The exposed neck is slender and white, perhaps because of the sickness, it looks a little pale, but it makes the blood flow more moving, as if through the pale skin, one can see the extremely delicious blood hidden underneath.
The girl subconsciously pursed her lips, raised her hands unconsciously, wrapped them around the man's slender neck, stood on her tiptoes, and stared straight at him.
"Can you really drink it?" Her small fangs had already protruded from her lips, but resisting the urge to eat, she raised her eyes and asked in a low voice.
Saint Selos didn't reply, but lowered his pale eyelashes, reached out and gently took off the holy artifact, then nodded calmly and said, "Yes."
Without the protection of the holy artifact, the sweet smell of blood became more intense, and the little vampire's eyes darkened involuntarily, and he pounced on it almost immediately.
She held back, glanced at the Pope's crown, and reminded: "You'd better sit down, otherwise, don't blame me if you can't stand up later."
Saint Selos blinked his eyelashes, frowned, and asked slowly, "Why can't you stand?"
"You'll know later." Yun Xia smiled maliciously, pushed the man back with both hands, pushed him to sit on the golden throne, and bent over to look at him.
The Holy See is established only for the Pope. In front of it are layered white gauze curtains, and below are the seats of believers and bishops. At this time, the hall was empty and there was no one there.
Only the silent sunlight shines on the white flowers around the holy seat.
Surrounded by flowers, snow-white pigeons flitted past the window, and the slender fingers of Pope Saint Selos rested lightly on the armrest. The snow-white fingertips set off against the golden pattern, making it look more holy and flawless.
The blood queen looked down at the loose collar, the fair skin without the protection of the holy artifact, and the sweet fragrance of blood was full and strong.
Saint Selos raised his eyes, his eyes were as pure and clean as lake water, and because of blindness, the eyes fell on her face, as if looking into the void. He raised his hand and slowly touched the girl's cheek.
The voice was still steady, and he said slowly: "I have nothing to do with you, you can drink."
After so many days, he had a little psychological preparation for the abnormality of blood-sucking.
The girl leaned over, the tip of her nose touched her fair neck, she seemed to smile slightly with her lips curled up, and said slowly, "Really?"
She couldn't bear it anymore.
Yun Xia closed her eyes, ground her small fangs for a while, found the place where the blood was sweet, raised the man's chin with one hand, and opened her mouth.
Warm blood immediately poured into the throat, the extremely sweet delicacy made the eyes of the blood race brighter, trying to restrain the speed of swallowing.
On the huge and sacred holy seat.
The snow-white priest's robe was hanging on the ground, the pope slightly raised his neck, the light-blond broken hair was jumping in the sun, and the small head of the blood race was buried between his neck, and the girl's silver hair covered his whole body, pressing the pope on the holy seat Above, eat slowly with restraint.
Saint Selos froze for a moment.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his slender and beautiful lips, but did not make any sound, but immediately pursed them tightly, forming a straight line, his lips were almost pale. But the fair cheeks were slowly and lightly stained with a little red.
The clear and lifeless eyes swayed gently, as if crushing a puddle of deep water, he looked shocked and helpless, he was shocked by the feeling and narrowed his eyes, put his hand on the girl's shoulder, trying to push her away.
But it was strangely powerless.
(end of this chapter)