[Daji] Nine-tailed silver fox

With such a big incident in the hospital, people are panicking, as if it is the end of the world.In an instant, all kinds of rumors about the chubby director spread all over the hospital.All kinds of speculation are full of chatter for the little people after dinner.

Every time Si Nian heard such talk, he just laughed it off.

She was worried, would that person harm her favorite Charles?

It's better to go home earlier and tell him what that person said.

Charles, who leaned on the gorgeous sofa and sipped red wine, had a jade-like complexion and jewel-like eyes.

"Charles!" Si Nian pushed open the door and rushed into Charles' arms, raining pear blossoms.

"What's the matter? Si Nian." Charles put down his glass and spoke slowly, stroking her hair with his palm.

Si Nian unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the tooth marks of "him".

Charles was startled, and leaned over to sniff, the smell of decay and mildew, the smell of corpses and coffins, that unique dark feeling was left by him!

He still found it here!

Charles smiled and continued to play with Sinian's hair.

After hiding for so long, he still couldn't escape his pursuit.Now that he knew where he was, he felt relieved.

What should come will always come, no matter how you hide, you can't hide, this is probably fate, it is doom.

"There's nothing in the hospital right now?" Charles asked, trying to change the subject.

"The director in charge of this annual inspection was killed by that person, and the annual inspection has also been temporarily suspended. It should be fine. Find a chance, and I can modify the data." Si Nian wiped away his tears, kissed Charles, "I'm going to make dinner."

Charles smiled at Sinian, and sat down to taste the wine again.

"Who is he?" An Jin suddenly appeared beside Charles, swaying, grabbed the wine glass in his hand, and whispered with a charming smile.

Charles shook his head silently, took another glass by himself, poured the wine, and clinked glasses with An Jin.

"Cheers!"

"Do you think I don't know if you don't say anything?" An Jin held his hand, looking charmingly.

For some reason, Charles couldn't move, but felt trembling all over, as if he had returned to the ferry boat from Britain to the Qing Dynasty in 1864.

This year was Charles' first year in the army.

The negotiations between Her Majesty the Queen and the Qing government ended in failure, and the vast number of British soldiers and civilians were outraged. The Queen's government urgently needed to launch a war to calm the anger of the soldiers and civilians.

The brave and warlike Earl Dracula volunteered to join the battle and boarded the ferry called "Queen One" with a group of passionate young soldiers including Charles.

The young Charles, like his comrades, talked and laughed in the cabin, talking about ideals and ambitions, and the future of life.

"Your Earl!" Everyone suddenly stood up and saluted.

"Well, everyone, go ahead, I'm just here to inspect. Don't be restrained, please go ahead!" He said kindly, without airs.

Charles was secretly looking at the miraculous Lord Earl, but when he met his sudden look back, he smiled slightly and walked over.

"What's your name?" Count Dracula stared at him with deep and seductive eyes.

"Charles White, you can call me Charles, my lord." Charles replied respectfully.

"Charles? Well." Count Dracula looked at Charles and repeated his name.

The ferry was sailing on the vast and boundless Indian Ocean, with rough waves and howling sea wind.But it is rare to see the stars all over the sky, twinkling and shining like jewels.

"Charles White! My lord, please go to his room." His entourage shouted from the cabin, "Who is Charles White?"

"I, I am." Charles stood up, very uneasy in his heart. Could it be that he offended the Earl during the day?

"My lord, Charles White brought it to you." The attendant bowed and knocked on the door and said.

"Let him in! You all step back first." His voice was gentle yet solemn.

"Yes." Several followers responded and retreated.

"Charles White has seen the Earl." Charles knelt on one knee and saluted.

"Get up and sit down." The Earl helped him up and pushed him onto the chair next to him.

"Yes." Charles did not dare to refuse, and there was a force in the earl's tone that made people have to obey.

On the exquisitely carved table, there are delicious food and wine, and candlesticks are full.

Count Dracula poured the wine himself and handed it to Charles, "You don't have to restrain yourself, understand?"

His eyes were full of temptation, and his tone was gentle.

Charles was still a little cautious, holding the tall glass, staring at the Earl blankly.

"You look at me like this, how can I bear it?" The Earl suddenly grabbed Charles' arms, lifted him up effortlessly, and threw him onto the large, comfortable and gorgeous sofa beside him.

Charles was a little surprised, but he didn't dare to resist.

"That's it, don't resist, don't make a sound." Count Dracula murmured in Charles' ear, licking his ear with the tip of his tongue constantly.

Charles felt numb all over his body, but he didn't dare to make a sound, so he had to endure the pain.

"My lord..." Charles called him softly.

"Shh..." He whispered, and extinguished all the candles in the room with his palm, "Charles, how can you look at me like this, how embarrassing is it for me?"

Charles knew he couldn't resist, so he closed his eyes and acquiesced to all this.

His broad, perennial sword-hands brushed his cheeks, his neck, and dug into his tunic.His fiery lips wandered over every inch of Charles' skin, leaving indelible marks.

The sound of cloth being torn broke the temporary silence.

"Charles, don't seduce me..." Count Dracula leaned on Charles, knocked him down, and turned his back to himself, "Charles, don't seduce me..."

His pale fingertips ran across Charles' smooth back, leaving a trail of blood.

"Um... ah." Charles muffled.

Immediately, the Earl pressed Charles's hands, licking and sucking along the bloodstains with the tip of his tongue.

His psoas muscles are plump and sensitive.

Regardless of his tactful refusal, the earl's tongue continued to go down, down, down.

"Uh..." He whispered in a sleepy, mournful voice.

"Charles, from now on, you are mine, you are mine!" The Earl ran wildly in the newly opened territory, looking at the slightly haggard Charles with contented and proud eyes.

Charles finally opened his eyes. In the darkness, he couldn't see his expression clearly.His bare upper body was a little cold in the sea breeze.

"You are mine, Charles!" Earl Dracula pulled him up, locked his hands with one hand, pulled his cheek with the other, and kissed him fiercely.

"My lord..." Charles was gagged, unable to speak.

Caught off guard, Count Dracula bit his neck. Is it pain or pleasure?Charles couldn't tell.

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