It was night, and the candles in many places in the manor were extinguished one by one. Many of the servants had completed their work and entered the room, and the manor became quiet.

The night is quiet, but it is the most concentrating. When the self-ringing clock on the wall rang, Zongque stopped what he was doing, picked up the candlestick and left the study.

He finished a little late tonight, but the manor became quiet earlier tonight.

Zongque opened the door to his room. The heavy door made no sound on the carpet. The candlestick in his hand illuminated a corner of the room. Zongque put it in front of the closet and changed clothes. The clothes rubbed against each other, but there was a sound in the room.

There were other slight movements.

Zongque stopped what he was doing and looked at the somewhat dark bed. He usually used gray sheets. He couldn't see clearly under the candlelight, but he could see some arcs.

Recommend your own pillow mat.

Since he came to this manor, it’s not that no one has thought about it, but he has learned from the past, and most of the people working here now are just for the salary.

Ordinary people have a difficult life, and the fate of servants who are driven out by their masters is even more miserable. It is right to want to climb up, but it should not be done in this way. After the warning is ineffective, there will be no humane feelings at all.

Zongque buttoned his clothes again, picked up the candlestick and walked towards the bed.

The big gray bed gradually became clearer, and the originally flat quilt on it was gathered into a human shape, with some golden hair exposed on it.

Zongque's breath was heavy, and when he was about to turn around and open the door to call someone, the quilt was gently pulled down by slender fingers, revealing the young man's moist eyes and crimson cheeks.

His eyes touched, and he loosened the corner of the quilt as if he was frightened, and buried his cheek in it again.

Zongque paused, deducing the other party's script, and now it was probably the time when the other party felt that he could suck blood.

He placed the candlestick at the head of the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down the quilt and asked, "Why are you here?"

The young man was caught off guard and exposed in the dim candlelight, his watery eyes flashing slightly, and his hands sliding down his sleeves grabbed the corner of the quilt that had been pulled down.

His hair was messy, but he was only wearing a very light shirt. Because the clothes didn't fit him well and he was lying down, his very beautiful neck was exposed. It was stained with water vapor and seemed to be filled with the fragrance of flowers, which made it difficult to hold on to him.

The horned boy is like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. You only need to gently pull the ribbon to get it.

"The housekeeper asked me to come..." Joel said softly, looking at the man sitting beside the bed.

With just a little hint, the housekeeper prepared the aromatherapy for his bath. Those ambiguous actions were enough to make everyone think it was time for them to take this step.

Zongque looked straight at him. The young man on the bed was very beautiful. He seemed to know how to show his most beautiful and vulnerable side, making people feel pity and destructive desire for him.

Such a direct and direct gaze made Joel feel a little uneasy when meeting it, because it was not mixed with the emotions that he hoped and didn't want. It was strange that he could never figure out this person's emotions, and his thinking was always unclear.

It's very different from others.

Zongque looked at his slightly tight fingers, stretched out his hand to pull his collar and said, "I told you, you don't have to do such a thing."

Joel's eyes widened, and when the man was about to stand up, he held his hand, met the man's gaze and said, "Aren't you interested in me?"

"Do you want me to be interested in you?" Zongque glanced at the hand on his wrist and said.

Joel estimated his thousands of reactions, but he didn't expect this one. He blinked lightly: "I just..."

"Did the housekeeper ask you to come?" Zongque asked.

Joel held his wrist tightly, his eyes trembled slightly and said, "I came here myself."

It was difficult for him to lie in front of this person. He always looked at him with a calm expression, as if he could see through his little thoughts at a glance.

"For what?" Zongque looked at him and asked.

"Because of me..." Joel held his wrist tightly, opened his eyes slightly and said, "Isn't this the reason why you bought me?"

Because of what, because of blood, but if this person willingly offers blood, will he really be excited when he sees this person's surprised look?

"So if someone takes a picture of you, you will dress like this and lie on someone else's bed?" Zongque looked at the young man who suddenly turned around and asked, "Is it possible?"

Joel's heart tightened when he met his dark eyes. At that moment, he felt inexplicably that this person seemed unhappy. He should have been happy for this, but he was a little nervous: "No..."

In the past, he didn't have to spend so much effort when looking for fun things. Some humans would be impatient to make him lose interest directly, while others would be hypocritical and want to play a love game with him. They would be like gentlemen, not

Overstepping the rules, but reaching the same goal through different paths, what he enjoys is conquest and domestication, and he has seen too many of those inferior methods among the vampires. Many vampires tame their prey in this way, and he is not interested in it either.

