After being picked up by my old enemy, I am so fragrant

Lansa never expected that one day, he would be kicked out of bed by a werewolf.

It's so embarrassing and embarrassing.

But he was not angry at all, he put on his slippers very calmly, left neatly, and closed the door gently, extremely gentle and considerate.

Oh, almost forgot.

He opened the door again and poked half his head in, just in time to see the werewolf hugging the quilt with ambiguous marks all over his body.

This one is the one who has been ruined. He doesn't have the awe-inspiring appearance of a werewolf at all. He looks like a dying puppy with its tail hair pulled out, and it collapses wet on the bed.

"Cough." Lansa coughed lightly to attract the wolf's attention, revealing one eye, "Do you want to drink water? But I may not be able to find it."

"Unconscionable..." Yi Ting howled in a hoarse voice, lying motionless on his stomach, wagging his tail lightly, "Get out, get out, don't let me watch you."

Hearing this feeble voice, Lansa's heart itch, and he recalled how the little wolf's refreshing voice was forced to collapse.

He closed the door with a smile, hummed a little song and went to take a bath.

Lying in the hot water soaked in the fragrance of flowers, he let out a comfortable breath.

Lansa touched the werewolf tooth marks around his neck, and it was about to bite into a ring.

But he liked the trace, a testament to the sweet thing that had just happened.

In the past, he didn't even judge the aesthetics of werewolves, and he stayed in the impression of being rough and arrogant. He never thought that he would finally choose a werewolf as his partner.

Only when the real guns and knives came, did he know the benefits of the werewolf body.

Lanza licked his lips, squinted his eyes and began to think about it.

First of all, the sweet talk and sweet talk, coupled with the good hand of tail licking, coax people around.

The body is firm but not too strong, and there is no trace of excess to the touch. The touch feels hot, and I can't help but pinch it again.

You can be presumptuous and don't show mercy.

After coaxing and coaxing, he did something too much, and the silly wolf didn't even react.

... Then what came to my heart was the overwhelming desire to conquer. I am afraid that this kind of feeling can be found in the handsome werewolf.

Seeing that blade-like eyes dyed red, staring fiercely.

Listening to the originally clear voice gradually becoming cloudy, and then blocking the already vague cursing with his mouth.

Werewolves have a good physique and can withstand all pretensions.

It's no wonder that the blood prince, who has been abstinent for a long time, expresses his evil thoughts buried in his dream to his heart's content.

clack.

Something dripped into the water, creating a ripple.

It almost melted with the petals, but it was obviously a bright red liquid.

Lansa coughed lightly, raised her head slightly and wiped her nose.

The blood prince had a nosebleed. The reason was that the werewolf's body was dry and itchy, which made people laugh out loud.

Calm down and be temperate.

ding dong ding dong --

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Lanza got up to wipe himself and get dressed.

Few people come to visit on weekdays, and Yi Ting usually goes to meet guests. Lan Sa is just like the girl in Jinwuzang.

But right now it's a bit difficult.

Yi Ting was still paralyzed on the bed, and he couldn't be allowed to meet people like this.

Lanza thought about leaving the bathroom, just as the naked werewolf rushed in.

Yi Ting was very anxious, and said in a low voice, "It should be my dad! Go and open the door to deal with it for a while, I'll take a shower!" Then he buried himself in the bathtub.

Lanza froze in place.Little Wolf's father...?

According to his seniority, he still had to call someone his father.

Based on age, it's okay to be called ancestor by Yi Ting's father.

Lanza walked straight, walked to the entrance and opened the door.

Let's talk when we meet... You have to open the door first, it's very polite.

After all, he is the father of the little wolf, so he should respect him.

"Why did it take me a long time to come here, are your feet crippled!"

A mid-spirited roar filled Lansa's ears, and a tall werewolf was about to charge in menacingly.

The moment he saw Lansa, the werewolf had an extremely weird expression, and he pursed his lips to stop getting angry. Instead, he shook hands cautiously: "You, how are you?"

Lansa, who was beaten up by the innocent, was on fire in his heart, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and nodded lightly.

This werewolf looked similar to Yi Ting, but he was much more mature, and there was a small old scar on his face, so he was undoubtedly the little wolf's father.

Put it up for now.

"It turned out to be you! I'm sorry, I thought it was him." Yi Ting's father slapped Lansa's back lightly, as if expressing friendliness. He closed the door and squeezed into the room, looking left and right, "Others Woolen cloth?"

