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Shen Mo raised his head, tiptoed and reached out to touch the man's cold lips, "Selter, Slovak said that every blood race has its own coffin, why don't I?"

The atmosphere around him changed instantly, the man raised his eyes, the color of the blood sample approached and locked him, "Wei, don't try to leave me."

Uncontrollable fear welled up spontaneously, Shen Mo shrank his shoulders involuntarily, pursed his lips, and stopped talking.

For the blood race, at the moment of sunrise, they will definitely lie in their coffins and close the lid to sleep. Although the brilliance outside is not as hot as the midday heat, it can destroy their physical bodies.

So in a day, what they hate most is the moment when the sun rises, and what they look forward to most is when the sun sets and the setting sun fills the sky.

The duke's coffin has a lot of space and is luxuriously furnished, and it won't be crowded if two people lie side by side, but Shen Mo has never lay side by side with him.

Because he had been placed on Celt the whole time, hands and feet intertwined, the only position between them.

Days passed, Silent was used to being held in Celt's arms and drank thick red stuff, and the first thing he saw when he woke up from sleep was his pair of longing red eyes.

In July, the sun was the most glaring and hot. Mo Mo leaned over to the window and stretched out his hand to catch the crow on the branch. The back of his hand was burning. He looked down and found smoke coming from the back of his hand. His expression was slightly astonished until the curtain reached being pulled up.

Looking up at the vampire who didn't know when to appear, silence allowed himself to calm down, "Selter, can I never see the sun again?"

Selt's cold hands covered the boy's burned back, and the scorched skin recovered in a short while. He carried the boy into the coffin, and his soft voice revealed a trace of anger, "Wei, you shouldn't have come out."

Shen Mo moved into the coffin, stared at Celt calmly, and motioned for him to lie in too.

Until the familiar breath of death enveloped him, he sighed silently and comfortably, and climbed onto Celt, wrapping his arms around him, like a confused child who wanted to get some comfort from his father.

He couldn't tell whether it was the coexistence of blood or what the reason was. His sense of dependence on this vampire became stronger every day. If he didn't see it for a while, he couldn't help but want to look for it.

The man holding him didn't have a warm temperature, but it was enough to make him feel at ease. His silent lips parted slightly showing sharp teeth, and his dark eyes gradually turned red. He bit Selt's lips, savoring the oozing Blood, he murmured softly, a little annoyed and a little helpless.

"Selter, you are amazing."

Give me new life so I can only get used to you.

The Duke fiddled with the boy's soft hair, slowly raised the corners of his pale lips, and stretched out his tongue to search his mouth.

The extreme cold is more suitable for him than the scorching sun. Silence put Celt's fingers in his mouth and licked them one by one. He couldn't help but want to touch this kind of coldness.

"Wei, you're hungry." Celt sent his neck over, reaching into his clothes and stroking his cold and smooth back.

Shen Mo swallowed, released Celt's fingers, and threw them at his neck.

They would talk, hug, kiss, and make love in the coffin, enjoying the dark stillness and the mere physical encounter.

Until it was almost dusk and a new day came.

On this day, the blood clan held a wedding. In the deep forest, green wine glasses were placed on the wooden dining table. In the candlelight, the bright red blood exuded a seductive smell.

It was the woman Shen Mo had seen on the streets of London. Sitting on a bamboo chair, he watched the beautiful woman holding Elder Longweta's arm and stepping on the red carpet amidst the gentle symphony and the applause of the vampires. The rug stands in front of the four-tiered cake.

White crystals, blood-red roses, the smiling face of a woman, under the moonlight, the blood race witnesses the happiness of the couple.

There was a cool touch on the ring finger, silently bowed his head, raised his hand to look at the ring with simple carvings, which seemed to be old, and curled the corners of his lips, "Mr. Selt, did you forget which link?" , raised the man's chin in a funny way, and slightly raised his cheerful tone, "For example, a marriage proposal?"

The man tied his black hair into a bunch today and put it behind his head, which made him even more charming.

The Duke leaned back, with his back against the bamboo chair, his lazy and deep voice revealing a trace of tenderness, he looked at his little companion, "Wei, the other half of my coffin belongs to you, and my blood is also divided Give it to you, if possible, I would also like to give you my heart, this kind of me..." Celt wrapped the boy airtightly in the cloak, and lightly smiled against his forehead, "Will you reject me?" ?”

Put your hands on his shoulders, pull him down, and slowly move over silently.

"will not."