There are many stories about human beings, but many of them are very interesting to watch, but they cannot sustain their interest for even an hour when they are in the midst of them.

This person was the only one that interested him. Because he couldn't see through it and was frustrated every time, he became very interested.

But it seemed that it was more than just that. This person always gave him a sense of indulgence that he had seen through his tricks but still allowed him to play.

"No matter what the reason is, don't do such a thing." Zongque took out his hand and said, "Go back."

"I didn't!" Joel stood up and grabbed the hem of his clothes. He looked at the man's eyes and said softly, "I really didn't..."

He likes to find some fun in his tasteless life and wants to taste the best blood, but his forbearance and the fact that he puts himself here in this sacrificial posture are not just for those two reasons.

He coveted this human being and looked forward to being in close contact with him, not just for fun.

"I...I like you very much." Joel looked up at him and said, the tightening of his heart seemed to relax at that moment. He didn't want to see this man's disappointed look.

It's a strange and bad feeling, but it doesn't feel bad.

Zongque looked at the nervous look in the young man's eyes as he sat up. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up his scattered collar, fastened his buttons and said, "Where are your own clothes?"

"It was taken away after I changed it." Joel looked at his fingers and his eyes fell on his face, "Do you want me to go back?"

"How many people know you are coming?" Zongque asked.

"Everyone..." Joel whispered.

He originally planned to suck the blood first and then kidnap someone tonight if he succeeded in seducing him, but it turned out that this person didn't follow his ideas every step of the way, which made him feel a little guilty, although he didn't know why.

But this human being can defeat him even more than those vampire hunters.

Zongque straightened his collar, looked at him and said, "Sleep here tonight and go out tomorrow morning."

If he were not a servant and climbed into bed without permission but failed, he would probably be secretly ridiculed by many people.

If it were not him but someone else, he could be sent out of the manor, but the vampire in front of him would not be able to get out. If he was ridiculed, this manor might become the territory of the vampire.

Of course, Joel understood what he meant. This person's attitude towards others always seems to be a little different when it comes to him: "Then what do we mean by this?"

Zongque raised his eyes and looked at him. He was also thinking about this issue. He was waiting for the other party to show his true face and be able to talk, but many things were not just because he was a vampire.

Even if he changes his body and has new memories, this person is still the same person. He needs to recognize it again, but it cannot be completely separated.

"Love." Zongque looked at him and said.

Joel's eyes froze, and his whole body seemed to stiffen for a moment. His mind went blank, and his breathing and heart stopped. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't seem to know what to say.

in love?!

Because of this answer, a very strange but very comfortable sweetness surged up in my mouth and heart.

Love is a human emotion.

He is a vampire, and it is rumored that he can fall in love with humans... It's not impossible.

"What is the process of falling in love?" Joel thinks that according to human love, they like each other and can go to bed, but this person's opinion may be different from others.

Zongque thought: "The process of understanding each other, cultivating feelings, and getting along with each other."

"Break-in? Do we still need to run-in?" Joel felt that this person really lived up to his expectations.

"Need." Zongque said, "I don't fully understand you yet."

This vampire's interest had reached a level that he couldn't understand.

"I feel the same for you." Joel said subconsciously.

Perfect, they just need to be adjusted.

"Go to sleep." Zongque stood up, picked up the candlestick again and walked to the closet.

Joel watched him open the cupboard door and take off his clothes, and his teeth felt a little itchy.

According to the habits of many vampires, just by looking at a few points of interest on the surface, you can get them into bed.

Although he didn't think much of the greedy food of those low-level vampires, but according to this man's thinking, they probably wouldn't be able to sleep with them for three to five years.

Joel's eyes fell on the man's hand pulling down the hem of his clothes, and he felt that it was possible.

The other party dared to fall in love with him without knowing who he was. I have to say that his courage was commendable.

Zongque came back with the candlestick, and what he saw was the young man's eyes shining brightly under the light.

That kind of emotion means that he wants to become a monster.

Zongque sat by the bed, pulled up the quilt and said, "Go to bed early."

Joel looked at the man half-lying next to him, turned around slightly and lay on his pillow and said, "Is this the only way to sleep?"

Although his clothes were buttoned up, the collar was a little wide. Because of this action, Zongque could be seen clearly from this angle.

