Although this story once made the werewolf friend laugh out the hair all over the room, this time it obviously got off to a bad start. After the whole story was told, there was still no expected chuckle from the back seat.
Wei Long glanced at the rearview mirror suspiciously, only to realize that Shang Haojia was already leaning on the back seat with her arms under her head, and fell asleep at some point.
"It turns out that human beings will suddenly fall into dormancy like this..."
Rubbing her chin thoughtfully and whispering something, Wei Long parked the car on the side of the road and took out a delicate notebook from her pocket.
Like the style of the business card, the cover of this book is also full of cumbersome and exquisite patterns. The dark color cover with bronzing patterns seems to reveal a mysterious and exaggerated dark atmosphere.
It looks almost the same as the ones sold on the street stalls.
As a vampire who just woke up, Wei Long's understanding of human society is obviously not so detailed. Carefully brushing away the non-existing dust on the cover, he opened the book gently, and crossed out the line "When he is listless, tell him a joke" with regret.
Above this line, there is another sentence "Make your speech more elegant and behave more like a gentleman", which has already been ruthlessly crossed. Wei Long looked at the love guide in his hand for a long while, and finally couldn't help frowning slightly, and sighed with a headache.
Times are moving so fast that the means used to please a partner in medieval Europe seem to suddenly lose their effectiveness. Facing the fact that he was outdated, the vampire who accidentally overslept suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis that he couldn't let go of.
The car started again and drove smoothly towards the suburbs.
I don't know if it was because she was really too tired or because she had let down her vigilance, but Shang Haojia actually fell asleep all the way like this, and when she woke up again, she was already lying on a gorgeous and comfortable big bed.
This bed is undoubtedly very comfortable to lie on—the soft Simmons almost completely sinks one in, and the silk fabric is smooth and supple.
Shang Haojia's thoughts froze for a moment on such thoughts, and suddenly he sat up suddenly wrapped in a quilt, with an indescribably strange look on his face.
—According to common sense, he would have a chance to feel the smoothness and coolness of the silk quilt and bed sheet only when the vacuum reached a certain level.
Frightened by such an overly enthusiastic reception, Shang Haojia shivered subconsciously, and the brain that had just started to function was difficult and slow to straighten out the logic inside, and carefully touched down along the pubic symphysis.
"My friend—are you well rested?"
Suddenly a familiar chuckle came from beside him, Shang Haojia instinctively wrapped the quilt tightly, and looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound.
The velvet curtains were opened a little, and a ray of moonlight came in from outside the curtains, quietly casting in the corner of the room. The vampire was standing in the corner of the room, looking at him with a smile, a faint trace of blood seemed to bloom in its pure black eyes.
The atmosphere was really weird, and Shang Haojia couldn't help feeling a little nervous. Swallowing with difficulty, she looked at Wei Long in front of her vigilantly: "I rested well, and I didn't even notice that I was stripped—my vampire friend, you have finally overcome your psychological barrier and are planning to bite me ?"
"No, no, you misunderstood—I just wanted to make you sleep more comfortably, so I took it upon myself to change the cumbersome clothes that don't help you sleep."
Wei Long laughed and shook her head, quickly explained, and then turned on the crystal chandelier. The soft light instantly illuminated the room, and instantly diluted the original mysterious and ambiguous atmosphere a lot.
The bedroom was tastefully decorated, with every piece of furniture obviously costly, and the corners were dotted with vibrant greenery. There is not much mystery and darkness belonging to the blood race, but a bit of unexpected ease and elegance.
Seeing that his clothes were neatly folded and placed on the rocking chair next to the bed, Shang Haojia finally breathed a sigh of relief. Wrapped in a quilt, he leaned forward with difficulty to reach the stack of clothes: "With all due respect, the way you vampires treat guests is really full of creativity..."
"According to my habit, I usually don't treat guests like this."
Seeing the embarrassment on his expression, Wei Long finally realized that the tricks she had learned might not be suitable. She stepped forward and handed him the clothes considerately, and then bowed slightly apologetically: "Since most of us vampires live with the opposite sex, this kind of behavior is undoubtedly very rude, and even completely unforgivable. But Karen Said that people of the same sex should not pay too much attention to this kind of behavior, and it can also enhance mutual feelings-I think I was probably bewitched by him, and I accidentally made a very stupid thing... "
"They still have a layer of hair on their bodies, so of course they won't mind—if I'm not mistaken, the last time you were bewitched by him, was the princess hugging me and jumping high all over the world?"
She often tore off the clothes of patients of various shapes on the first aid table. Shang Haojia was not difficult to accept her own state. After feeling that the clothes on the important parts were still on her body, she no longer struggled too much. He picked up his clothes and put them on neatly under the quilt.
Wei Long's expression froze for a moment without a trace, and she had to nod with a wry smile, and sighed helplessly: "It seems that most of the suggestions made by our werewolf friends are aimed at werewolves. Not how applicable…”
"It's not a big deal, and I did sleep well, and my back didn't hurt much."
It has to be said that this was almost the most sound sleep Shang Haojia had ever had since working, and the fatigue caused by the daily work seemed to have dissipated a lot. Anyway, he rubbed against someone else's bed. Dr. Shang, who has always been very able to accept various situations, is obviously not a person who pushes forward. He waved his hand freely, and suddenly became curious again.
"Speaking of it—I've always been very surprised. Mr. He said that he couldn't transform because of some unspeakable secrets. But since he couldn't transform, how did he find out that he was actually a werewolf?"
"Strictly speaking, it's not that he can't transform, but he is allergic to the wolf fur that falls off after transforming. Once transformed, he will keep sneezing and crying, so he himself gradually becomes very resistant to transforming. gone."
Wei Long smiled lightly and shook her head, stretched out her arm to give him a hand, and helped him get off the bed to stand firm: "Actually, Jia Lun is very qualified among werewolves. His wolf fur is a mixture of white and light brown, and his forehead is white. There are traces of burning flames on his face, and his eyes are a very beautiful ice blue. Compared with other werewolves with slightly rough shapes, he is really a rare and beautiful type among them."
"Blue eyes, three fires, light brown."
Shang Haojia snapped his fingers and concluded thoughtfully. He raised his hand and stroked his chin lightly, pondered for a moment, then shook his head incredulously: "So—our lovely werewolf friend, is he actually a husky?"