[Quick Transmigration] Your feelings

It's fun for a while, but it will suffer afterwards.

When he woke up the next day, the Duke could only condescend to apologize to the young man with murderous eyes.

Yan raised his hand to give the Duke a slap in the face, but was caught by the Duke, he immediately raised his leg to kick, and was gently pressed down by the Duke, "You have injuries on your hands and legs, so you are not suitable for use of force." The Duke said Seriously explained.

Yan Mei's eyes were wide open, and she asked word by word: "Can you explain, what did the Lord Duke do to me last night?!"

The Duke smiled freely, and touched the boy's waist ambiguously, "What do you say, Yan?"

Yan was ashamed and annoyed, but the waist that was lightly pressed by the Duke was extremely sore, and his momentum suddenly weakened by three points.Seeing this, the Duke took the medicine and bandages from the bedside, and coaxed: "Don't be angry, you moved a little bit last night, and I'm afraid you'll hurt the wound again, let me show you." "No!" Yan vetoed it, but the Duke turned a deaf ear to it, and stretched his hand down to lightly press on his wound.Yan suddenly frowned.

"Sure enough, it's cracked." The Duke judged.Throwing off the quilt, the boy's naked body was suddenly exposed. Yan was startled, and pulled the quilt, "What are you doing?"

"Change your dressing." The Duke looked innocent, and when he saw the blushing on Yan's face, he seemed to have just remembered something, pulled his nightgown from the bedside, covered Yan's body lightly, and said with a smile, "If Yan If you're shy, you can cover yourself up, but there's only you and me here, it's the same whether you cover up or not."

Even if he said so, Yan still felt that being naked was really embarrassing, so the Duke's nightgown blocked the upper body full of signs of love.It's just that he probably wouldn't have thought that his half-covered appearance is more charming than completely naked.The duke's eyes were dim, and his slender fingers gently twisted around Yan's wound.

The injury on his thigh and his slightly bent knees allowed the Duke to have a clear view of the scenery in the more secret place.

Yan originally turned his gaze to other places, but the Duke's hand kept sliding on his wound. It was obviously a normal dressing change, which made him feel a little erotic.Yan then turned his gaze back, and couldn't help but reminded: "Master West."

"Huh?" Duke Wester-Lewis looked over with a smile, saw his young man looking at him with disgust, and said firmly: "Please don't be in heat like a wild beast, I really feel sorry for you." Noble status."

So after the one-night stand, the Duke angered his young man again.

Even though the duke admitted his mistake with a good attitude, Yan still ignored the duke for two days.

The Duke felt aggrieved, "Yan, you were the one who clung to me at that time." He still clearly remembered the soft and charming appearance of the young man when he was in love.

Yan's face suddenly turned cold, and he sarcastically said: "The duke is really a nobleman who forgets things - it is clearly your housekeeper who did that to me first!" He has seen the vampire's obscenity.And this one in front of him, no matter how noble, elegant and personable he is, he is still a beast that can be in heat at any time!

Seeing that Yan was about to get angry again, the Duke hurriedly approached to reassure him, but he didn't mind at all when Yan turned his head and shook his cold face, "I have already punished Mrs. Meisha, and now she is sent to other cities by me to inspect. "

"Hmph, can she never come back?" Yan snorted coldly and looked at the Duke mockingly.

When the Duke heard this, a sly smile suddenly slipped from the corner of his lips. He pretended to be surprised and asked, "Is Yan planning to be with me forever?"

Yan was slightly taken aback, and soon realized the omission in his words, blushed, and immediately distinguished: "How could I want to stay with you, a vampire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a faint melancholy appearing on the Duke's face, and his heart suddenly tightened, and he regretted what he said just now... No, how could he have such an idea?He, is he feeling sorry for this vampire? !

Yan shook his head, trying to get rid of the terrifying thought in his head, but found that the more he wanted to forget it, the clearer it became.Sitting alone in the study, Yan stared blankly at the book spread out on his lap. After a long time, he looked up at the night like water outside the window, and finally made up his mind.

The Duke looked at Yan, his eyes sank little by little, "You said, you want to leave?"

Yan's eyes were slightly lowered, his eyes fell on the table, and his tone was calm, "Yes, Duke, I think my injury has almost recovered, so I'm sorry to bother you."

