[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

The werewolf sitting at the table showed a smile: "It's you, little police officer. I thought it was Paul who came back."

Zhou Mao looked at the werewolf warily.

The werewolf stood up and said with a relaxed face: "Don't be so nervous. I'm Paul's friend." He narrowed his eyes: "I don't mean anything malicious."

Zhou Mao nodded politely and cautiously.He took a few steps forward and hung the cloak on the hanger.Then he turned and prepared to leave.Unexpectedly, the werewolf grabbed the wrist.

"His smell on you is getting stronger and stronger." The werewolf pulled Zhou Mao to his side with all his strength, pressed the tip of his nose against his neck, and whispered. "Much thicker than the last time we met. What's going on?"

The werewolf's cold nose touched Zhou Mao's skin, making him shiver. "Let me go." Zhou Mao struggled, but the strength of the werewolf was so strong that he held Zhou Mao tightly.

"How many times have you done it with him?" There was a meaningful smile on the werewolf's face, and he gently pulled down Zhou Mao's collar, exposing his shoulders.On the fair skin, the red marks from the last love||love are still very conspicuous.

"He seems to like you quite a bit." The werewolf said ambiguously, his fingertips hanging on the mark on Zhou Mao's shoulder. "What is your charm?" He smiled slightly, "Let me find out today too."

After that, he pushed Zhou Mao down on Paul's bed.

Zhou Mao's hands were crossed and controlled above his head by the werewolf, unable to exert any strength. "Let go!" Seeing his coat being taken off by the werewolf, Zhou Mao struggled hard, but these movements were nothing more than a trivial matter to the extremely strong werewolf.

"Be good." The werewolf whispered, and began to tease Zhou Mao's upper body through his shirt.Zhou Mao's body instantly felt like it had been electrified.Gritting his teeth, he raised his leg, trying to kick the werewolf when he wasn't looking.

However, before Zhou Mao stretched his legs, the werewolf seemed to be affected by some external force, and his whole body was tilted to one side.Seeing that the werewolf's ability to control himself had weakened, Zhou Mao quickly shook off his hand and stood up.

Paul didn't know when he would come back.He stood by the bed with a face full of anger, holding the werewolf by the collar with one hand, and lifted him up.

"You don't want to live anymore?" Paul said coldly, staring at the werewolf's face.

"Don't be angry, Paul." The werewolf seemed a little nervous, and grabbed Paul's hand with both hands: "I was joking with him."

"Are you kidding?" Paul pulled the werewolf in front of him: "You know I'm going to come back and plan to do this to him. Are you demonstrating in front of me?"

The werewolf tried his best to avoid Paul's gaze: "No... no, I'm just a little curious." He paused: "You smell too strong on him."

Paul snorted and pushed the werewolf aside. "If you still dare to do such a thing," he sneered, "I'll dry you up and sell you to the dog meat dealer downstairs."

The werewolf staggered a few times before standing still.He tried his best to keep his smiling expression just now: "Paul, I didn't expect you to protect this little policeman|| so much."

Paul ignored him, and when he turned to look at Zhou Mao, his expression immediately became very gentle. "Are you okay?" He looked carefully at Zhou Mao's face.

"I'm fine." Zhou Mao shook his head and looked at the werewolf: "Mr. Rousseau, is he... your friend?"

Before Paul could answer, the werewolf rushed to say: "Yes, I am Paul's friend." He stretched out his hand to Zhou Maodi: "My name is Frankie."

Paul protected Zhou Mao, and slapped Franky's hand away in disgust. "Fucking his lover while your friend is away," Paul sneered, "If you were really my friend, your brain would be blown out by now."

Franky's smile became a little stiff: "Don't be like this, Paul. I'm really curious. After all, you haven't touched a human being for hundreds of years, let alone a man."

He licked his lips: "And, as you know, creatures like us have a natural urge to smell and that kind of thing, and sometimes we can't restrain it."

"Impulsive?" Paul snorted disdainfully, "I don't remember that the dog's ||estrous|| season is in winter."

"Dog?" Zhou Mao couldn't react, "Isn't Franky a werewolf?"

Paul looked at Zhou Mao, and suddenly a wicked smile appeared. "Werewolf," he laughed twice, then turned to look at Franky: "You're fooling people again. Is the identity of a werewolf very handsome?"

Frankie didn't answer, but looked at Paul with embarrassment.Paul walked to the window with an evil expression on his face: "It's just right, let's take it as punishment for the mistakes you made today." He twisted the lace of the curtain with his fingers and said, "When I came back, I just saw the moon rise. .As luck would have it, it's a clear night and a full moon."

"Please, don't do this." Franky begged pitifully.But Paul ignored him at all, and opened the curtain with a swipe.

As the moonlight shone into the room, Frankie let out a wail.He prostrated himself on the ground, his mouth split back, his teeth became sharper, and golden hair protruded from under his skin, gradually covering his whole body.His hair kept shortening, and in the gap between the hair, two animal ears stood up.

Franky's body curled up and became smaller until it stopped to a certain extent.After about 10 minutes, his transformation was over.

Under the bright moonlight, Franky turned into a corgi.

"Wow!" Corgi cried out plaintively, wagging his tail, and glared at Paul with his round black eyes.

Zhou Mao was dumbfounded: "... Franky is not a werewolf, but..." He looked at Paul suspiciously: "A Corgi?"

"Yes." Paul replied.He tries to grab Frankie, who wobbles his ass away from Paul.He trotted under Zhou Mao's legs with his short legs, turned over, revealing his white belly, as if he was begging Zhou Mao to touch him.

