"Really?"
Hearing his doctor's promise, the vampire's eyes suddenly lit up. I have made up my mind that even if I really want to suck blood, I must seize this opportunity: "Honey, in fact, I have been looking forward to whether I can have some in-depth contact and discussions with you about the relationship between lips and teeth..."
"what?"
Obviously, he couldn't understand the vampire's overly advanced words. Dr. Shang blinked blankly, looked at him for a while, and suddenly punched his palm: "I understand! You just wait here—I'll be right back!"
This time it was finally the vampire's turn to fall into deep bewilderment. Due to the instructions of the human doctor, the pure-blooded king, who did not know whether the kiss was successful, could only obediently straddle beside the bed. After hesitating for a while, he mobilized the power in his body that was faintly showing signs of exhaustion, and the flow turned to the burns on his buttocks and thighs.
After all - it is really not a light physical work to stride like this every time. Hearing that their upcoming activities are very exhausting, he'd better save as much as possible for emergencies.
Dr. Shang walked out the door quickly, followed his memory into the kitchen, and saw the werewolf butler wearing an apron, chopping up the minced meat on the table with a knife, and kept chanting: "He's on top, he's here!" Down below. He's above, he's below. He's above, he's below…”
"What's up and down, do you have a clean bottle?"
Curiously looking at the half-breed husky who seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, Dr. Shang took a boning knife and compared it twice, then shook his head cautiously. He took out the scalpel he carried with him from his pocket, and passed it back and forth over the flames of the stove several times.
"Yes, yes... Dr. Shang, did the two of you make the next generation so soon?!"
The werewolf who had been brainwashed by the two little dragons answered subconsciously. As soon as he took out a feeding bottle, he suddenly seemed to realize some terrible truth, and rushed over with his expression changed drastically.
"What next generation—why are you suddenly so strange that you have a fever or are you in heat?"
Can't talk to each other smoothly at all. Shang Haojia tried the temperature between his forehead and found it was normal, so he didn't care about the weird werewolf suspected of being in heat. After rinsing out the baby bottle and putting it on the table, he took a scalpel and made two strokes on his arm.
"Doctor Shang! Don't let yourself get overwhelmed—whatever it happens, so many of us are taking care of it for you!"
I firmly believe that some ulterior secret must have happened between the two of them. The werewolf butler was so frightened by his actions that his hair exploded again, and he rushed over desperately, trying to stop the human doctor's irrational behavior: "If you want to scare him, just throw some chicken blood, duck blood, snow fox blood on the ground Just a splash, it doesn't have to be your own!"
"I'm not trying to scare him, but trying to get him to eat something."
He was almost stabbed in the arm by a werewolf. Dr. Shang rubbed his temples with a headache, and patiently patted the kind werewolf housekeeper.
"He's injured. If he doesn't eat anymore, it will be troublesome if he starves himself out. You've been with him for so long, have you never seen him willing to drink blood?"
"No, no, I'm not with him!"
The mixed-race husky shook his head without hesitation. He didn't realize what he was talking about halfway through the sentence, and quickly waved his hand again: "No, no—I mean, I haven't seen him drink blood before. He seems to be particularly resistant to this. He refuses to drink any blood. Once I saw them fighting with vampires. Everyone else would bite, but he refused. You must wear a mask to fight with them... "
"It seems that this is the only way... You help me take care of those little guys, I'll coax him to eat something first."
Dr. Shang nodded ponderingly, estimated how many cuts it would take to fill the bottle, and wisely gave up this unrealistic and crazy idea: "Although I know it's impossible—do you have a disposable needle at home? "
"Yes, Mr. Yan often uses rabbits for experiments, and he has a lot of needles."
The werewolf butler nodded quickly, and went to fetch some unopened disposable syringes for him. Seeing the human doctor draw blood without changing his face, he couldn't help shivering: "Doctor Shang, there is actually frozen plasma in the refrigerator, if you want to drink it for him, I'll heat it in the microwave... "
"Although I don't know much about the taste of this food, but according to the law that fresh steak is better than old beef, and fresh vegetables are more nutritious than those that have been stored for several days, it should be freshly drained blood that tastes better."
Shang Haojia shook his head with reason, took out a tissue and pressed the needle hole for a while, then put down his sleeve: "It's the first time he drank blood, it's best to make a good impression on him, so as not to be more concerned about the shadow of food in the future." Big."