The Duke stood up, walked around the desk, and leaned slightly to look him in the eyes, "Do you think I'll let you go?"

Yan turned away his eyes and didn't look at him, his tone became blunt, "Sorry, Duke." He knew that the Duke would not force him, so he was confident for no reason.

The Duke sneered, his eyes seemed to turn violent. He approached the young man, spraying his cold breath on his snow-white neck, "I've taken care of you for so long, shouldn't it be time for me to get paid?"

Yan was slightly stunned by the sound, and a loss that could not be ignored suddenly surged in his heart, but he still bit his lips and replied: "What do you want...just do it."

The Duke's head had already reached his neck, what he wanted to do... It seemed to be clear at a glance.Perhaps, he just wanted his blood in the first place... Vampires are the best liars at coaxing.Yan closed her eyes, her long black eyelashes fluttering like fragile butterfly wings.

The Duke's lips covered the boy's neck, and he could clearly feel the boy's powerful pulse.The sweet breath seemed to seep into the tip of the nose through the skin, making the Duke unable to restrain his sharp fangs.

Yan waited quietly.As long as the duke drank his blood... then he and the duke would be considered a clean break.

However, the Duke remained silent throughout.

The Duke suddenly turned his face, put Yan's lips in his mouth, and fiercely gnawed and possessed him full of desire. Yan was held down by him and couldn't move, so he could only bear it passively.

After the kiss, the Duke got up, turned around in a hurry, and walked to the window, a deep voice sounded: "After finishing the last thing, you can go."

Yan followed the Duke to the basement, where he met an unexpected person, oh no, the blood race.

"Viscount Ulysses?" Yan looked at the dying three-generation blood clan bound by iron chains in front of him, and couldn't help but let out a surprised voice.

"That's right," the Duke said, "I brought him back with me. He is the chief culprit who hurt you. Now, how to deal with him is up to you."

Yan's heart moved, and he asked: "He is a nobleman, will he just let me deal with it like a human?"

The Duke's voice was a little gloomy, "Since he dared to do such a thing to you, he must pay the price."

Yan couldn't help turning her head to look at the Duke.The Duke also turned his head sideways, staring at him with burning eyes.As if being burned by such eyes, Yan quickly looked away, and said uncomfortably: "I... don't care, I'd better listen to you, Your Excellency Duke."

He didn't call his name, the Duke's eyes darkened, and he also looked at Ulysses who was tied there.

"Ulysses," the Duke said in a majestic and indifferent voice, "From now on, you will volunteer to be my servant and go to my most desolate and cold northern territory. Do you have any objections?"

Ulysses raised his head with difficulty, looked up at the Duke with great humility, and uttered submissive words in pain: "No..." In front of the absolute blood rank, the Duke did not kill him directly, which was already the greatest kindness to him.Naturally, he couldn't say a word of resistance.

When the day comes, the sun rises, and the golden sunshine fills the earth, adding a bit of vitality to the somewhat bleak scenery in late autumn.However, it is not so friendly to vampires.

The huge Louise Castle was quiet, and the blood races all fell into a peaceful sleep.The servants opened the door for the feast, and hid behind the door where the sun did not shine, so as not to avoid it.Yan's leg injury was still not healed, so he walked slowly, but he walked out of the castle slowly.The door also slowly closed.

Yan also hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and when it shines on his eyelids, he feels a little stinging.There is some inexplicable complexity in my heart.But he won't look back - he knows that even though he seems to be thinking so much about the duke that he shouldn't have, he must cut it off... He is a blood hunter, and he is a blood duke.The gap is hard to bridge.

The Duke stood behind the heavy curtains, quietly watching the boy's back getting smaller and smaller until he disappeared from sight.

Will stood behind the Duke, seeing this scene, he couldn't help but ask after all: "My lord, are you really letting him go like this?"

The Duke pulled the curtains tight and turned around, "Otherwise?"

His tone was light, but his breath was a little low, making it difficult for Will to guess his thoughts, so he closed his mouth and did not answer any more.

But he listened to the Duke's order: "Will, as before, follow him and protect him. If he is in danger, tell me immediately."

