Chapter 807 The little princess and her vampire empire (115)

"He indulges his desire for you while refusing to accept you. Afterwards, he treats you with a condescending attitude. What do you think he wants to do? God knows what he wants to do. I'm afraid he doesn't even know what he is doing.

What do you want?"

Edgar grabbed her, unknowingly tightening his fingers tighter and tighter, just touching her wound.

"It hurts," Jiaoyang frowned, like a kitten, feeling aggrieved and yelling in slight pain.

Edgar was stunned for a moment, and when he saw his hand that he had unconsciously exerted force on, he quickly took a step back and let go.

"I'm sorry." He apologized.

"It hurts Edgar."

Jiaoyang looked at the blond vampire, her eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and she shouted again.

Edgar looked at her and couldn't help but hold his breath.

At that moment, looking at her helpless and sad face, he seemed to understand.

Perhaps she felt pain not only in her injured body, but also in her heart that was constantly being hurt.

In fact, how could Jiaoyang not understand what Edgar said and Edgar's uncertain attitude towards her? It's just that the person who is loved is always lashing the whip, and the person who loves, no matter how painful it is

, I can only bear it silently.

Edgar felt a little breathless.

"Help me."

Jiaoyang twitched the corner of her mouth and showed a pale smile. She struggled to grab Edgar's arm: "Let me stop being in so much pain, okay?"

Edgar was silent for a while, then helped her sit down on the edge of the bed, motioning for her to lean down and lie half on the bed.

Edgar took off her coat, and he, one of the five great vampire generals, actually became her personal doctor.

Edgar smiled bitterly in his heart.

But then, the mottled wounds left on her fair skin made his face suddenly sink.

Adel is crazy. He is really crazy.

As a vampire, he wantonly hurts the body of a weak human being, completely letting himself go out of control, regardless of the other person's body, and without restraint. If this continues, Sheng Jiaoyang may really be tortured to death by him.

Edgar frowned and put his hand on her wound. Soon the marks gradually faded away and the skin returned to smooth as before.

“It’s really amazing.”

Jiaoyang smiled: "So, I still prefer the body of a vampire. If only one day, I could become a vampire."

Edgar looked at her silently, his slightly pursed lips looking a little cute.

"Thank you, Edgar."

Jiaoyang narrowed her eyes, "Fortunately you are here."

Edgar lowered his eyes, "It doesn't hurt now, does it?"

"Yes, the pain should be gone now," Jiaoyang twitched her lips, feeling helpless, sad, and a little confused.

She leaned on the bed, her skirt was still unzipped from her shoulders and fell to her arms, but she seemed to be unconscious and looked at the ceiling with a broken look.

"But why, I still feel so painful."

Edgar looked at her with gentle and pitying eyes.

"Lord Edgar, if it's the pain in my heart, isn't it true that even you can't cure it?"

Edgar said nothing.

It was just that under Jiaoyang's innocent eyes, he gradually lowered his head and began to undo the belt around his waist. The buckle was loosened, and then he fell to the ground with a "clack" in front of her surprised gaze.

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Chapter completed!