Withered

Time passed quickly, and Bessie's belly bulged,

"Kids are so nice, I like them," Nosley said, lying on the bed.He looked at the ceiling, thinking back to when he was at the Cullens' house, he was lying on Bessie's belly lightly, and the naughty kid inside would kick her belly a few times, which always made everyone laugh.

Morton gently touched Nosley's belly and asked, "You like children, we can have one too."

"It's enough of you, Morton, don't scare me about it every time," said Knowsley.He would always be startled by Morton's sudden words. Although Morton seemed serious, he knew that it was impossible for a man to conceive.

"Don't you want it?" Morton asked.

Nosley snorted, turned over and sat on Morton, bowed his head and kissed Morton, he decided to get [-]% back, so he said: "Yes, I want, if you have the ability, you will let me conceive. "

In the morning, the valet brought the breakfast as usual. Before knocking on the door, Master Nosley opened the door. He was only wrapped in a thin pajamas. From the angle of the valet with his head down, he could only see His calf, which was protruded, was almost covered with scratches and hickey marks.

"I'm really fed up with you, Morton, I'm going to go home for a few days." Master Nosley was very angry and shouted into the room.

Morton hugged him from behind, frowned, pulled the door forward and said, "No way." Nosley cursed softly, and the manservant sent the breakfast back to the kitchen until the time was right. .

Northley was going to feud with Morton, and the same thing was going on with the Cullens family.

"I don't want you to eat raw beef all the time!" said Mr. Cullens, frowning.

Bessie said unhappily: "But I want to eat!"

Mr. Cullens sighed. He had already consulted the old people. Pregnant women sometimes like to eat some strange things, and their tastes change drastically. Bessie's health is not good, especially the baby in her stomach.

Bessie said: "Please dear. I can't help it. I don't know what's wrong with me. Please, Cullens."

"Then you eat, don't eat too much." Cullens reluctantly compromised. He left the restaurant, cleaned up, and was about to go out to work. Just when Nosley came, he whispered to Nosley: "Go and see Look at your sister, she likes to eat raw beef very much recently, and the child in her stomach is already eight months old, I hope she can think about the child well. It would be even better if you can persuade her."

Knowsley frowned and nodded. He walked into the dining room, and Bessie was gnawing on the raw beef—it was unbelievable, the bloody smell of raw beef or its taste was definitely not delicious, but Bessie ate very happy.Besides, Bessie was able to chew the hard-to-crack meat, and her teeth didn't look like hers.

Nosri felt a bad premonition. In fact, this premonition had always existed before.Bessie looked up and saw him, and quickly beckoned him to sit down, asking, "Would you like some?"

"No, cough." Nosri looked at the bitten pieces of meat, feeling a little uncomfortable, and said, "Elder Sister, why can't she resist eating raw meat? It must taste better when it's cooked. "

Bessie stopped, thought for a while, and said, "I...it's not that I want to eat." She lowered her head and touched her belly, and said, "It's the child who wants to eat. She keeps telling me: Mom, I'm so hungry."

Nowri suddenly thought of Botnar, and whispered in his heart: "No, it's impossible."

Bessie wiped her mouth and hands with a napkin, and said cheerfully, with a rosy face, "Nosley, come and see the new dress I've made for her."

Yes, impossible.This baby may just be a little different from others, but she will be a normal person, and she will be born soon, and there will be nothing wrong.Nosley convinced himself in this way, he and Bessie went to look at those clothes together, the two laughed and chatted a lot, Nosley decided to go to the market to buy a foal, and prepared to give the child a birth gift.

"When the time comes, let that child often come to play in Hadfield Manor." Northley lay on the bed holding Morton's hand, and said, "The manor is so big, we can set up a small horse farm for her, and she can Take the pony to run in it, by the way, there is a lake here, I want to buy a boat, take her to play in the water here, let her like it here, don't want to go home, let Mr. and Mrs. Cullens come to the manor every day to find She went home for dinner, so I took her to hide and watched them worry."

Morton kissed his forehead lightly and said, "We can't let the Cullens family disturb our life every day."

Nosley fell asleep with a smile. He seemed to be able to see how lively this place will be in the future. If he took Bessie's child and ran around in the garden, old man Feo would definitely jump up in anger. He hid with the child Among the flowers, the old man Feo secretly smiled, he could turn his head and say to that child... No, the one beside him should have been a child, but at this moment, Nosley had no time to look at him, and he suddenly turned into a child. A lump of flesh and blood opened his mouth ferociously, blood dripped down his chin, and he said, "Uncle."

"Ah!" Northley suddenly yelled and woke up. Morton hugged him, patted his back lightly, and softly comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay."

Knowsley was out of breath. He shook his head and said, "Morton, I dreamed something happened. Something must have happened."

He sat up and dressed in a hurry, Morton sat on the bed and watched him get off the bed in silence, he looked back at Morton and asked, "Do you know that something happened to Bessie?" The curtain didn't know anything Time was pulled away, and there was a muffled thunder outside the window, tearing away the darkness of the room.

There was no emotion in Morton's blue eyes, as he should have, and he said, "Nosri, you know I won't lie to you."

Knowsley gasped and said, "You should have told me sooner—why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Morton sighed and said: "This is a process she has to go through. During this period, her body is very unstable, facing the temptation of blood. If she survives, she will still be a normal person in the future. If she can't If you come down, you will become a walking dead, the lowest vampire who cannot leave human blood."

The blood man in the dream seemed to be still in front of him. Nosley widened his eyes in disbelief, shook his head slightly, and asked, "Is this the price?"

The author has something to say:

Hmm... I made a secret complaint to myself: I would be better off if I didn't do PPT presentations. The one in the dice is obviously not me, so it's useless to call me 00, it's fair, isn't it?