Just when Joel noticed that his gaze lifted his cheeks and smiled, he saw the man retract his gaze, extinguished the candle and said, "Just sleep like this."

He is indifferent and has no regard for the beauty of the vampires at all!

It was dark inside the room, and Zongque couldn't see anything for a moment, but Joel's sight was not obstructed in any way. He looked at the man's closed eyes and puffed his cheeks: "Then how to cultivate feelings?"

Don't humans say that all male creatures think with their lower bodies? When a man and a woman are alone in the same room, he can hardly control the feeling of sucking blood, but this man is actually able to sleep peacefully.

Where should the vampire family put their face?

Zongque opened his eyes and asked, "How do you want to cultivate him?"

"When you're in love, you can't sleep with each other," Joel said.

Human lovers hug each other and sleep together, but this person just threw him aside like this?

"Do you really want to hold her?" Zongque asked.

He needs sleep, but the vampire next to him doesn't. His energy is always very good, and he can't sit still even after reading for a while. It's his own fault to let him lie in his arms all night.

"Hmm..." Joel responded.

Zongque took a deep breath, turned over, held the boy's shoulders and brought him into his arms: "Go to sleep."

The warm breath was close to the tip of his nose, and Joel's whole body was wrapped in this breath. It was obviously the same as the breath he sniffed when he sneaked into this room, but his mood was a little different.

A little happy.

The person in his arms remained motionless for a long time. Zongque's breathing gradually became heavier, but he suddenly noticed a slight movement in his arms. He quietly moved up and stopped when the pillow next to him sank slightly.

As he gradually adapted to the room, there was no breath approaching, but there was a slightly dark shadow. Zongque kept breathing steadily, and a soft touch suddenly touched his lips.

Although he tried it once, he still had no idea about it. He just touched it, licked his lips, and rubbed it again. A small excited murmur came from late at night: "You still want to sleep like this, you think so well...

…”

It was okay for him to just touch his lips, but he seemed to be unable to suppress the feeling of sucking blood. The fangs slightly rubbed against Zongque's lower lip. It didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy, but the owner of the fangs didn't notice it at all.

After a long breath, the kiss fell on the chin and stayed on the side of the neck.

"I don't know when you will go to bed with me..." Joel's fangs stayed on the side of his neck. The blood here was extremely rich, which particularly stimulated his appetite, but there was another desire that made him want to touch it with his lips.

One touch.

"I'm just going to taste the outside taste. I won't suck blood." Joel's Adam's apple moved slightly, but when he was about to touch it, the hand that was originally around his waist suddenly held his cheek.

"What are you doing?" A slightly sleepy voice came from above.

Joel's heart tightened. He lifted his cheek and raised his eyes to meet the man's open eyes. He closed his mouth and retracted his fangs. He was actually a little lucky that the other party couldn't see small things in such a dark night: "I didn't do anything..."

How should he explain? How much did the other party just hear?

If the other party knew that he was a vampire, there might be fear or disgust for him in his eyes, or he might pray to him for immortality.

Zongque could feel the stiff body in his arms and knew that if he wanted to sleep now, he had to calm down the person in his arms.

Joel's chin was gently lifted, and when he was confused, he noticed the approach of the other person's breath, and then his lips were kissed softly, his eyes widened, and there seemed to be the sound of the other person's heartbeat in his ears, interpreting this person's personality one by one.

vitality.

It was obviously a touch of lips, but it felt completely different from the feeling of him coming up to her.

Zongque's hands clasped his neck and deepened the kiss when the boy opened his mouth in surprise.

Joel's fingers tightened slightly, and his originally wide eyes narrowed slightly. This was a completely different feeling from sucking blood. He...he liked it so much.

After parting the kiss, Zongque brushed the corners of his slightly moist lips, hugged him into his arms and said, "Be good, don't bother."

"Well..." Joel was held in his arms and responded in a nasal voice, but his mind was still blank.

He felt as if he was about to be eaten just now, but the feeling of floating in the clouds made him feel better than all the fun he had found.

It turns out that human kissing is not limited to lip-to-lip, but a deeper communication.

He had no interest in human communication before, and all the vampires showed him were venting communication, and then biting the necks of their prey when they were addicted to it.

It looked very repetitive and boring, and it didn't pique his interest at all.

But it's different now, he has found new fun.

"Abram, do it again..." Joel said to his lips when he came back to his senses.

Listening to the undisguised interest in his words, Zongque felt as if a certain switch had been turned on in him: "Joel, be restrained."

