Edward acted as if he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with that kiss at all. During the short time that Atlas was still in a daze, the pot full of spicy blood on the table had been snatched up, and even the only remaining A little scarlet soup was also patted by Emmett and drank it down.

Yate covered half of his face and was still dazed. It took him a while to stretch out his chopsticks. The chopsticks poked the bottom of the empty clay pot and made a ding sound before he came back to his senses.

The golden-eyed vampires at the table all looked at Art in embarrassment. Jasper smiled at him. The handsome vampire's smile always has a little bit of a smile on the faces of unfamiliar people. The taste of shyness, silence and gentleness, made people's heart throbbing, at least, Alice kissed him on the face.

Art was shocked when he held his chopsticks, his black eyes widened.

Alice put her arms around Jasper's neck without any scruples and showed a mischievous smile: "Art, your spicy blood is really good!"

Atlas secretly looked at Alice and Jasper, felt embarrassed again, hurriedly put aside, looked at Edward again, finally realized, put down the hand that was covering his face stupidly, and smiled: "Thank you , as long as you like it."

Esme smiled and said, "It would be even better if you are willing to teach me."

"Of course, I'd love to." Atlas stood up, pressed his chest in an exaggerated salute, and everyone at the table laughed.

It was a pleasant meal.

The boy who had traveled a long distance was obviously a little tired, so Carlisle asked Edward to take Art upstairs to rest.

As soon as Art left, the vampires in the living room laughed softly.

Alice sat sideways on Jasper's lap, and the tips of her short hair, which were always cocked in any direction, hopped and hopped as always, as enthusiastic and energetic as her person: "Oh, Edward should thank me .”

Jasper wiped her face with the tip of his nose, pampering her, not to mention just a little bad intention: "Yes, he is too impatient."

Rosalie frowned, obviously still brooding over the taste of food and still puzzled.

Carlisle put his hands under his jaw, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head with a smile: "Probably... just like we can taste the taste of blood, whether it is fresh, delicious, or rotten, all kinds of tastes , then, it’s not so unimaginable that our tongues can distinguish the taste of various seasonings. However, it’s a pity that no vampire has ever been willing to pay a little attention to this before, and we are always easy to be caught by the front Human experience blinds the eyes, no matter what."

"Oh? Does it mean that no vampire is willing to be a chef? Actually, this job is good." Emmett yelled, and the next moment, Rosalie gave her a contemptuous look.

"Anyway, we should welcome the lovely companion Edward has found, shouldn't we?" Esme leaned in and kissed Carlisle on the cheek.

Numerous vampires looked at each other, showing gratified and joyful smiles, including Rosalie who had always been lukewarm to Art—this was the first time in nearly a century that she had tasted the taste, and as a vampire, even Even now, she is still excited.

Emmett on the side looked at Rosalie's agitated expression, but her warm and hearty smile dimmed—she still hated her identity as a vampire, even after she found him.

Alice lightly changed her posture and sat in Jasper's arms, swinging her legs and said, "Oh, I will never see Edward sitting on the top of a tree alone again? That's a pity .”

All the vampires laughed lowly.

Although Edward's age has always remained at 17, he is actually more than 100 years old. This is not a short period of time in the young Karen family, and because of this, when everyone gradually found a partner At that time, Edward's loneliness made everyone feel uncomfortable.Especially Rosalie.

At first, Carlisle transformed her into a vampire in the hope that she would become Edward's mate.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Emmett always fights with Edward?You know, never underestimate the jealousy of a man.

Emmett squatted on the side and winked his eyes meaningfully: "Perhaps, you will see him on the bed? Oh, of course, he won't be alone."

The next moment, Jasper rushed over more quickly than Rosalie, and the two of them fought playfully, and Emmett, who was always belligerent, let out an excited cry.Esme looked upstairs, and said helplessly and dotingly: "Carlisle, shouldn't we tell them to keep their voices down?"

Carlisle smiled and put his arms around her waist, watching the scenes that happened every day with great interest, but, what was more rare was that the one who fought with Emmett was Jasper, who was always calm, not Edward.

"No, I believe that children have a sense of propriety." He raised his eyebrows and said this-obviously, Art was right, and Carlisle was far less kind and friendly than he seemed.

When Edward brought Art into the room, he realized that because he never expected Art's arrival, his room might not be so suitable for Art to live in.

Sure enough, Arthur let out an exclamation.

Edward's room faces south, so there is a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. When you look up, you can see the lush green forest that almost no one has set foot in. Some branches even reach out to the window and touch the glass.A meandering river passes through the dense forest. The mist on the river and the water vapor in the air merge together, blurring the vision, just like a stage with dry ice, completely dreamy.

Edward approached Art, who pressed his face against the French window. Although his body remained at the age of 17, the vampire's strength prevented him from being thin.He was tall and straight, and looked thin, but in fact his strong muscles were only covered by clothes.This made him feel as if he was holding his gentle circle in his arms once he got close to the real young Atlas.

In front of him was a vast and endless dense forest, and in front of him was the person he was thinking about. Edward lowered his head and watched Atlas's slightly flushed face excitedly. For a moment, his heart was filled with tenderness, satisfaction and comfort.The many emotions almost made him think that there was something long gone in his chest beating again.

