"Wait, uh..."
He opened his lips to say something, but after he said a word, he pursed his lips and opened his eyes wide in bewilderment. His pure eyes swayed slightly like lake water, and the shimmering broken light made him feel a little uncomfortable. He squinted his eyes, breathing slowly and quickly.
There is a slight loss of expression in the expression.
As if he could feel the blood flowing, the fangs piercing, all the sensations surged with the eating of the vampires, he had no time to think about anything, he could only narrow his eyes helplessly, and pushed the girl's shoulder with his slender white fingers.
"Enough, enough..."
The Pope of St. Selos said slowly, his pure and peaceful prayer-like voice was a little hoarse now, he lowered his eyelashes helplessly, and his butterfly-like long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he repeated in a hoarse voice:
"You stop..."
The blood race who had just started eating naturally didn't want to stop swallowing. She moved her small fangs slightly, but still sucked slowly, feeling her shoulders being held by the Pope, who seemed to be restraining something all the time, the divine light breath Intense, yet godly, breathing lightly in the sun.
He tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes. The unfocused eyes are still pure and holy.
Yun Xia was suddenly curious, and wanted to raise her head to see his expression, but the sweetness of blood was so delicious, she swallowed it a few times, and when the hunger was not so obvious, she restrained herself and stepped back carefully, raised her hand and wiped her lips horn.
She looked at the Pope above the holy seat.
The man's face was red and magnificent, his eyes were slightly squinted, his clear eyes were almost blurred, he was absent-minded and at a loss, his lips were slightly parted and he breathed lightly, after a while, he slowly closed his eyes and calmed down the light breath, With a hoarse and moving voice in her voice, she slowly whispered: "I told you to stop."
The girl lowered her head innocently and carefully glanced at him. She found that expression very cute.
No wonder Helena missed him so much.
This expression is really beautiful.
She whispered: "I will control it, I won't drink too much, just a little."
The Pope gently pursed his thin lips, and the color of his lips was the same as that of his profile face. The pale color finally turned bright red. He closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them, staring blankly at the void in front of him.
"So... what the hell is this?"
He asked slowly, raised his hand, and touched his neck. The imprint made by the blood race has disappeared, and the wound has completely healed.
There was no pain during the whole process, only that weird...
It's overwhelming.
St. Selos squeezed the center of his brows, raised his hand and gently adjusted the neckline of the priest's robe. After the thin red faded, he was still a holy and bright Pope, whose faith was pure and inviolable.
Yun Xia raised her eyebrows and explained: "It's just a feeling, and it's not harmful to the body... Why do you always care about this?"
Saint Selos was silent.
why do you care...
He recalled the almost crazy illusion, still couldn't help pursing his lips, looked away, his fair cheeks turned slightly red again, and asked again: "It's really nothing? But it's strange..."
"It's like this when you are sucked blood. Anyway, the blood sucking time is not long, so it will pass after you bear it?" Yun Xia showed her dimples very peacefully.
Saint Thurus did not contradict her.
From the looks of it, it was indeed his own problem.
The pope's pure eyes lowered, and his fingertips touched his neck, but his clear pupils were slightly dim.
(end of this chapter)