"Of course you have to do happy things all the time, why do you have to be in moderation?" Joel pressed his lips to his, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the feeling he had just now.

"Do you want to go out?" Zongque pinched the back of his neck and asked.

Joel snorted softly, put his arms around his neck and said, "Just once, I promise to sleep well."

There was a soft breath in the darkness, like a helpless sigh. The next moment, the back of his neck was clasped, and he was greeted with the kind of deep kiss that made him obsessed. The arms around him tightened, allowing the deep kiss to continue.

long time.

When the kiss broke apart, Joel's mind went blank again, but he felt the rise and fall of the chest next to him and heard the slightly heavy breathing in the middle of the night.

With his body embraced, Joel put his head on the man's chest and heard the heavy heartbeat there. The blood in the air was much richer and sweeter than before.

This is how humans react when they are emotional.

But he seemed to like the sound of this person's heartbeat when he was emotional more than his blood.

"Go to sleep." Zongque calmed his breathing.

Joel responded softly: "Yeah."

Although he felt that he could kiss for a little longer, he also knew that he had better keep his word at this time, otherwise this person would really dare to kick him out of the room.

In the past, if anyone dared to kick him out, that person would never see the sun the next day. But seeing that this person was his favorite human being and that he had found new fun, he decided to forgive this person.

Unreasonable behavior.

[Host, are you not afraid that he will bring the Millennium Corpse Virus this time?] 1314 asked curiously.

Zongque's thoughts were clear again, he was silent for a moment and said: [Help me check it.]

[There is a charge.] 1314 said.

So the host doesn't care, but forgets?

【Yeah.】Zongque responded.

The system billed successfully, finally rising from a small waste system, and I hurriedly went to test: [The 1314 system reports the test results for you. This test costs one thousand star coins. There are no harmful viruses. Saliva has the power to quickly heal human wounds.

It takes effect in one second, take it regularly...]

[That’s it.] Zongque stopped the system from adding fuel to the fire and closed his eyes.

It's already very late at night, I won't get enough sleep if I don't sleep.

[Well, it’s really good for physical and mental health.] 1314 said.

Zongque raised his eyebrows slightly and asked: [Does the original world have a reporting system function? 】

[No, of course not, how could it have such a function?!] 1314’s mechanical voice was filled with anxiety.

Another mechanical voice sounded in Zongque's mind: [Are you sure you want to report the 1314 system? Please describe the situation you encountered truthfully. We will punish the system as appropriate, including but not limited to cleaning the data, replacing the core, and re-education

, returned to the factory for remanufacturing. If the facts you fabricate exceed the standard, the host will be punished, including but not limited to deduction of star coins...]

The system voice was very straightforward, and 1314 suddenly became as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: [Host, I will never talk nonsense again!]

How can ordinary people think of the reporting system? Aren't they afraid of collusion and collusion among them?

[Don’t report.] Zongque said.

The voice that was still broadcasting disappeared, and a voice sounded in Zongque's mind: [Hangji, thank you host.]

It doesn't have such a ruthless host!

[Under what circumstances will it be returned to the factory for remanufacturing?] Zongque asked.

[Dear host, generally only those who betray the original world can use that one.] 1314's mechanical voice was clever, "It is impossible for me to achieve that one, you don't need to understand it in depth."

[What about the unusual situation?] Zongque asked.

There was a long electronic sound from 1314. Isn't its host not interested in many things? Why is it so interested in this!

[The team leader of the original world can directly return the system to the factory for rebuilding without reporting to the central government.] 1314 said.

Although the team leader has this power, so far there has been no incident of innocent systems being returned to the factory without warning.

Central, team leader.

Zongque got useful information. The original world may not have class divisions, but it also has its own management system.

Zongque's thoughts fell into a deep place, 1314 caressing every data of himself, feeling that he can no longer love.

Other novice hosts are in awe of the system. Their host has actually found a way to report it. Who is it doing all this hard work for?

The night was silent, and even Joel closed his eyes in the soothing sound of breathing. The wind in the jungle did not spread into the room. Under the moonlight, a figure fell on the treetops, looking up with his nose, dark red eyes.

There was a hint of joy in him.

This is the taste of top-notch blood, and it is almost catalyzed.

The boy's eyes opened in the dark room, he opened the arms around his waist, opened the window, opened the security window and stood under the moonlight.

