Yuqiongyin

Sylva Ria suppressed the impulse in her heart and restrained her desire to bite him. She just gently extended her tongue and carefully licked the blood that overflowed from the bite mark on his neck.

This was the most intoxicating, sweetest and most delicious blood she had ever tasted since she was born.

I'm afraid that in her long life, she will never find a taste more crazy, more addictive than this blood.

Just a light touch will make you deeply addicted and unable to extricate yourself.

The tip of her nose was filled with the scent of roses, and Sylvaria felt her fangs begin to itch, the tips of her teeth gently touching the fragile skin of Lucas' neck.

Now, with just a little force, she could easily pierce the skin and taste more sweetness.

The little bit of blood she tasted just now was not even the weight of a drop of blood. For a vampire like her, this amount could not satisfy their longing and desire at all.

"If... Your Majesty really can't bear it, you can just bite it." The man under her suddenly touched her long hair and stroked it gently, with his movements as gentle as if he was treating a precious treasure.

His voice was low and magnetic, like a warm spring breeze gently blowing past her ears.

Sylva Ria could not help but be slightly startled, her eyes were a little dazed, for some reason, these words sounded a bit more tempting in Sylva Ria's ears.

Perhaps because of her excessive desire for blood, her icy cold lips now had a slight warmth.

The temperature was more like the heat coming from Lucas' body, warm and inviting.

She unconsciously reached out and gently touched Lucas' chest, feeling the warmth beneath his skin.

Her lips had never left Lucas' neck, and her tongue was still circling around his bite mark. She gently blinked her ruby-like peach eyes, which seemed to be rippling with water colors and had an intoxicating gorgeous color.

Then she stood up and turned away from him.

Lucas touched his neck, where the bite marks had healed, leaving only two small scabbed wounds.

The saliva of the vampires can heal wounds and make people feel numb and pleasurable, so he is so excited now.

"Your Majesty?" Lucas said softly with a faint smile on his face, "Thank you."

For the vampires, chasing human blood is an instinct. Just now, Sylva Lia successfully resisted this temptation, which made Lucas feel sincerely happy.

To be honest, as a blood servant now, it doesn't really matter if my master sucks a few gulps of my blood.

However, if Sylvaria could not control this impulse, she would be more like a caged food.

Perhaps, now in Sylvaria's eyes, he is always just a tool or food to relieve hunger.

But he didn't want to be a blood servant who could be abandoned at any time, he wanted to be unique.

Sylvalea nodded slightly and left his room.

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In the center of the suburban manor is a huge fountain. Under the sunlight, it looks like a bright pearl, shining with crystal light.

The fountain is surrounded by lush roses of various colors, however, the most eye-catching are the blood-red roses, which are like burning flames, exuding a rich fragrance.

Al learned about Her Majesty the Queen's visit at eight o'clock in the evening, but in just one hour, roses of various varieties were delivered to the castle.

The blood-red roses on the verge of decay seemed to be inspired by some mysterious power the moment they were transplanted into the soil. Their petals sparkled with charming luster, as if telling the miracle of life.

Sylvalea stayed in her coffin until the morning, when she woke up from her slumber and felt the breath of a new day.

At this moment, she was strolling in the garden, weaving between the flowers, and all she saw were blooming blood-red roses, emitting a charming fragrance.

She was concentrating on appreciating the beauty of the flowers in the garden. The man in the guest room on the second floor was looking at her with a smile, and there was tenderness in his eyes that was hard to conceal.

In the center of the garden, there are two wrought iron pavilions covered with blood-red roses and vines. Not far away, an old swing stands there alone, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

However, when Sylvaria moved her fingertips, a magical light flashed, and the originally shabby swing instantly became brand new, sparkling with an alluring luster.

She sat down gently, enjoying the morning sunlight just like she did a hundred years ago.

This ancient castle has a long history and it carries memories and stories from countless years.

The walls of the castle are thick and solid, and the stone bricks are full of traces of time; the windows are narrow and tall, revealing a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

A vampire lady who looks to be over 40 years old in the family serves as the housekeeper, with elegant manners and a serious face.

She was tall and slender, wearing a well-fitting suit with exquisite tailoring. Her hair was neatly combed into a bun, with a few strands of hair falling beside her cheeks, adding a touch of softness.

Housekeeper Morriga has been in the family since she was a child and has witnessed every detail of Sylvaria's growth.

Therefore, Morriga knew Sylvaria's living habits and preferences very well.

As usual, His Majesty must be basking in the sun in the garden now. Morika was holding a basket of flowers in her hands with a faint smile on her lips, and was about to go to the center of the garden to pick fresh blood-red roses.

However, as she was passing through the corridor, she suddenly heard a shout from behind her: "Ms. Morica, where is the young lady?"

Morika stopped and looked back, only to see a young man standing there with a faint smile on his face and a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Morika recognized the man. He was the blood servant Lucas who had been following His Majesty yesterday.

Despite this, Morika did not know what kind of special abilities this human possessed that allowed him to gain His Majesty's favor and stay by his side since he woke up.

However, since he, as a blood servant, took the initiative to inquire about the whereabouts of Her Majesty, he must have something important to find her.

So, Morika took him towards the center of the garden.

"Ms. Morriga, are you going to pick roses with the basket?" Lucas asked from behind. Morriga naturally heard the curiosity in his tone.

Morika walked in front, keeping a certain distance from the human. After all, the smell on him was really hard for a vampire to control.

She heard Lucas' question and just nodded slightly in the affirmative.

Then, she continued to focus on the road ahead, casting her eyes toward the center of the garden in the distance.

There, a field of gorgeous roses was in full bloom, their petals as bright and dazzling as flames, and His Majesty was lying on a swing basking in the sunlight.

A hundred years have passed, and now His Majesty has returned here again. Morika's heart is filled with anticipation. She is eager to pick those beautiful blood-red roses. She imagines herself holding a bunch of gorgeous roses in her hands and seeing His Majesty's satisfied expression. How beautiful that picture will be.

After returning to their senses, Morica and Lucas also came to the center of the garden. They bowed respectfully to Sylvaria, "Your Majesty."

Sylva lazily lay on the swing, looking up at the two of them with a lazy look in her eyes. She gently stroked the book in her hand, with a faint smile on her lips, as if she was satisfied with everything in front of her.

"Morriga, the blood-red rose petals here are very fresh today. I'll leave it to you next." Sylvaria narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and spoke in a lazy tone.

Morriga nodded and turned to walk towards the blood-red rose bushes in the garden.

Every blood-red rose in the garden was as red as blood and exuded a rich fragrance. She skillfully picked the bright petals with gentle and graceful movements.

She knew what these petals meant to Sylvaria, so she was extra attentive.

"What does your majesty do with these petals?" Lucas stood behind her, gently rubbing her temple.

"Bathing. After bathing, the petals of the bloody rose can mimic the real touch of human skin."

Sylvaria stroked the gorgeous ruby ​​on the vampire ring between her fingers, and the gem shone brightly under the sunlight.

"Are we going to spend all of today in the human world?"

"Yes, Al has arranged it."

"Okay, Your Majesty."