The vicious supporting actress has been cleansed again

As night fell, thick fog filled the forest, and a girl in a dark purple dress stood in front of the eerie huge castle with an unpredictable expression.

The fluttering raindrops disappeared on the green lawn, and unknown shadows flashed faintly among the tall fir trees, sensitively and carefully spying on the human beings who were accidentally left alone.

The long black hair was wet by the rain, and it was tightly attached to the neck like satin. The sudden lightning illuminated the girl's face, which was delicate and unattractively beautiful.

Huarong gently shook her eyelashes, and crystal drops of water slid down her cheeks in an instant. Her face was extremely pale, but her lips were bright red, like a poisoned red rose.

The rain wet her little leather shoes, Huarong frowned in disgust, obviously hating this situation very much.

"Really annoying."

[If you hadn't thrown Lilian on the road, at least you wouldn't be in such a mess now. ]

Huarong scoffed disapprovingly, and spat out vicious words from her soft lips.

"I'm not Lei Feng, why should I give warmth to a person with bad intentions?"

Her voice was soft, and even when she was speaking unfeeling words, she didn't have the momentum to show her teeth and claws. On the contrary, she was more like a cat with a bad temper, doing whatever she wanted and being straightforward.

Whether you like it or dislike it, it is expressed directly and unabashedly.

This is actually not good, well-behaved and docile children will always win more favors, while rebellious and paranoid children are always abandoned.

But what does it matter?

Huarong herself is the supporting role script, what she has to do is to use her soft knife to carve out a deep existence in Cecilia's heart, such a heroic and arrogant game ending is her favorite game appearance.

Like, she's done it before.

The light flashed, and the girl's dark eyes sparkled, she bit her finger in satisfaction, her face was nervously rosy and weird.

Branches fell on the lawn, almost silently.

The strong smell of irises is mixed with the smell of rain, which is moist and lingering, as if someone stepped on a bunch of irises on a rainy day and stained the whole body with the smell.

In the gloomy forest night, iris does not give people a cold feeling, but brings a little softness.

Huarong turned her head and looked quietly at Cecilia wearing a black cloak, her eyes quickly lit up with joy, and she hung on the vampire with two quick steps.

"It's so slow, Sisi, I forgot my key."

I don't know when, Sisi became an intimate name between them, and the girl's warm body was embraced, lingering and sweet in the cold rainy night.

Cecilia's face, which was as cold as a marble sculpture, gradually softened, and she touched her beautifully drenched head, speechless; "You can go to the car and wait."

Huarong shook her head quickly, the look of anticipation on her face was sincere and pure.

"But I want Ceci to be the first person she sees when she comes home."

She is like a clingy kitten, she can only squat at the door of the house because the owner is not there, she is stupid, unwilling to take a step away even in the rain, she is wet, pitiful and cute.

Cecilia thought subconsciously, holding Huarong's hand and going into the house, and then can't move?

Turning her head, the girl pouted and kicked the lawn under her feet very childishly, and the splashed rainwater flew in all directions, her tone was unpleasant.

"But I don't want to walk around in this, it's dirty."

Huarong held Cecilia's fingers, and slightly tilted her right foot. The beautiful little leather shoes were stained with sewage, and the edges of the shoes were slightly stained, but it did not affect walking.

But the girl just wants to find something to do when she has nothing to do, and she willfully said speechless words.

Huarong's feet are very small, and she is indeed of Asian race. According to Asian shoe sizes, her feet are only a size 35 at most, and she looks small in small leather shoes.

She lifted her right foot, stretched her calf, trembling slightly because of her weak constitution, her thin white skin was more beautiful than the moonlight.

Cecilia was silent for two seconds when she thought of the feeling of her legs wrapped around her body.

"Then, do you want to walk in barefoot?"

Huarong immediately looked at the vampire angrily, shook the other's fingers unhappily, and commanded him unceremoniously.

"You carry me on your back. I've been standing for a long time, and my feet are numb."

The raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, and the darkness spread behind him. Huarong stood in the rain, with her small face up, looking at Cecilia complainingly and longingly.

She may not be as confident as she said, otherwise, how could she hold the hem of her skirt tightly.

Cecilia felt a soft heart, silently took off her cloak and hung it on her arm, squatted down, and picked up the delicate little workman.

The years of vampires are long and boring. The stained glass phantoms are erratic under the lights. Cecilia is carrying a person on her back through the long corridor.

In the past, there seemed to be such a person who, because he was too lazy to walk, leaned on his back like a bone and wanted to carry it home. Cheerful laughter spread throughout the castle.

Who is it?

Huarong was carried back to the room and placed on the bay window. The surface was very soft, and there were many plush dolls piled up there.

Cecilia lowered her head and saw her dragging her shoes slowly. Her short feet couldn't reach the floor. She suddenly felt a little itchy, so she pushed her hand obediently.

The girl fell down in surprise in an instant, surrounded by the piles of plush dolls, and Cecilia sneered a little when she sank.

"It's really small."

These plush toys are all requested by Huarong herself to be placed in the room, because she has always claimed that she is a delicate girl, and beautiful clothes and toys are essential.

"Hey, you just laughed at me, didn't you, too much."

With great difficulty, Huarong pushed away a plush bear that was taller than her, and leaned on the soft pillow to ask questions angrily.

Cecilia raised her eyebrows indifferently, and suddenly asked, "Did you go to the town today?"

Huarong didn't know why she asked this, but nodded obediently.

Cecilia was careless, lowered her head and began to pick up the cuffs of the skirt, revealing her slender wrists.

"I won't forbid you to meet other humans, but you know the rules of the castle."

Hua Rong: "Well, they all thought we had just moved here, so there was no doubt."

The red embroidered belt was uncovered and thrown casually on the carpet, very lonely.

Cecilia raised her chin, revealing her delicate collarbone, and the perfect depression could hold a handful of clear springs.

Soon, the belt was no longer lonely, and the layers of dresses fell on it, carrying a faint fragrance of iris.

Huarong looked at Cecilia without blinking until she saw those beautiful feet painted with red nail polish slowly approaching her. The fragrance of iris and the icy body enveloped her completely. Bubble enough to drown.

Huarong greedily put her face on the vampire's collarbone, feeling the familiar sting from her neck, she broke free from Cecilia's embrace for the first time, curled her mouth in the other's dissatisfaction, and spoke innocently.

"Oh, I forgot. I forgot Lilian on the road. It's raining so much."

Bright red meandered down from Bai Nen's neck, drawing chaotic flower branches on the girl's shoulders and chest. She smiled confusedly and arrogantly, as if she had planned it.

"Hey, Sisi, is it okay to throw her outside?"

There was a loud bang of thunder, and a bright white light flashed outside the window, tearing the sky apart.

With disheveled long hair and bloody red eyes, the dissatisfied vampire pulled him back angrily, rubbed his faded lipstick roughly, and closed it again.

"To shut up!"

Huarong laughed instantly so that her branches trembled.

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The author has something to say:

Huarong: Don't love me, I'm very good at it.