[Quick Transmigration] Your feelings

The situation came suddenly, and all the blood races stood there in a daze, looking at their Lord Ulysses, who was complacent one second, and screamed in pain while holding his severed wrist bleeding profusely the next moment.The blood races reacted one after another, and they couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, prostrating and saluting.

"My God, it's the second generation!"

"I didn't expect to see the second generation in my lifetime!"

The noble second-generation blood, the Duke of Louise, took his young man into his arms, and looked at the pale face with his eyes closed, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

"Who gave you the guts to touch my boy?"

The coercion belonging to the second generation locked Ulysses firmly, making it impossible for his severed wrist to heal itself. Uncontrollable panic burst out in Ulysses' heart, "My lord... I, I don't I know!" His lips trembled, his face turned pale.

Duke Louise's gaze was cold, "Will," the three-generation blood clan whose name was named immediately stood up from behind the Duke, "Yes! What are your orders?"

"Bring him to me," the Duke said coldly. "When Yan wakes up, let him deal with it himself." Although the Duke was angry, he was not overwhelmed by this emotion. Healing the injury is the top priority, and no one who should be punished can escape.

"Finally," the Duke's majestic gaze swept across every blood race present, "All the blood races who participated, fasted for one month!"

The blood clansmen were terrified, but they dared not disobey. They all lowered their heads obediently and answered "yes" in unison.The Duke's huge bone wings spread out from his back, like a swift wind, it disappeared in the blink of an eye before the eyes of all the blood races.All the remaining blood clans looked at each other in dismay, the faint smell of blood mixed in the cold wind, and the hard feeling in the throat because of the fasting order imposed by the second generation blood clan, told them that all this was not a dream.

Yan has a fever, and his whole body is slightly hot.The appearance of being trapped in the soft bed is well-behaved and pitiful, without the hostility of being awake at all.

The Duke gently stroked his cheek with loving eyes.When the new day came, the duke would leave him and go to rest in his coffin.Suddenly felt as if his fingers had been touched, the Duke turned his head and saw the boy slightly frowned, showing a disturbed expression, as if he was trapped in a dark dream.

As if unconsciously, the young man gently pulled the Duke's finger because the comfortable coldness disappeared.His wrist was sprained and he had no strength, so he touched it but didn't grab it.

The Duke stood there, staring at him, and then gently lifted the covers and got into bed, taking him in his arms.It was the first time, thought the prince, that he was sleeping in bed.

Yan slept soundly this time, when he opened his eyes again, he was slightly stunned, staring at the magnified face in front of him, unable to recover for a while.

The pale and handsome face like a marble statue, and the silent long eyelashes like crow feathers covered the closed eyes, but Yan knew that when the eyes were opened, they were deep red with blood.

Duke of Louise.

Feast feels creepy.How could he lie on the same bed with his enemy, a second-generation vampire? !The memory gradually came back, and everything about the castle resurfaced in his mind.He only remembered that he was seriously injured, his throat was tightly held by Viscount Ulysses, his mind was buzzing, and he was unconscious.

Could it be... Yan looked at Duke Louise suspiciously, and felt unbelievable—could it be that he saved himself?

Seemingly aware of the boy's movements, the Duke also opened his eyes after a while.As if he hadn't slept the whole day, the Duke's eyes were clear.

"You're awake." The Duke put his hand on the boy's forehead, feeling that his body temperature had dropped, he relaxed a little, and sat up from the bed.He didn't know when he changed into his nightgown, and the slightly open neckline revealed a small section of pale collarbone. Yan's eyes couldn't help looking down his throat, as if with a hint of speculation.

The Duke frowned slightly, and poked Yan's forehead, "You still want to kill me, don't you?" His voice was deep and hoarse, but the slightly raised ending sound was extremely sexy.

It's a pity that he was facing the banquet that has always been known for its incomprehensible style. The young man covered his forehead in dissatisfaction, his eyes flickered, and he said slowly: "No..."

The Duke got out of bed, walked outside, and said something to the waiting servant, and after a while, the servant came in with tea, and Yan stopped the Duke from feeding him, and said uncomfortably, "I will do it myself. "

The Duke frowned slightly, "Your hand is hurt."

Yan was taken aback for a moment, and raised his wrist, sure enough, there was a burst of pain when he moved it lightly.The Duke handed the teacup to Yan's lips, but Yan didn't drink it, but stared blankly at his hand, showing a little panic in his expression.

The Duke's voice softened a bit, "It's okay, just take a good rest and you'll be back to normal."

"...Really?" Yan raised his face and stared at the Duke closely.

The Duke nodded, with a faint warning in his comfort: "It's just that you can't act recklessly, or you will bear the consequences."

Yan Moran obediently drank the tea fed by the Duke, and then the Duke personally changed his medicine, wiped his face, and combed his sleepy hair, treating him like a close child.Yan was a little uncomfortable, but the Duke's movements were gentle but strong.

After the "morning", the Duke changed into soft silk and satin clothes for the banquet, carried the wheelchair, and pushed it to the study.There are several large shelves of books, soft and delicious pastries and fragrant black tea, and a taciturn servant who obeys all his orders unconditionally.After doing all this, the Duke began his daily washing and official duties.