Zhou Mao couldn't help but want to touch Franky, but was stopped by Paul. "Be careful not to be bitten by him." Paul said, "Just like a werewolf, if you are bitten by him, you will also become a corgi, which will make it very difficult for me."

He took out a rope and tied Franky to the cabinet.Franky grunted dissatisfiedly in his throat, and lay down on the ground obediently.

Zhou Mao smiled: "It's amazing, I never knew there were Corgis in this world."

"Of course." Paul pulled Zhou Mao to sit on the bed. "There are not only Corgis, but if we only talk about dogs, there are VIPs, Alaskans, and Huskies. And all kinds of other animals have corresponding half-humans."

"And so is your cat," Paul said. "There are cat people in this city."

"Cat people..." For some reason, the image of a woman with cat ears in black leather immediately appeared in Zhou Mao's mind: "It doesn't feel too cute."

"I think it's okay." Paul said with a smile, "I'll introduce him to you if I have a chance."

"Yeah." Zhou Mao nodded.He looked at Paul and joked, "Since there are so many half-humans, is it possible that you are not a vampire but a mosquito?"

"Mosquito man? Mosquito man is not bad." Paul smiled, and hugged Zhou Mao: "In this way, you don't need to worry about the vampire's reserve, and you can suck it whenever you want."

After that, he made a gesture to bite Zhou Mao's neck.

"Don't." Zhou Mao hastily stretched out his hand to stop him. "It's okay to suck blood, but you have to do that kind of thing every time you suck blood..."

Zhou Mao showed a helpless expression: "I'm afraid of kidney||deficiency."

Paul couldn't help laughing, he patted Zhou Mao's cheek: "Okay, then stop smoking. Let you take care of your kidneys for a few days."

Zhou Mao thought for a while, and then said: "Then when you don't drink my blood, will you drink other people's blood?"

"No." Paul said, pinching Zhou Mao's face: "Didn't you say you wouldn't let me drink it? Forgot?"

Zhou Mao: "Then aren't you going to be hungry?"

Paul: "It's okay. I can't die without starving for a few days."

Zhou Mao hesitated for a moment, put his thumb into his mouth, and took a hard bite.Blood flowed down the wound.He squeezed and reached out to Paul.

"It's better not to starve." Zhou Mao said, "If I suck blood like this, my body should not respond."

Paul stared at Zhou Mao. "Thank you," he said politely, bending his eyes, "then I won't be polite."

After that, he took Zhou Mao's hand, gently licked||licked the wound with the tip of his tongue, and then wrapped Zhou Mao's thumb in his mouth.

Fortunately, Zhou Mao's body did not suddenly become hot like the last two times.But Paul's tongue flicked over Zhou Mao's fingertips and tiger's mouth, and a numbness passed from his hand to his heart.

Zhou Mao glanced at Paul secretly, the way he licked his fingers was very sensational.Zhou Mao felt a strange heat surge up again.

Paul noticed Zhou Mao's gaze, turned his eyes to look at Zhou Mao, and the two eyes met. Paul smiled slightly, put down Zhou Mao's hand, took his head over, and stuck his tongue into his lips. Started to kiss passionately.

While Zhou Mao refused weakly, he made a whining sound.However, Paul remained unmoved, and the kiss became deeper and deeper.His hands also began to climb on Zhou Mao's chest.

"Wow!" Franky, who was chained to the cabinet, yelled loudly twice, and at the same time covered his eyes with his paws to show that he couldn't see.

Hearing the dog barking, Paul let go of Zhou Mao. "I even forgot there was a light bulb here," he licked his lips, "I'll let you go today."

Zhou Mao panted and stared at Paul.

"I won't be so stupid next time," he said angrily.

Paul looked at Zhou Mao's appearance, smiled and stroked Zhou Mao's hair. "Sorry." He said softly, "I won't do it next time."

He stood up, saw Zhou Mao's briefcase, and asked, "Do you still have to monitor me today?"

Zhou Mao nodded.

Paul smiled: "Sure enough." He picked up a bag and handed it to Zhou Mao: "I bought you a toothbrush and towel. You can continue to spend the night here tonight."

Zhou Mao took the bag, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Zhou Mao: "Oh, I'm going to spend the night at Pao||you's house."

Narrator: "...haven't you been through the night?"

After Zhou Mao finished washing, Paul urged him to go to bed earlier.

"You haven't slept well for two nights. Go to bed early today." He said, and took || handcuffed his wrists.

Zhou Mao looked at Paul: "Aren't you vampires active at night, so you are locked with me every day?" He raised his handcuffed wrist: "Will the night be too boring?"

"It's not boring." The corner of Paul's mouth twitched, and he fell onto the bed with Zhou Mao in his arms: "I've walked all the streets in this city thousands of times, it's more interesting to look at your sleeping face."

Franky yelled again, saying it was too nasty.

Paul picked up a shoe and threw it at Franky: "Do you have any objection to me flirting with my lover?"

"Mr. Rousseau," Zhou Mao asked in a low voice after hearing Paul's words, "Do you regard me as your lover?"

"Hmm." Paul bowed his head and put his arms around Zhou Mao. "Is it incredible?"

"Uh..." Zhou Mao hesitated, but said honestly: "I thought you just used me as food for food."

"Food?" Paul smiled. "really interesting."

interesting?Zhou Mao thought, if Paul knew that I was actually calling him Pao||Friend behind his back, he would beat me up in anger.

"I know what you think." Paul whispered in Zhou Mao's ear. "I'm probably just wishful thinking. But I'm not in a hurry. I can wait, wait slowly, until the day when you also regard me as a lover."

"Anyway, we still have a long time."

The author has something to say:

I hope readers still remember that I wrote about a werewolf in the previous chapters, I almost forgot what I said... I feel like people become more stupid when summer comes...