Do werewolves love to beat people like this?

Lanza straightened her back

: "I'm taking a shower."

"Oh, then don't care about him, come here!" Yi Ting's father pulled Lansa straight to sit on the sofa, looked at him with joy, "Tell Dad, why do you like this brat? "

Dad...has it already been acquiesced?

The passionate breath of the werewolf is right next to your ear, and it's just too passionate.

Lansa unconsciously looked into the bathroom, hoping that Yi Ting would come out and deal with his father quickly.

But it's not good to ignore people, but it's stuck on the title.

What are you shouting for?uncle?Father?

Lansa is older than Yi Ting's father by an unknown number of years, and this title is a bit hard to pronounce.

Now he really wants to post on the forum: "I am older than my partner's father, what should I call him?" "

"Hmm..." Lanza could only drag out a lengthy voice, and reluctantly answered, "Nice personality."

Yi's father is gearing up: "He has a good temper? He usually loses his temper and treats you harshly. If you feel wronged, just tell Dad and see if Dad can't beat him to death!"

Lanza was momentarily speechless.The father and son are quite alike, they are both irritable, let alone who has a bad temper.

But it is really wrong to treat this harshly, and it is even the opposite.

"I haven't been harsh." Lansa was a little at a loss, with his knees slightly crossed, his eyes were on Dad Yi for a while, and he glanced at the bathroom for a while, "It's good for me."

He has never met a guest of this status.

The relationship is extremely delicate, and it can be regarded as a family.

Yi's father shook his head: "That kid is very messy. Seeing your dignified and generous appearance, you must be very tolerant of him. It's really hard work."

The words reached Lansa's heart, and he nodded slightly after being pleased by the success.

Isn't he the most dignified and generous vampire?

He was also really tolerant towards the little wolf, he didn't hold any grudges when he kicked him out of bed just now.

It's just that that kind of appearance is too unsightly, and he must educate the little wolf well in the future, so as not to do such things again.

"Then how old are you this year and what job do you do? I heard that you met at work." Father Yi started gossiping enthusiastically again, wagging his tail faster than Yi Ting.

...Didn't the little wolf even tell his father this information?How should I say it?

Knowing that I am so old, will my father be scared?

Lansa stretched out four fingers silently.

There are 1000 years that should not be counted, more than 3000 to be precise.

Yi's father suddenly said: "Oh! Four hundred years old, quite young, much younger than me. Not much older than him, why did you say you were old before? This kid should be beaten!"

Lanza tilted his head in embarrassment and coughed.

He has never felt uncomfortable because of his age, and he is even proud of it. The longer he lives among the blood clan, the more noble his power and status will be.Ke Yi's father's misunderstanding made Lansa feel awkward for a while.

400 years old...is it old to be [-] years old?

He opened his mouth to change the topic: "Freedom to work, advocating art."

"Let me just say, what an artist temperament, this place is full of spirit, really!" Yi's father patted his thigh, and circled around the room again, "The paintings in this room are all yours? When I came in, it was very strange from before, Xiao Ting definitely doesn't understand art, I guess he does."

The father and son's boasting is really a routine. They obviously didn't say anything substantive, making people feel like they are blowing hype.

"En." Lansa naturally responded, and turned his gaze to a pile of paintings hanging on the wall, relieving his tense mind, "He likes to look at it occasionally."

But they all said "what's the matter", "too much for the eyes", "hmm, it looks good" while admiring the paintings.

Extremely perfunctory, but also trying to pretend not to be perfunctory.

These paintings that can be exhibited in the exhibition can only be dimmed in front of the stinky face of the werewolf.

But Lansa didn't care that much, as long as he listened to the praise.

Yi's father smiled and said, "Just look at your paintings. That's not just looking at paintings, it's to please you."

To be precise, it is a helpless and pleasing move.

Every time a picture is finished, Yi Ting will be dragged to comment for half an hour, or until the werewolf fell asleep standing up.

Thinking of this, Lansa pressed his eyebrows: "Well, he did a good job at this."

Regardless of the status of the people around him, he naturally began to play tricks again.

The bathroom door slammed, and the two glanced over there, only to see Yi Ting galloping back to the room very quickly, flashing like a shadow, and slamming the door heavily again.

Lanza smiled.Probably because he forgot to take his clothes, the marks on his whole body couldn't be exposed in front of his father.

Yi's father really didn't understand, and shouted: "Your father is here, why are you hiding!"

