent it from being too lonely.
It seemed like an eye, gazing at her tenderly.
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In another city hundreds of kilometers away from the manor, Wei Yang, who was standing by the window watching the situation behind the plane, suddenly squatted down.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Luo Jia felt something strange about him and turned around and asked.
"It's nothing, it's just..." Weiyang took a deep breath and stood up straight again, "Suddenly I felt a little... distressed."
"Aren't you here yet?" The silver-haired man wearing dark glasses at the back of the helicopter asked impatiently.
"It's almost there." Wei Yang looked at the lights under the helicopter again, "At nine o'clock, that empty factory building."
Luo Jia adjusted the helicopter, drew an arc in mid-air, flew over the factory building, and landed the helicopter evenly on the open ground.
In the factory, a young man standing in front of the lathe, turning parts, looked sideways at the falling helicopter, and immediately looked away, focusing on the work at hand.
It seems that the task at hand is a big deal.
When the helicopter door opened, Weiyang jumped out first and took a look at the young man standing in front of the precision lathe. He strode over and stepped on the switch on the ground.
When this guy is working, calling him by his name won't work. The most direct way is to stop his machine.
"Ye Weiyang!" The young man in front of the lathe stopped and showed great dissatisfaction with the interruption of his work. He raised his hand and took off the safety helmet on his head. His gentle and handsome face frowned, "From now on
From today on, you will never get any weapons made by me again!"
Wei Yang lazily straightened up, "Meng Fu Sheng's children's shoes, didn't you see that that person is about to die?"