The golden hair was gently blown by the wind, but the previously blue eyes were stained with blood under the moonlight.

The pupils of the figure in the distance shrank slightly, and when he wanted to turn around, he noticed the aura floating behind him. He suddenly turned around and backed away, looking at the young man who was still staying in the same place, the guard in his eyes did not dissipate: "Prince Yacombed? You

Why are you here?"

"Guess." The young man floating there tilted his head slightly, with a kind smile on his face.

"I guess you have discovered a good prey in that manor." Duke Fitch shrugged his tense shoulders and said, "I just passed by and found this place, and I didn't mean to steal your prey."

Joel Yakombed is a strange species among the vampires. As long as it disturbs his interest, no matter whether it is a human or a vampire, he can become the target of his hunting. There is not so much kindness among his kind, but he

It is very likely that he will suddenly fall out, and he also has the power to do so at any time.

The prince is at the top of the blood clan, and the bloodline of Jorya Combed is at the top of all princes. He can simulate body temperature, heartbeat, and is not even afraid of the sun, so he can hide freely among human groups.

The wolf can wear sheep's clothing, which is a power that countless vampires envy, but he did not use it to its extreme. Instead, he watched the fight between vampires and humans like a game, without favoring any side.

"Passing by?" Joel's tone was a little confused.

"Yes, I have recently found a new kind of fun." Duke Fitch smiled on his lips, but his body did not relax for a moment. He looked into the young man's interested eyes and asked, "Are you interested in knowing?"

"Tell me about it." Joel was indeed somewhat interested.

Although he fell in love with that human kiss, he had to be subject to the so-called restraint of humans. Of course, he had to find other hobbies, such as what the vampires called fun.

"One of the human lovers embraced each other for the first time and turned him into a vampire, while the other person has always been a human. The former lover became a prey. I don't know if their love can withstand such a test." Fei Fei

Duke Qi smiled.

"First embrace?" Joel asked.

"Yes, human beings hate betrayal. After lovers are defiled, their painful expressions are really exciting." Duke Fitch smiled, "Hopeless and helpless, and then disgust, abandonment, betrayal, and fighting, it is very interesting."

"Lovers..." Joel stroked his chin and smiled, "It's indeed very interesting."

Vampires and humans, who were once close, have become enemies. The difference in lifespan is a test of human emotions.

"The pair I am chasing recently are not separated for the time being. Are you interested in going and taking a look?" Duke Fitch asked with a smile.

"No need, I've found something more interesting recently." Joel frowned and said, "Since you're just passing by, let's leave when I'm in a good mood."

The smile at the corner of Fei Qi's mouth tightened a little, and he saluted with one hand: "Okay, I'll leave right away."

Top blood, before the catalysis is successful, Joel will probably not leave here easily.

He put down his arms and turned around, thinking about how to get a piece of the pie, but when he stepped on another treetop, he was nailed to the trunk by a hand stretched out from his heart.

The feeling of squeezing and pulling in the heart came. Feiqi reluctantly turned his head, looked at the smiling young man behind him and said reluctantly: "Why..."

"The story you told made me feel bad." There was a smile in the young man's eyes, but he frowned slightly, "I don't like the word lover being defiled, it's like being a prey of the vampire clan, and I don't allow it.

Everyone’s covet!”

When his words fell, his cold heart was crushed. The struggling vampire lowered his head. When the boy withdrew his hand, some blood splashed on his face, and a large pool of blood stained the ground red.

The blood of the Blood Duke is a treasure for many low-level vampires and vampires, but for Joel, he looked at the blood on his fingers, shook it unhappily, glanced at the unobstructed place above his head, turned around and flew away

Heading towards the river we found earlier.

Tomorrow morning, the dead vampire will turn into ashes together with his blood in the sunlight.

The blood stained on his hands was washed away bit by bit by the river. Joel looked at his fingers that had become white again and looked at the blood vessels in them under the moonlight.

No matter how powerful you are, no matter how long your life is, once you die, nothing will be left behind. This is the vampire.

The road ahead is endless, and many things that originally excited him will gradually lose interest. If it is too long, it will become boring.

And human beings have a life span of several decades, which is obviously so short, but they are busy every day and seem so fulfilling.

Joel landed in the master bedroom, closed the security windows and curtains, and sat by the bed looking at the sleeping person. He didn't know how long his interest in this person would last.

Human temperament is always changing, and I hope that one day it won't turn into something he doesn't like very much.