Yan seldom has such a leisurely time, his nights are used to perform tasks.The Duke was clearly aware of his preferences. There were even a large number of travel novels on the bookshelves that nobles never sniffed at. The sweetness of pastries and black tea was also to his liking.Yan spent most of the night in the study without knowing it.

Until there was a slight sound at the door, Yan looked up, and the Duke stood there looking at him for an unknown how long.

"Do you still like it here?" The Duke came in and sat beside him.

Yan nodded, "Thank you."

The Duke said: "You can call me West, Yan, I think I will like it when you call me by my name."

Yan hesitated for a moment, he knew that the person in front of him was the famous Duke Louise, but it was only the surname of his noble family... Now what does it mean that the Duke showed such a close attitude towards him?

"Duke Louise," Yan didn't listen to him after all, he knew in his heart that vampires are liars who are good at coaxing, "Thank you for saving me... But, please explain your intentions—I don't think anyone To be able to treat someone so kindly," he paused slightly when he said this, and he felt a little embarrassed, "a human being who once wanted to kill you."

The Duke looked at his unconsciously reserved appearance, suddenly smiled lightly, and moved closer to him, exhaling coldly but with an ambiguous dark color, "Do you remember what I did to you when we first met?"

When he said this, Yan suddenly realized, showing an expression of "it really is".

It's so cute.

Thinking this way, the Duke gently clasped Yan's shoulders very effectively. Yan subconsciously wanted to push him with his hands, but the Duke warned in a low voice: "Your hand is hurt." Yan stopped moving, and he What I am most afraid of is that I can no longer hold the knife.

The Duke kissed him, his breath was cold, but his lips were tender.

About a week passed before the feast came to the duke's castle.During this week, the injury on his hand healed a lot, but the injury on his thigh recovered very slowly because it was too deep.The Duke is considerate and gentle towards Yan, and Yan, who is supposed to hate vampires very much, has a strange sense of trust when facing the Duke for no reason.So much so that on the fourth day, when the Duke wanted to kiss him again, Yan was able to boldly hold the Duke with his hands—he knew that the Duke seemed to be more afraid of re-injury to his wound than he was.

In this regard, the Duke is both happy and helpless.

Although the duke loves Yan a lot, it doesn't mean that all blood races in the castle are like that.At least, the Duke's housekeeper couldn't understand this human being who dared to throw face at her master.

"Human," said the housekeeper, who is also a blood race of three generations. She is even a little older than the duke, so she can be regarded as a highly respected old man in the castle. Pay attention to your words and deeds, adults are not something you can offend."

Yan's face was calm, and she was not overwhelmed by her momentum at all, "Madam, I'm not in charge of this matter," Yan's lips curled into a faintly sarcastic smile, "You should go to persuade the Duke, let He's cruel to me."

The housekeeper's eyes were red with anger, "Don't be too presumptuous!"

Yan calmly flipped through the book on his lap, "If you have nothing to do, please go out."

The housekeeper snorted coldly, and two tall servants walked out from behind her, walking straight towards the boy in the wheelchair.

Yan frowned slightly, "What do you want to do?"

The housekeeper sneered, "If you don't tune-teach-tune-teach well, I think you will forget your duty as a blood servant."

Yan frowned even more, "The Duke will not allow you to do this."

This time the housekeeper changed expressionlessly, "The Duke took Will out today, and now I am in charge of this castle."

So when the Duke returned to the castle, he unexpectedly received a "surprise" prepared for him by the housekeeper.

"My little baby," the Duke took out the gag that sealed his lips for the young man with a dumbfounded smile, "Who did this to you?" At this moment, the young man in front of him was naked and covered with a soft satin cloth. The belt is tied into a delicious shape, lying on the big black bed, it is very exciting.

Yan's eyes were wet, with anger and inexplicable watery light, "Quickly let me go!"

"Eh? Really?" The Duke slid his slender fingers across the young man's shoulder and sighed, "You don't know how beautiful you are now!"

Yan's breathing was a little short, and his face gradually turned into a blush like flying clouds. Only then did the duke notice the abnormality in his body, "Yan..." The duke has probably seen something. Such things are not common among nobles. It's not uncommon - after the blood servant is adjusted, taught, and sent to the master's bed.It's just that he didn't expect that such a thing would happen to his banquet when he was not around.

The Duke untied the ribbon that bound him, and said with some distress: "I'm sorry, Yan, I won't do it next time..." But before the Duke finished speaking, he was startled by the young man's enthusiastic actions—— The blood race is famous for hedonism, and the method of having fun is naturally well-versed in it. Although Yan has experienced hardships along the way, he is very young in this regard, so he can't help but be taught by the old-fashioned...

The boy moved around in his arms like a loach. The duke's eyes were deep, as if there were flames surging.These days, he faced the banquet every day, but he didn't touch him because of his love. Now that the beauty is in his arms, how can he hold back...

Embracing the young man's smooth and white back, the Duke gently kissed him piously, "Banquet..."

The author has something to say:

To be honest, I was very comfortable with putting the pull light last.After all, JJ is such a pee, maybe he will give me a red lock...【Hide face】

Thank you little angel Lin Canze for the nutrient solution! 【hug kiss】