Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian would only think about this kind of thought in his heart.

Just like back then, I wanted to find His Highness's divine body and secretly eat His Highness's tofu.

It's just thinking about it in my heart.

If he really saw His Highness Mu Yan himself, Feng Qian felt that it would be a little embarrassing.

After all, in every plane, the fragments of her and His Highness eventually developed that kind of relationship.

It's really...unspeakable.

The girl's snow-white wrist was placed under the lips of His Majesty the Blood Race.

The alluring sweet scent of blood came.

The lavender eyes of His Majesty the Blood Race were a little dazed, and he couldn't help approaching.

When the lips were about to stick together, they slowly retreated.

His Majesty the Blood Race slowly picked up the girl's white and tender fingers, looked down, and then looked up at the girl.

He asked softly, "Can I... bite my finger?"

Feng Qian blinked and nodded.

"OK."

After receiving the girl's affirmative reply, His Majesty the Blood Race lowered his eyes again.

Beautiful silver hair hangs down, slender white fingers hold the girl's little hand, bowing her head.

The lips enclose the girl's fingertips.

The blood clan's fangs gradually protruded, and after rubbing lightly, His Majesty the blood clan slowly bit the girl's white tender fingertips.

Then, bright red blood beads gushed out.

As the opponent sucked blood, Feng Qian felt that there seemed to be a small electric current passing through the place where the fingertip was bitten by the opponent, flowing to the limbs and bones.

Numb itching, there is a strange feeling.

His Majesty the Blood Race held the girl's finger, and only slowly raised his eyes when he felt that the girl was almost sucked.

Satisfaction filled the lavender eyes.

Sweet blood, delicious.

The girl's Bai Nen fingertip was bitten, and there was a small wound.

His majesty the blood clan lowered his eyes quietly, gently covered his fingertips, and circled slowly a few times.

The cool temperature has a bit of warmth.

When she retracted her hand again, the wound on the girl's fingertips also disappeared without a trace.

His Majesty the Blood Race carefully examined the girl's fingers to make sure there was no problem, then slowly withdrew his gaze and looked up at the girl.

He asked in a soft voice, "Does it hurt?"

Hearing the sound, Feng Qian lowered his head and looked at his fingers, a look of confusion slipped through his dark eyes.

Just now, the fingertips were pierced by the opponent's fangs, and there was only a slight tingling sensation. Afterwards, there was only a confusing tingling feeling left.

Very uncomfortable feeling.

Feng Qian looked at the fragments and said honestly, "It doesn't hurt very much, just a little."

It's just... the feeling of being sucked blood is a bit strange.

His Majesty the Blood Race quietly watched the girl, nodded, and said softly, "Yes."

It hurts a little. Then... in the future, be lighter.

His Majesty the Blood Race thought silently.

The taste of the girl's blood is addictively sweet. Once you taste it once, you want to taste it for the second time.

Yiluo lowered her eyes, and her lavender eyes were also somewhat confused.

Obviously, he never drank blood, never ate, and never felt hungry.

But now, as long as he smells the sweet fragrance of blood emanating from the girl's body, he can't help it, sticks out his fangs, and even feels a little hungry.

It was a spur of the moment to let the girl be his blood servant, because he saw the resistance in the girl's eyes to the blood prince.

As a blood servant, he didn't intend to let the girl provide him with blood.

But now, it seems to be addicted.

I like the sweet smell of blood.

Just like... her blood.

I also like the kind of "pro" that the girl said.

Thinking of this, His Majesty the Blood Race raised his eyes to look at the girl again, and asked the girl with clear light in his lavender eyes: "Can I...can I kiss you?"

His Majesty the Blood Race's silver hair hung obediently by his side, his head was slightly tilted, and he focused on the girl in front of him.

Today is another sugar day.