kiss the night

A comfortable hot bath made Yan Zhao soak in the bathtub unconsciously for a long time, until he felt a little hot all over his body and his mind became dizzy, so he braced himself up and climbed out of the bathtub.

Yan Zhao followed Si Qi, and had seen many good villas before. Although the decoration of Duke Laurentine's house was not resplendent, it still looked very valuable - there were a lot of antiques and old paintings here, from the walls From the tiles pasted on the ceiling to the faucet of the sink, everything has a sense of historical precipitation.

Laurentine...that Lord Duke must be well-informed and have unique taste.

Yan Zhao thought about this endlessly, and put on the pajamas brought by Gilbert, the milky white nightgown, the soft silk fabric hangs down to the calf, and the design of the cuffs and hem are very similar to those in European movies The ruffled folds that will appear make Yan Zhao somewhat uncomfortable.

He pushed open the door and went to the porch outside, and found that the whole villa had fallen into a dead silence, the headlights had been turned off, and only a few dim wall lamps were left shining like candles.

After leaving the warm bathroom, Yanzhao's body temperature didn't drop, it kept rising, making people confused in thinking and numb in hands and feet.

Yan Zhao thought, maybe it was because he was pushed into the water and caught cold, and then he started to have a fever, this time the fever was not light, Yan Zhao only felt smoke coming from his throat.

Thirsty, so thirsty, every cell in the body is clamoring for some fluid to replenish energy.

However, the Duke of Laurentine and Mr. Gilbert have helped him a lot tonight. It is already past midnight, and they must have fallen asleep. Yan Zhao is unwilling to cause trouble for them, so he leans on the wall and borrows Under the dim light, he moved downstairs bit by bit, trying to find a glass of water for himself.

Yan Zhao's movements were very light. When he came downstairs, he found that his vision in the dark seemed to be better than he imagined. Even though the room was not turned on, he still saw an exquisite white porcelain teapot there. In addition, there are small cups neatly stacked beside them, which look very clean.

If it was normal, Yan Zhao would rather survive the night by himself than touch other people's things, but today he was so thirsty that he poured out the water in the teapot by some strange accident, and then drank it in one gulp go down.

One cup is too little, two cups are still not enough, Yan Zhao raised the hand holding the teapot three or four times, the dryness of his throat still did not seem to be relieved, what made him even more unbearable was that the hunger came back again, Let Yan Zhao fall into pain.

He was in pain, and suddenly heard a voice that seemed human but not human, the sound was not loud, it was like the sound of wind blowing through the corridor, and it was like a woman crying.

Yan Zhao frowned, he instinctively followed the sound and walked over.

In front of him is an open door, Yan Zhao seems to be in the clouds, and the scene in his vision has also become a double image: the man's broad shoulders can be vaguely glimpsed through the crack of the door, and a man with blurred eyes lying on his shoulders The woman with big wavy hair let out groans and groans of pain and joy. She grabbed the man's arm and beat it vigorously, but she couldn't shake the sculptural man by half.

This is……

Yan Zhao's eyes widened, even the hunger in his abdominal cavity disappeared at this moment, his eyes could only accommodate the man and woman, this was the first time he encountered such absurd things in his 18 years of life Haru, Gong... Maybe, are they doing that kind of thing?But why did the woman's expression look more and more painful?

Just when Yan Zhao was in a trance, suddenly, the man with his back turned his head, a pair of scarlet eyes cut through the air like sharp blades and scratched Yan Zhao's face, his open mouth... Passed out in a second.

He didn't fall to the ground, but was picked up by Laurentine into his arms.

No one could see clearly how he got from the bed to the door, but the woman named Catherine in the room fell to the floor with a "boom" because there was no support point.

If it weren't for the rising and falling of her chest, she would have seemed dead.

Gilbert appeared at the door of the room, looked around, and lowered his head: "This subordinate is negligent." He reached out to take Yan Zhao over, but Laurentine avoided him.

"Differentiation fever." Laurentine said, his eyes had returned to normal blue, and his clothes were smooth, as if he wasn't the one who was entangled with the woman just now.Laurenting hugged Yan Zhao horizontally, as easily as he was hugging a milk cat. He looked at the boy in his arms, saw his eyebrows wrinkled in pain, and told Gilbert: "Give him some Come eat."

"Yes." Gilbert never had any objection to His Royal Highness's orders. He looked at the woman lying on the carpet, "Your Highness, Miss Catherine..."

"Shut up, I don't want to deal with her right now."

"Yes."