Joel pulled back the corner of the quilt and lay down in it. He felt the man's body temperature and sighed comfortably. The next moment, he was held in the arms of a man with his eyes closed. A sleepy voice came from above his head: "Go."

Where is it?"

"Go to the bathroom." Joel whispered.

"Yeah." The voice responded for a moment, then disappeared silently.

Joel raised his head slightly and kissed his chin. At least now he still liked this person very much.

Falling in love is still fun.

…

The morning in the manor was as cool as ever, and the chirping of birds could be heard. When Zongque opened his eyes, he noticed the close sight. His sight was clear. The young man was lying next to him, and his very beautiful face was very close, with a trace of Yingying.

With a smile, she reached over and pinched his nose.

Zongque was short of breath for a moment, so he took his hand and took it off. He stood up and looked at the time. He found that it had already passed the time he used to wake up in the morning. He wanted to move, only to find that the young man was sitting in his arms with a full embrace.

.

"When did you get up?" Zongque grabbed his waist and moved him down, getting out of bed and asked.

"I just woke up not long ago." Joel sat on the bed and looked at the man leaving. He went to bed barefoot and hugged the man from behind when he opened the closet door. "I saw that the master didn't wake up, so he kept quiet.

Isn’t that considerate?”

Zongque looked back at the young man with a smile on his eyes, thought about his new script, and chose the clothes he would wear today: "Aren't you going to change?"

"As a personal servant, how can you take care of yourself first instead of waiting for your master to change clothes?" Joel said with a smile.

"Personal servants usually put on their own clothes first," Zongque said.

The boy's voice was filled with joy: "But aren't we in love?"

Zongque: "..."

1314 captured a shriveled host, which turned black after almost being reported, and quickly recorded the scene.

The system is very vindictive!

"You have to let me go before I can change." Zongque said, looking at the hand clasped around his waist.

"You have to take it off before you change it." Joel grabbed the hem of his clothes, discarding all the character scripts, and pulled it up, while his eyes were fixed on the man's expression, but unfortunately he didn't notice any change.

Zongque didn't stop him, but when the clothes were pulled up, Joel found that he had to step on his feet if he wanted to take them off.

They were obviously the same height originally, but now they have to step up!

Joel looked at the unmoving man in front of him. He didn't move his feet for a moment, nor did he ask him to bend down.

"I'll do it myself." Zongque pulled the collar and took off his shirt, but saw that the smile on the young man's lips had disappeared, and his whole person seemed to have fallen into gloom, "I can still grow taller in the future."

Joel's expression became a little chapped for a moment. His height has not changed since hundreds of years ago: "I have grown up..."

Zongque doesn’t quite understand the rules of growth of the Vampire Clan. Even a Vampire Clan prince should grow up slowly after birth. So is the setting of the Vampire Clan to stop growing after adulthood?

"Actually, you are not short." Zongque said.

The boy's height is not outstanding in the manor, but he is taller than many adult men, but he is more than half a head shorter than him.

Joel looked up at his calm expression and began to think about the possibility of directly abducting the person without falling in love: "Why are you so tall?"

It’s only been a few years!

"Regular work and rest, exercise more, and balanced nutrition." Zongque said.

Joel thought about his hundreds of years of slumber in the coffin, how he played around day and night after waking up, and how he chose not to drink blood because he was picky about the taste of blood. He almost fainted: "Is it too late to make amends now?"

"Can you still grow?" Zongque asked.

Joel: "..."

1314 looked at the scene of the host Amomum villosum pig heart, and recorded it with a click, intending to watch it again and again, and grow into a scheming statistician.

Seeing that the person was already grinding his teeth, Zongque looked at the wardrobe and said, "You pick out today's clothes."

Joel looked at the closet with a depressed face, regretting his past behavior, then took out a piece from it, shook it off and helped the man dress it, and whispered: "I can't reach it, you don't even know how to bend down."

"Don't you feel that your self-esteem has been frustrated?" Zongque asked as he buttoned his shirt.

Joel pulled his collar and paused with his fingers. He realized that height was really a pain that he could never erase in his life. The person he touched... He looked at the abdominal muscles that were gradually covered up because the man was buttoning up, and with his fingers

She held it in his hand and said, "Didn't I agree that I would wear it?"

"Come here." Zongque looked at his suddenly interested eyes and let go of his hand.

There was a smile on Joel's lips, looking at the healthy texture and buttoning up one by one.

