Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Oranos' dark blue eyes looked at the student under the stage for a while, and then he retracted them jokingly.

Francis was a little terrified of being stared at, and shrank his body, and Oranos took it all into his eyes.

After class, Francis was picking up the borrowed books. He put one hand on his shoulder, which scared Francis to look up, and hurriedly stuffed the books into the drawer.

"you you……"

"Ouranos." The other party presented his name unhurriedly, as if he hadn't seen the book Francis hid, and looked at Jane who raised her head on the seat, "You smell so strong, the whole section The classroom smells like you."

After hearing this sentence, Francis hid his wounded hand behind his back, smoothed his sleeves, and stammered, "Yes, is it? No, no."

"That guy Bastian is still sucking your blood?"

Francis was taken aback by the sudden and direct truth, and didn't know how to answer.It is school time now, there are not many people in the classroom, or they are all packing their schoolbags and leaving.

Oranos lifted Francis up, Francis had to follow in Oranos' footsteps, and was pushed into a sundry storage room in the classroom.

Francis was pushed to the ground, and before his aggrieved face could get scared, Oranos grabbed his bandaged hand with bite marks. "is it here?"

Francis looked horrified, and wanted to retract that hand, but couldn't pull it out. "Let go, let me go." The harder I tried, the more slender my arms felt like they were about to break.

Tears were dripping from the eyes, and Oranos couldn't help being curious, "Does Bastian like this kind of poor human being?"

Francis sniffled and wanted to tell him in a stronger tone, "Ba, Bastian, no, didn't I tell you not to bite me?" You don't mean anything, you big villain.

When the words came out, Oranos heard nothing but the soft sound of mosquitoes, only Vino's reminder, no warning effect.

"Why can Bastian drink your blood, but I can't?" Oranos grabbed the neck of the person who looked like a chick trying to puff on the ground, and pinched it in his hand without exerting any force of.

Francis was terrified, and his cold hands pressed against his soft neck, as if a needle was on his Achilles heel. "Don't, don't do this..."

"Why? Tell me." Oranos pinched Francis' arm with the other hand, and tore away the cloth gauze, only to see the dense bite holes on it, and the bruises left by the bite.

"What Bastian promised you, I can do the same." He said in a seductive tone.

Francis couldn't resist like a chicken, with tears streaming down his face, crying, "No, don't."

"Aside from saying no, what else would you say?" Oranos stared at the wound on his neck that was healing soon, pinched his neck bone, and tried to exert force.

In exchange for Francis's suffocated and pale little face, pale complexion, crystal black eyes, that pleading and terrified face.

The tears were still warm and fell on his fingers, wet.

Oranos suddenly seemed to know why Bastian defended the person in front of him so much.

It's really nice to cry.

It was like a rose with thin petals that was knocked down by the rain, pink and white, as if it was powerless to hang down.

It's like a lamb teasing on a chopping board, and it's as joyful as a game in your hands.

After watching for a while, the vampire's bright red lips stuck to Francis's pale cheek, slowly slipped down, and moved to the neck below his ears.

The snow-white neck was exposed under the short black hair.

Feel the trembling and fear of the prey in your hand, open your teeth to bite the fear——

Suddenly the neck was held by a cold hand, as if it was about to unleash the power to break it!A familiar face came into Oranos' sight.

The two fought like flying out!

Francis fell to the ground, crying so weakly that Bastian and Ouranos were fighting fiercely, and the entire storage room was about to be overturned by the two of them. When the cabinet collapsed, Bastian threw the Francis picked it up and took it out.

"Ouranos, you are farting when you think of me," Bastian said.

It was noon outside, and the bright sun's rays hit the eyes blindingly.

Oranos is not used to such a strong daylight, blocked the sun, squinted and looked at Bastian who was hugging the man who was going to be his belly just now, "Isn't he just a human being? Are you so angry?"

"He is mine, this is not the first time I've told you." Bastian gathered strength in his hands, and a beam of light that was different from the sun's light formed a cross shape under the palm of his hand.