Red Moon Manor is still immersed in the thick and peaceful moonlight. Everything about this villa will not be known to outsiders. It is absurd like a drama, but this legendary race does exist and has survived for thousands of years. For a long time, it seems that from the moment God was born, the devil was also born.

Yan Zhao didn't pass out for a long time, because he was soon awakened by the pain from all over his body. It felt like someone was hitting his limbs, every muscle and bone, and every blood vessel with a hammer.

"My child, drink it." Someone whispered in his ear.

Yan Zhao couldn't see the man's face clearly, nor could he hear what he said, but felt that the voice was like prayer and temptation, with an irresistible magic power.

"What's that?" Yan Zhao asked in a confused voice.

Laurentine brought the goblet containing the blood-red liquid close to his lips, and said flatly, "Food."

"food……"

The moment Yan Zhao opened his lips, a sweet liquid flowed into his throat and into his stomach with warmth, which made his stomach, which was already so painful and almost convulsed, feel comfortable.

From being fed in his arms to sitting up, the boy took the initiative to grab the cup and licked all the liquid in his mouth. He was like a greedy little beast, wanting to swallow the delicious food he tasted for the first time in his life Into the stomach, not a drop fell.

Laurentine let him snatch the cup from his own hand, and looked at the boy in his arms with interest. From his angle, he could just see a little bit of the boy's black hair, curly eyelashes, and blood-stained eyes. Full and seductive red lips... No new student can resist instinct, it is something engraved on their soul.

No matter how kind and gentle a rabbit is, it will show its fangs because of hunger.

What a poor rabbit, what a cute little tooth.

Laurentine, who was in a not-so-good mood, got better almost instantly. Maybe he had lived too long. Seeing such a beautiful child for a long time made him feel a little younger. He thought , If the time and place were not inappropriate, he really wanted to laugh and stand up, and dance with the child in front of him.

"More." Yan Zhao was not satisfied with the little blood in the cup, he frowned, and looked at Laurentine with a pair of round eyes, in his pair of dark eyes, a dark red faintly appeared.

Laurentine took the empty cup in his hand with a smile. In the next second, Gilbert brought a new cup of blood with great discernment.Yanzhao's eyes lit up, he grabbed the goblet and drank it down in one gulp, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and his cheeks became flushed, as if he was drunk.

"More." He said.

Laurentine took the cup from his hand and threw it back to Gilbert, stopping Yan Zhao's hand that was still about to grab the cup: "Eating too much before going to bed can lead to indigestion."

The boy on the bed showed a pitiful expression and muttered, "I can't get enough to eat..."

"what?"

Yan Zhao's voice was too low for Laurentine to hear clearly.

But a full meal made Yan Zhao feel drowsy, and he closed his eyes on Laurenting's arm and fell into a deep sleep.

Gilbert stood aside, watching His Royal Highness put the boy on the pillow, tucked the corner of the quilt for him himself, pulled up several gauze curtains around the bed, and then walked out of the room.

"Your Highness." He closed the door behind, "This boy..."

"You and I have already heard that Eastern vampires have always paid more attention to the inheritance of blood than us." Laurentine interrupted Gilbert, "What is the possibility of such a pure blood wandering outside alone?"

Gilbert followed behind him thoughtfully: "Your Highness means that there is something hidden behind this boy's life experience."

Laurentine was noncommittal, he just shook his head: "We have very little contact with the Eastern Continent, and the matter behind it is another matter, but I remember that old man said that the fangs were in the eastern sky for a moment Maybe... we should also take this opportunity to understand clearly."

"Yes." With Gilbert's low voice, the villa fell into silence again.

Yan Zhao fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up, the surroundings were still pitch black. If it wasn't for the sunlight slipping in through the cracks in the bed curtain, Yan Zhao almost thought it would still be night.

He lifted the corner of the bed curtain, leaned on the big soft bed and recalled what happened before. His memory seemed to only stay at the moment when he went downstairs to drink water, and then he seemed to hear something... The memory behind him became more and more fragmented and blurred. It seemed that he saw a charming woman. In Duke Laurentine's room, there were no more details. It seemed that he had fallen into a deep anesthesia, and he was oblivious to what was happening around him.

There was a knock on the door.

Yan Zhao said "Come in", and Gilbert brought the food up with a plate.

Yanzhao has always been the only one who served others for dinner. How could he be treated like this before? Yanzhao was flattered and quickly got up from the bed to thank: "Sir, you don't have to be so polite, I will be leaving soon."

"This is Mr. Duke's order." Gilbert had no expression on his face. After finishing the plate, he poured Yan Zhao another glass of red drink.

"This is……?"

"It's strawberry juice. Strawberries are abundant on the farm."