Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

The low and indifferent voice was like an ice spring beating on a rock, and it was pleasant to hear.

He closed his eyes.

The tip of the tongue and the fangs seem to be surrounded by that sweet and soft taste.

Just one drop can drive people crazy.

Simmons pressed the tip of his tongue against his upper jaw, closed his eyes, and took a long time to suppress the throbbing in his heart.

The little girl's fair and clean face was difficult to shake out of her mind for a long time.

His gaze fell flat on the white fingers holding the coffin. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his hand and poked his stomach. A look of confusion flashed in his blood-colored eyes that were as pure as gems.

...

He pursed his pale thin lips, and his long eyelashes drooped carelessly, not knowing what to think, he poked it twice.

...still feel nothing.

So...why does she like to poke here?

The powerful blood prince frowned and fell into deep thought.

...

When Su Tang woke up from the dream, she felt a little weak and weak.

That feeling of burnout... just like the feeling of having eaten sugar in previous lifetimes.

Crispy fingertips.

The little girl was startled, she suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed.

The round eyes carefully surveyed his body up and down.

The clothes are still in good shape...

Nowhere else.

The little girl tilted her head suspiciously.

Is it an illusion?

Or was she too tired after working all day yesterday?

So this is how I feel when I wake up in the morning...

She raised her hand and rubbed her arm.

Trying to rub down the illusion of goosebumps all over.

At this moment, the little bat that had been lying on the corner of the quilt before, was violently overturned by Su Tang on the bed, struggled to get out of the quilt wrapped around it, and staggered and flew in front of the little girl. Looking at her quietly with bat wings.

Su Tang stared at the little bat, thinking about how her body felt this morning.

Holding the bat wing, he lifted it up in front of him, and his round eyes stared at it unblinkingly.

Did you secretly drink my blood while I was sleeping in the middle of the night?

The little bat was pinched by her, and he didn't resist, just let her hold it obediently, shaking his little head, looking cute and innocent.

Su Tang, ...

The little girl glanced suspiciously at the little bat.

The little bat looked back calmly.

Su Tang lowered her head again and looked at herself carefully.

There are no wounds.

must be really tired...

With that in mind, she put the little bat back on the bed.

You are not allowed to run around here, I will cook.

The little bat nodded obediently.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like Ako who secretly sucks blood.

Su Tang suddenly felt relieved.

I got out of bed and took two steps, not knowing what to think, then turned back.

The white fingertips habitually poked the soft abdomen of the little bat.

If you don't drink blood... will you be hungry?

The little bat tilted his head for a moment, nodded, and shook his head again.

Su Tang speculated on its meaning, You mean...you'll be hungry, but that's okay?

The little bat nodded solemnly.

Su Tang was a little soft-hearted by the cute little bat.

She couldn't help thinking.

She kept shaking it in front of it and didn't let it get full... Isn't it a bit cruel?

It's such a small one anyway.

Shouldn't drink a lot...?

Thinking like this, the little girl put her hand in front of the little bat with a soft voice.

If you're hungry... just drink it!