Ouranos saw Jane in Bastian's arms, as if she had lost too much blood and was too weak, but he clearly never bit him.

"Has our friendship been eaten by dogs, Shi, you actually want to offend me for a human?" Oranos didn't finish his sentence, but was interrupted by the light in the opponent's hand.

Ouranos jumped aside, "Okay, okay, I won't touch him anymore, Shi, don't use the cross on me."

"Olanos, why did you transfer to our class?" Bastian was still a little puzzled.

"And you, why are you?" Ouranos had already jumped onto the roof, and he realized that the sun above his head was scorching his back at this moment.

Bastian: "Don't try to make trouble."

"I can't do anything except not touch your little lamb." After saying that, Ouranos jumped off the roof and disappeared from sight.

Gu Chenchen was picked up by Bastian, found a place to block the sun, put the person in his arms down, checked his body, and found that there were no more wounds.

Francis was lying on the ground. The boy's torso was wrapped in a gray sweater, and the sleeves of the light-colored shirt were exposed in his hands. The buttons of the coat had fallen out of place and were open.

Bastian leaned down, and Francis immediately struggled with his hands and feet, unable to push Bastian away.

"Ba, Bastian."

Letting the little lamb struggle in his arms, Bastian rubbed the tip of his teeth against his neck, he didn't know whether to bite or lick his neck, Francis was about to go crazy, and the other party pressed hard Looking at him, the head rested on his neck, biting up and down.

Tears welled up again, and I was so scared that I couldn't make a sound.

"No, I..." I'm going to die.Bastard.

Bastian's strength on him was heavier than anything he had done before. Francis pushed with his hands and feet together, but it didn't help. Don't let go.

Francis' head was rubbed against the ground, and the collar of his body was ripped off, exposing more neck skin, and he could even feel the sharpness of the other party's teeth passing through the flesh under the neck and scratching inside——

"No, Bastian..."

Grabbed Francis who was on the ground and pushed him against the wall. His neck was still bitten, and the vampire bit him on the shoulder. Francis was shaking and struggling, crying intermittently, terrified, unaware People thought they were experiencing something.

Francis's useless resistance under him, Bastian raised his jaw, and his teeth touched the edge of his jawbone, and Francis cried even more crazily.

"No, no, don't..."

"Francis," the other party called him in a low voice, but in Francis' ears, it sounded like a low and terrifying beast.

The twitching Francis was clamped against the wall and locked in his arms, crying heartbreakingly, "Francis," still a low voice.

Francis was weeping bitterly at the moment and didn't have any extra thoughts to remind him that this was the first time a vampire called his name, and he usually called him sweetheart, baby, and darling with a playful smile.

"Francis," Bastian pinched the other's drooping black hair, his lips were stained with blood, and gently kissed Francis' pale lips.

"I would love to turn you into a vampire too, Francis."

Bastian kissed the dry lips of the other party, and his eyes saw the closed and weeping eyes that were close at hand, and the eyelashes that were increasingly soaked black, slender and fragile.

"Keep you by my side, Francis." Turn you into a vampire so that you can stay by my side and no one can hurt you.

No, no, Francis' arm went numb after being clamped for a while.

"I like you," said the vampire in front of him, "I like you so much, Francis."

Francis shook his head in refusal, tears streaming down that face.

"I can't control myself, Francis." Bastian's eyelashes were also long, and they fell in front of his eyes, only looking at the person in his arms.The neck of the pregnant woman was scratched by the tips of teeth and bitten by ordinary people, and the white was tinged with traces of blood.

Sliding down his bosom, Francis picked it up like a rabbit, lowered his head and kissed his mouth again, "I didn't mean it,"

On Francis's soft face, Bastian's light-colored hair fell to the corners of his eyes.Francis slightly opened his hazy tearful eyes, and the other party closed his eyes, and gently put his palms against the back of his head against the wall, kissing him on his mouth like biting or playing an intimate game.