"Ah, I'm getting dressed!" Yi Ting's voice also yelled back through the door.

Yi's father looked like he had seen a ghost, and shook his head frantically: "Why is this kid pretending to be polite? He usually stays at home with his butt naked."

Lansa lowered her eyes in silence, and touched her neck.I really want Little Wolf to stay at home with his butt naked every day, but I'm afraid there are very few of them.

He never forgot how little wolf said "You old pervert, I will never let you get away with it" with a sad face.

After a while, Yi Ting walked over slowly and sat next to Lansa, not next to his father.

Yi's father raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Why are you so far away from Dad?"

Yi Ting cleared his throat, leaned over and pressed Lansa half of his body: "Come to my partner's side."

But Lanza knew very well that the little wolf just didn't want his father to find out what he looked like just after being indulged.

He was also happy with this intimacy, and his right hand sneaked behind him to pinch the wet tail.

Also, no underwear.

Because Lansa has long been curious about the small hole in the werewolf's underwear, how can the fluffy tail go through it?

So just now, he tried something else.

It's what's on his body.

Pull the werewolf's tail out, and then use the "experimental product" to pierce through it.

Join two layers.

It's ok, the stretch is good, but it ends up tearing the fabric.

That's why he was expelled so badly.

Thinking about it, Lansa's hand touched the minefield unknowingly, and Yi Ting twisted his waist all of a sudden.

Lansa withdrew his hands and covered his waist, his face remained normal.

Yi's father took a look and yelled at Yi Ting: "You brat, don't get so close to others, and even touch your waist, are you sloppy?"

Yi Ting's eyes widened, with innocence written all over his face: "I didn't!"

"Still quibbling, your father has seen it!" Yi's father raised his eyebrows, folded his arms with a fierce look on his face, "I dare to do this now, and I don't know how to bully others in normal times."

Dad said this in reverse, but it sounds good.

Lansa laughed inwardly, but his eyelashes were lowered on the surface, with a look of being resigned to the anger.

"I... this... him!" Yi Ting spoke incoherently, his neck was red with anxiety, finally he gritted his teeth and swallowed, and sat down beside him, "Mmm, um, stop bullying."

Lansa couldn't help smiling, and looked sideways at the little wolf's distressed appearance, with a playful look in his eyes, hooking people to death.

Yi's father nodded: "It's okay, don't let me see it again. It's hard to get a big beauty, and take care of your rambunctious personality."

Lanza snorted softly.What is a beauty?Although I am very handsome, this word sounds weird.

Yi Ting nodded helplessly: "Yes, yes."

The little wolf is not too rambunctious, he is usually very obedient, why does Dad always think he has a bad temper?

"He's very docile, in front of me." Lansa asked, asking, "Was he naughty before?"

"I love scratching walls! He has changed several walls at home!" Father Yi complained for a long time, and then began to boast again, "With such a dignified and sensible daughter-in-law...partner, maybe I can control it, thanks to you ah."

"Dignity is dignified, but not sensible." Yi Ting murmured softly, covering his ears, "That's how to be dignified in front of others."

After hearing this, Lanza joined his father on the same front and began to bully his partner a second time.

"Xiao Ting is a bit naughty, rubbing too hot... um, the fur is also tight... um, the wallet." Lan Sa said a pun, pinched the little wolf's palm, and slapped it Tongue, "When I become angry, I will scratch and bite, and my neck still hurts."

Every word is a personal experience just now.

Yi's father didn't know anything, so he followed suit: "Yes, it's too stingy, so I won't spend much money on you."

Yi Ting couldn't bear it anymore, and glared at his partner with his face flushed, "Old color..." The last word was silent.

The corners of Lansa's lips curled up, enjoying the shame and indignation of the little wolf, he liked it very much.

"Who's old?" Yi's father slapped his thigh again, pointed his head and scolded, "He's only [-] years old, how young!"

For a moment no one spoke.

Yi Ting couldn't believe it: "Four hundred, he told you? No!"

A pseudo-[-]-year-old blood clan hummed a ditty.

"Compared to four with me..." Father Yi was puzzled and opened his eyes wide, "Forty? That's too young, isn't it, according to the age of the blood clan, is it an adult?"

Yi Ting roared: "Four thousand!"

"Oh, four thousand..." Father Yi nodded, indicating that he understood.

After finishing speaking, Father Yi's mouth froze, and he didn't close it for a long time.

"Four... four thousand?!"