Saint Selos' eyelashes drooped slightly, and in the darkness of his eyes, he felt that his hands were tightly grasped by two small hands. The girl raised her head and sucked the blood from her bite back and forth. The fangs gritted the snow-white fingertips, and when the tip of the tongue hooked away the blood, it brought an indescribable feeling.
It's not obvious though.
Yun Xia was extremely hungry, and there was a supreme delicacy in front of her eyes. A few drops of blood did not relieve the hunger at all, but made people involuntarily look forward to it. If such a delicacy can be full...
How wonderful that would be.
She raised her head in a little disappointment, and let go of the Pope's white fingers.
She looked at the pale fingertips sucked by her, and then glanced at the expression of His Excellency the Pope.
Biting your fingertips and biting your neck are two different concepts.
Neck biting brings intense sensory stimulation, but fingertips don't feel that way, and maybe feel uncomfortable at best.
As expected, Saint Selos had no expression at all, and his holy brows and eyes were peaceful. When her lips were loosened, he raised his eyes slightly, and his dull eyes slowly looked over, and asked her in a low voice: "Is it all right?"
"Um."
Yun Xia reluctantly let go of his hand, then remembered something, took it back, wiped it with the corner of her clothes, showing her small canine teeth, and said with bent eyes: "Your Majesty is so delicious. It's ok, wait for me to finish it." Pray for all, Your Majesty will let me eat my fill at once."
"..."
Saint Selos lowered his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, retracted his hand, and held the sacred scepter.
When the vampire eats and bites the human skin, the wound will heal automatically. At this time, the wound on the fingertips was gone, but the color was still slightly pale.
Against the Pope's clear eyes, there is even more beauty and pale beauty of a sickly beauty.
He stepped out of the inner hall, and Yun Xia hurriedly followed with the hem of his skirt.
Her eyes were black again, and she glanced at the Pope's wrist.
Looking at the exquisitely shaped wrist bones on his wrist, the vampire queen said, "After praying tomorrow... can I bite my wrist, Your Majesty?"
Saint Selos paused slightly, his unfocused pupils stared forward, the light brown color was as clean as a lake, his thin lips parted slightly, and he asked slowly, "Did you feel unwell during today's prayer?"
Yun Xia shook her head: "No."
The Pope paused thoughtfully, rubbed the scepter slightly with his fingertips, and nodded: "I see... You have a high resistance to the light of faith, so you can participate in prayers and resist my blood."
Yun Xia only cares about one thing: "Then, can I bite my wrist tomorrow?"
"..." Saint Selos was silent for a few seconds before nodding slightly, "Yes."
The girl next to him immediately smiled, and glanced at the pope's wrist maliciously. She was in a good mood, revealing the dimples on her cheeks.
Even St. Selos could feel that the rose fragrance of the girl beside her was a little stronger, as if it showed her excellent mood.
The blood clan is really obsessed with blood.
He lowered his pale eyelashes lightly, as if they still remained on his fingertips, the feeling of being bitten by tender lips... a little strange.
Saint Selos pursed his thin lips.
The girl next to him suddenly stood on tiptoe and approached him with her hands behind her back. She fixed her eyes on the sacred scepter in the Pope's hand and asked, "That... your scepter, can you lend me it?"
The pope's eyes moved slightly, and the godless pupils paused for a moment, before he said: "The scepter is the supreme sacred weapon, and it cannot be borrowed at will. Besides... Her Majesty is a member of the blood family."
(end of this chapter)