Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian asked again: "Your Majesty really doesn't regret it?"

"Um."

Although His Majesty the Blood Race was a little puzzled, he nodded obediently.

Originally he had never eaten, tasted blood.

I don't know the taste of blood, and I don't know how it feels to be sucked by blood.

But the fangs pierce the skin, it should be very painful.

Human beings are afraid of pain.

So this kind of experience is not good for human beings.

After all, human beings are nothing more than delicious food in the eyes of the vampires.

The human girl who was sacrificed to the blood clan also had a humble status.

As blood slaves, they provided fresh blood to their owners. They were very lowly, and being sucked would not be any better.

After thinking so much, Yiluo couldn't help but blame himself.

He's been missing this all along.

Before, I didn't put myself in her shoes and think about her feelings.

His majesty the blood clan lowered his eyes, and decided to control his eating in the future and try not to drink her blood.

Yi Luo said he didn't regret it, and Feng Qian agreed to his thoughts and told him what it meant.

She hugged him, tiptoeing slightly.

…

later.

There was strange confusion in Yiluo's lavender eyes, which he had never felt before, which made His Majesty the Blood Race stunned.

A strange and strange feeling enveloped him like an overwhelming feeling.

Sweeter than eating.

The beautiful silver and the thick black are intertwined, which is also very beautiful.

Time and years seem to have stood still.

Even the air is sweet.

…

His majesty the blood clan is still a little ignorant.

However……

It is too sweet.

He couldn't tell what it was like, he just felt sweet and didn't want to let go.

In the darkness, the lavender eyes of His Majesty the Blood Race seemed to have a faint starlight that was crushed, blurred and dull, with a strange and strange joy.

Time ticks by quickly, and the night is always replaced by day.

When the first ray of sunlight came in in the morning, Feng Qian was still asleep.

She didn't want to get up, she was still a little sleepy.

Yi Luo closed the window, but the light could still fall into the room, so he blocked part of the light for Feng Qian with his hands.

The light was blocked, and Feng Qian's brows were also relaxed. Sleep better.

His Majesty the Blood Race had a smile on his lips, his beautiful silver hair fell down, and his lavender eyes were quietly watching the sleeping girl.

Recalling before, His Majesty the Blood Race couldn't help pursing his lips.

He didn't expect that it would be such a feeling, which could make people full of joy.

His Majesty the Blood Race lowered his eyes, raised the other one, and gently lowered his slender white fingers, brushing the girl's eyebrows bit by bit.

The movement is very gentle.

The sleeping girl frowned, grabbed the opponent's fingers, and opened her eyes in a daze to look.

Then, the little hand stretched out and grabbed His Majesty's silver hair, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

His majesty the blood clan was stunned.

The girl's white and tender hands grabbed a strand of silver hair tightly.

His Majesty the Blood Race was thoughtful.

She still... likes his hair...

Yiluo was a little jealous of his own hair.

Thinking about it, His Majesty the Blood Race moved again and gently rubbed over.

Whispering in a low voice: "Qianqian..."

The girl didn't respond.

His Majesty the Blood Race continued to call: "Qianqian...Qianqian..."

Feng Qian said in a daze, "Huh?"

His Majesty the Blood Race said lightly: "Qianqian likes me more, or my hair."

The wind was light and in a daze.

"Silver hair is beautiful."

His Majesty the Blood Race froze, and his beautiful eyelashes drooped slightly.