Human beings are really a magical species. It only takes two or three years to undergo completely different changes.

If the other person was as tall as him, he might not be so interested.

The buttons were fastened one by one. Joel was fastening the buttons on his collar. Looking at his Adam's apple and neck so close, he felt like pulling them apart.

Zongque looked at his stagnant expression, lowered his head slightly and said, "It's easier this way."

Joel raised his head, looked into his close eyes, curled up a smile on his lips, and when the man was caught off guard, he grabbed his collar and kissed his lips.

A flash of surprise flashed through Zongque's eyes, and he watched the young man open his eyes with amusement, and grabbed his waist.

But when the kiss broke apart, it was just a taste.

"Why don't you kiss me like last night?" Joel snorted with him.

"We still need to have breakfast. I've already missed my morning run. If I eat a little later, the whole morning will be wasted." Zongque raised his head and loosened his waist, looked at the wrinkled collar, and took out another bag from the closet.

Put on a shirt.

Once the collar button is fastened and the cufflinks are straightened out while walking, it’s much faster than before.

Joel licked his lips and found his movements pleasing to the eye.

After Zongque changed his clothes, he glanced at the young man sitting beside him and stared at him and said, "I'll get you some clothes."

He opened the door and went out directly. Joel touched his lips and licked his fangs with the tip of his tongue. If he didn't go out, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Falling in love is really a torture process for vampires.

Zongque got up a little late. It was already bright when he changed clothes and went downstairs. Their rooms were next to each other. It was okay to go downstairs together. But when Zongque sat on the chair, Joel sat on it openly.

On his legs, he looked like a little goblin who had succeeded in becoming a leader. The butler beside him couldn't help but choke.

"Eat first." Zongque looked at the man sitting on his lap and said.

Joel looked at the people around him trying to control their surprised gazes, and kissed him on the face: "Okay."

The servant served two breakfasts this time. Zongque lowered his head to eat, but the young man sitting opposite seemed to have a little bird's appetite. He didn't take two bites and kept putting vegetables on his plate.

The butler looked on with horror, but Zongque ate all the dishes the young man picked up, but when he was almost full, he held up his chopsticks and said, "You can leave it if you don't want to eat it."

"I don't want to eat it." Joel withdrew his chopsticks.

"Yeah." Zongque rinsed his mouth, wiped his mouth and stood up, picked up the newspaper as usual, and sat on the sofa.

Joel also got up, but he went into the kitchen first to boil hot water, took out black tea and put it in the teapot. The sound of a dinner plate was heard next to him. Joel turned to look at the girl who came in and smiled: "Hannie

,Good morning."

Hanny looked at him with a somewhat complicated expression. She cleaned the plate in her hands and lowered her head and said, "Good morning."

Joel's eyes turned outward slightly, and many servants looked at him vaguely, with a bit of complexity.

Such complications had existed when he first came to this manor, but as they got along with each other, they seemed to think that he was also a servant and slowly accepted him, and now their identities were differentiated again.

Human beings are like this, people of the same type can get along with each other, those who fail can be pitied, but those who are truly successful will stay away.

Every time you look at human nature, the result will be the same, but precisely because it is the same, the different ones are particularly interesting.

The kettle was boiling, and Joel made black tea. He picked it up, walked to the sofa in the living room, put it down and said, "Master, your tea is ready."

His tone was slightly raised. Hearing this address, Zongque raised his eyes and looked at the smile on his lips, knowing that he had another bad idea: "Thank you."

And at the next moment, the young man openly pulled away his hand, sat in his arms and said with a smile: "You're welcome."

The servants next to him took a breath. Zongque looked at the happily smiling young man in his arms, grabbed his waist and adjusted his position, unfolded the newspaper and said: "This section is the story."

Joel's eyes fell on the story. After reading only two lines, he slowly glanced at the man's hand. His eyes slid up and glanced at the man's face. Then he leaned into his arms and raised his head.

Kissed his jaw.

"Have you finished reading?" Zongque lowered his eyes and asked.

"Can't read it." Joel's fingers scratched his chin and said, "Is the newspaper as good as mine?"

"We can't stare at each other all day." Zongque stood up, took the black tea, and sipped some.

The tea soup was red and there was a faint aroma in the air. Joel looked at it curiously and said, "I want to have a taste too."

"Yes." Zongque handed the cup to him.

"That's not it." Joel stared at his lips and said coquettishly, "Master, feed me."
Chapter completed!