Will was startled, and immediately knelt down and responded, "Yes, Your Excellency the Duke!"

After finishing speaking, Will turned into a little bat, quickly flew out of the castle, and chased in the direction where Yan left.

The Duke went into the study, which was already filled with the smell of a feast.The Duke sat down on the sofa that Yan once leaned on, his wine-red dark eyes gleamed with soft nostalgia, "Yan..."

After Yan left Louise Castle, he rushed back to the Blood Hunting Association without delay.

Fogg came over after hearing the news, and after seeing the dusty but safe Yan, he hugged him excitedly, "Great, Yan! You're fine!"

Yan gave a "tsk" and pushed him impatiently, "Don't be so hypocritical." Although he was arrogant, he hugged Fogg back anyway, "I'm not dead yet."

Fogg let go, sat on the chair, let his legs rest well, and said to Fogg: "You find me a doctor, the injury on my leg is not healed yet."

"Okay!" Upon hearing this, Fogg had no choice but to suppress his words, and immediately went out to find a doctor.

Yan went into the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came out, the door was knocked hard and loudly, with rapid force, Yan frowned, walked over to open the door, but raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the person coming, " It's you." It was Felit who came.

When Felit first saw the steamy banquet wearing a bathrobe, his heart trembled, and his face turned red. However, he was not overwhelmed by the shy emotions, but said happily and worriedly: "I heard you're back, it's good to see you're fine."

Before he could finish speaking, Fogg arrived at the door with the invited doctor. Seeing the two standing at the door, they looked like they were confronting each other. He was slightly taken aback, "You... what are you doing?"

Yan glanced at him, turned and walked into the house, "Come in."

The three walked into the house, and the doctor took the lead to check the leg injury for Yan.

"The treatment and recovery are very good, and it will be fine if you rest for a while." The doctor changed his medicine and rewrapped the bandage, and said, "It seems that you have met a good man, Yan."

"Thank you." Yan and Fogg bid farewell to the doctor, closed the door, and turned to look at Felipe who was still sitting inside.

"What's the matter, Felicity?" Yan finally had time to ask the unexpected guest.

Felipe faltered and said: "I... just came to confirm whether you returned safely, nothing else, um."

"See now?" Yan said calmly, "If you have nothing to do, please leave, Fogg and I are going to discuss the mission."

"You still want to go on a mission now?" Felit almost cried out in surprise, suddenly realizing his gaffe, he racked his brains to explain, "No, I mean, your injury hasn't healed yet."

Yan gave him a weird look, and said, "We're talking about the mission in Vulcan City, Felix, I won't take on new missions until my injury heals."

Felit breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good," he said immediately afterwards, "I also participated in Vulcan City, why don't you let me join you?" He only dared to use his fists to cover up his intentions like the head boy.He has to take the initiative, yes, take the initiative.

The banquet didn't matter, and Falk began to narrate the follow-up of Vulcan:

"We sent Rhett back to the bishop safely, and we met Philett on the way back to the castle, so the three of us went back to find you, but when we got back, the whole castle was empty, and you were nowhere to be seen. .We waited for three days in Vulcan City, and we have been investigating your whereabouts, but we found nothing. So we returned to the association."

Yan nodded, "I see."

Felit suddenly said, ashamed and low, "Yan, I'm sorry, I left you and ran away at that time...I'm really not a man!" Afterwards, he was blown by the cold wind, and he immediately woke up, realizing that he What a cowardly move!These days, his heart has been eaten away by regret, and the pain is unbearable!

Yan looked at him and said, "You are not wrong, if it were me, I would do the same."

"Yan, how did you get out of trouble?" The most important question and the question they were most concerned about was finally asked by Falk.

Yan hesitated.What happened to him after that was really unbelievable—no one would believe that he, as a blood hunter, was actually rescued by the Duke of Blood, and he was still recuperating in his castle!As for why the Duke happened to appear at that time, the Duke has always kept it secret.

Falk saw his hesitation, so he smiled and said, "If you don't want to say something, then don't say it."

Yan was taken aback for a moment, and Fogg winked playfully at him, "After all, everyone has such a little secret, doesn't he?"

As long as Yan returned safely, everything else seemed less important in comparison.