At this moment, he really understood why Carlisle and the others looked at him with deep worry every time.

Without meeting that person, the already pale and empty life of a vampire is incomplete.

At that moment, Edward thought he would lower his head, suck Atlas's thin, translucent, and small earlobes in his mouth, suck gently, and then let out a satisfied sigh, but until Atlas moved back slightly Turning around, he realized that he didn't have one.

He should praise his own self-control, which is enough to make him proud.Edward thought so.

He folded his arms indiscriminately, put them on Arthur's waist, and leaned against the window with him without any difference, whispering: "Look, that's the Soleduk River. And that dense forest will extend all the way to the Olympia Mountains .”

"Speaking of which, Atlas, does your name come from Greek mythology? The eldest son of the violent sea god, the god who owns the city of Atlantis?"

"Oh, you also know?" Art wrinkled his nose, looked down at Edward's hand on his waist, and thought silently, Mom, I was not only kissed by a man, but also hugged by a man.

After being hugged and kissed again, Atlas felt that the self-defense his mother demanded had been almost destroyed, so he gave up on himself.

However, as a big man, being hugged so intimately by another big man, Arter was a bit unaccustomed to it, but he was too embarrassed to break free vigorously, so he turned around and naturally sat down on the only wide table in the room. A stunning black leather sofa.

Edward let go of his arm without hesitation, because, the next moment, he sat beside Art.

The ground is covered with a thick golden carpet, the soft fluff is heart-warming.Art looked at Edward, and Edward showed a "casual" expression. Art immediately kicked off his shoes cheerfully, and stepped his white and tender feet on the carpet—maybe it was a relationship of mixed race, he was much fairer than ordinary yellow people. More, of course, this kind of fairness is far worse than that of Edward and his family.

"But this is really not like the Chinese way of naming." Edward looked at Art's feet and leaned easily on the cushion of the sofa bed.

Art's complexion immediately turned bad, he glanced at Edward, and hummed: "Don't think I'll tell you my Chinese name, I hate that name."

Edward's eyes lit up, and Yate stood up quickly, looked at the door, then at Edward, obviously chasing the guest: "Edward, I think I'm a little tired, I need to rest first."

Edward's charming golden eyes met Art's dark eyes for a while, and he couldn't help but laugh, even a little embarrassed: "Actually, Art, this... is my room." Not the guest room.

Art: "..."

"I thought you wouldn't mind living with me." Edward blinked helplessly and rascally.

"I... don't mind." At the beginning, Art probably wouldn't have answered so hard, but now...

Seeing Edward leaning over again, looking at him so close with his bewitching golden amber pupils, Art found it difficult to answer this sentence, and even swallowed secretly saliva.

"Thank you. I've been looking forward to the life with you. No longer separated by a long distance, no longer untouchable, right here, you and I, Art." Edward showed a charming smile, using his deep voice The voice whispered softly, and the golden pupils were filled with emotions so thick that they could hardly flow.

After watching for a while, Art bowed and began to rummage through his suitcase, took out his pajamas and pajamas, and looked back at Edward.

Edward pointed in the direction: "The bathroom is over there."

Art thanked, took a look at Edward, and ran towards the bathroom quickly, holding his pajamas and pajamas and a pair of underwear hidden between the pajamas and pajamas, which was not used to.

Edward smiled and said nothing - with his eyesight, he could see everything clearly when Arter was rummaging through it, even the tiny panda-like black and white spots on the little underwear.

Of course, with his hearing ability, he could also hear the conversations of his brothers and sisters downstairs, especially their deliberate and secret discussions about whether he would follow into the bathroom or not.

These guys!He's not one of those nasty voyeurs, is he?In fact, if he really wanted to peep, he didn't have to follow up in the bathroom at all.Edward sneered in his heart, and then let out a low growl when he was inspired by the imagination Emmett deliberately created in his heart.

Emmett downstairs burst into laughter immediately.

Edward stood up in anger and embarrassment, took out a CD from a wall full of CD racks, and put it into an old-fashioned phonograph.After placing the probe, slow and brisk music flowed out, alleviating his restlessness when he heard Art running away, although the sound of his feet stepping on the thick golden carpet was so subtle and soft.

Damn it, his siblings' jokes, especially Emmett's messy imagination, made him really want to peep!Oh, such a wretched... unacceptable behavior for him!

Edward sat on the sofa, his hands clasped tightly, his face ugly.

And soon, the small and soft voice ran back again.

Atlas held his pajamas and pajamas and looked at him a little shyly, then looked at the French windows on the whole wall, and asked: "Hey, Edward, there is no such thing as the French windows on the whole wall in the bathroom, right? That...although your family lives in a deserted jungle, but, really, sometimes, you still have to pay attention to your privacy." Art tried his best to look serious.

Edward raised his head and smiled slowly: "Of course...not." He heard his brothers and sisters' restrained laughter when they caught Art's question because of the same tip of their ears, so Grinning his teeth, he added, "Don't worry, if there are those less sensible guys who want to do this, I will clean them up for you."

Emmett downstairs shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands to everyone, with a look of understanding: "It's just to cover up his hard-to-vent energy."

Edward's face stinks for an instant.

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