"It makes sense—fortunately, you have the blessing of the dragon clan now, and it's okay to lose a little blood, otherwise that guy will be so distressed."
He Jialun nodded in agreement, glanced at the pink and cute baby bottle, but couldn't help shivering: "Doctor Shang, I think this method is feasible, but you probably need to spend some effort to convince me He. After all, at his age, he may not be very willing to use a feeding bottle to eat... "
"I know, I'll figure it out."
Dr. Shang nodded and touched the handcuffs around his waist. After mentally rehearsing the process of throwing the other party down on the bed and injecting blood, he picked up the bottle and left the kitchen with confidence.
He Jialun, who didn't believe this set of rhetoric at all, folded his arms and watched him walk away, then shook his head as if he had seen through something long ago, and sighed softly.
"I didn't expect that old antique to be so majestic to me, it was the one below, and he couldn't get out of bed so quickly..."
I don't know what terrible place the mixed-race husky's brain has reached. Dr. Shang returned to the house with a baby bottle dotted with cute little pink flowers, locked the door behind him, and waved towards his vampire in a good mood.
"Let's try it. I think your suggestion is very reasonable. I'm probably confident that it will succeed this time."
... ?
The vampire, who was still recuperating in the toilet position, raised his head blankly, his eyes widened in surprise, apparently completely unable to figure out where his human beings understood his invitation. Shang Haojia was not in a hurry, first carefully searched for the right direction, and then strode over, pushing the vampire down on the bed.
"Honey — it's okay to not be in such a hurry. Maybe we can take a shower first, and then talk about the position a little bit..."
I was taken aback by the doctor's overly straightforward behavior. The vampire couldn't help coughing lightly, and was racking his brains on how to turn the situation around without hurting his own human pride, when the human lying on his body suddenly took out a feeding bottle and stuffed it firmly into it. in his mouth.
"..."
In an instant, I believed that what the two little dragons did was indeed learned from my own doctor. The Pure Blood King blinked helplessly, and subconsciously wanted to speak, but his body tensed up suddenly.
As if he had heard some irresistible call, his eyes instantly turned blood red, and his two canine teeth quickly protruded from his lips, and he precisely stuck the pacifier in the middle.
It was a taste he had never tried before—it was totally different from the bitter blood he had been forcibly poured into in his memory. The alluring sweetness, the irresistible fragrance, even the silent blood seemed to rush and flow in the blood vessels, impacting his eardrums one after another, sweeping all his will domineeringly. His heart seemed to be beating again, and he struggled to pull his consciousness away from the rampant appetite, only to realize that the beating full of vitality came from the human beings lying on him.
The blood in the baby bottle is not enough for an adult vampire to take a few mouthfuls, and Shang Haojia just wants to use this to break his deep-rooted subconsciousness. Guessing that the blood in it had been fed clean, he threw the bottle aside and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.
"How about it—isn't it actually not bad to drink? You should respect my dignity as food anyway. If you dare to spit it out again this time, hang it on the window sill outside to sleep tonight."
"No, honey..."
Wei Long blinked her eyes in pain, tried her best to suppress her raging and violent appetite, and shook her head with difficulty: "I haven't eaten for too long, I'm worried—I'm worried that this will stimulate my animal nature..."
"It's okay, I'll watch over you."
Putting her own vampire in her arms, Shang Haojia responded firmly, and then took out the pair of handcuffs that were shining coldly from his waist.
"..."
The original emotion stopped abruptly the moment he saw the handcuffs, the vampire blinked dumbfoundedly, but still nodded gently, and stretched out his hands towards him without reservation: "Come on, these handcuffs are bound The role of the power of the blood clan, it is suitable for me to use it now... "
"You don't need two hands, one is enough."
Facing the frank and sincere affection in those bloody eyes, Shang Haojia's eyes were filled with a slight smile. He leaned one handcuff on his left wrist, and the other handcuffed his right hand, firmly interlocking his fingers, exposing one side of his neck.
Human beings are healthy and well-proportioned, perhaps due to long-term hard work day and night, and they are slightly thinner than normal. In this way, the collar on one side is opened with the head turned, revealing the beautifully shaped collarbone and smooth deltoid muscles.
The vampire glanced subconsciously, and his eyes blushed again without a trace. Finally, he couldn't help laughing bitterly, and sighed heavily in self-defeating.
"Honey, you're—I'm afraid I can't help being animal in another sense..."