She was sick, and usually sounded very powerful words, as if stepping on cotton, but Osmond could still feel her angry emotions.
Even someone as bold as Alicia didn't say that. After they decided to let her go, her attitude became friendly, saying that she was kind, but she had never fought for the rights of her companions, and never dared to accuse them so harshly.
If there is no comparison, maybe he will not find the difference.
He wondered, how can human beings be so complicated? And his judgment seems to have been erring.
After Wen Ying vented her emotions, she felt that her body was lightened, and the other party seemed to have stood up silently.
She turned over, and the man had already sat on the edge of the bed. From her perspective, she could only see his side face with a slightly lowered chin, and the chiseled features of a Westerner were outlined in the shadows. She couldn't see his expression clearly.
Due to the symptoms of a cold and fever, her throat was blocked and the air was blocked, so she couldn't help sniffing.
The slight sound caused him to look back, his eyes seemed to be a little erratic, and he settled down after a while, still cold, "It's a deal. I know the taste of your blood will change according to your wishes. I want the sweetest Delicious one, if you can do it, I'll ask Winston to give you the phone." He paused and smiled sharply, "At least, can you tell them they're safe?"
Wen Ying sat up and grabbed his arm, "deal!"
Her hand passed through the thin fabric, soft and hot, and he unconsciously said something he regretted: "Winston did not poison."
"...Huh?" She was stunned.
"Don't forget to take your medicine." He reminded the girl who didn't understand, and added indifferently, "I don't think blood full of viruses will make people feel delicious."
The harmonious atmosphere of breakfast this day was broken by Wen Ying's sneeze. It was a bit late for her to take the medicine, and her fever subsided, but her symptoms of cold were not cured, and she seemed to be floating in the air without touching the ground, like a ghost, floating all the way to her chair.
Gentleman Oswald pulled out the chair for her, and she was about to sit down when she sneezed loudly.
"Huh..." Oswald looked at her curiously, "Sakura, what's wrong with you?"
Winston appeared in time, handed her a tissue, and explained to her, including why human beings are so poor in physique that it is difficult to endure wind and rain and so on. Oswald expressed his concern, and at the same time heeded Winston's advice, he was caring and caring for her, carefully and strictly selected the food she could eat, and processed them before putting them in front of her.
He even picked up a spoon and fed it to her mouth himself, but Wen Ying firmly refused, "No, I can do it myself... Achoo!"
This sneeze was exceptionally loud, like a chorus, with a deep sneeze mixed with hers.
There was a silence at the table, and then everyone's eyes turned to Osmond.
"If I hear you right..." Oswald hesitated in surprise, "My dear Osmond, you just sneezed?"
"You heard me wrong."
Osmond refuted the other party calmly and naturally. Just when everyone was convinced by his expression, another sneeze came unexpectedly.
The knife and fork in Alicia's hand fell off, she glanced at Osmond, and then went to Wenying.
There is a subtle atmosphere spreading in the air.
"Are you... too cold from the wind?" Oswald asked him strangely.
Blowing cold
This is really a big joke, even if they are swept into the tornado, they will not frown.
Vampires are not incapable of getting sick, but very few, too few, their bodies are genetically powerful, and no virus can invade. Of course, even if they were sick, it wouldn't affect them at all, because they were a people who were cursed to be immortal.
As for a cold that is so small that it can be ignored, vampires have never had it before.
"Don't be kidding, Oswald! It's just that a little bug flew by... Sneeze!" He angrily threw away the red wine glass containing the nasty blood, "..." He could strangle a living thing, but Can't stop a little sneeze!
A girl's "puchi" laughter suddenly came out at the dining table.
Everyone looked over, only to see Wen Ying holding the soup bowl alone, laughing so hard that she almost fainted - most of the reason was because of her poor breathing.
She guessed that it was probably because Osmond sucked her blood last night. Blood is the most direct and deepest channel of infection, but I believe that with the powerful healing ability of vampires, Osmond only sneezed a few times at most. . But it was so much fun to see him lose his mind, his calm expression break down, and look angry.
For this reason, she was willing to let him suck two more mouthfuls of blood.
Infected by her body movements, Oswald couldn't help laughing, and scolded her: "Sakura, don't be too mean. Of course vampires can get sick too..."
"Weak and sneezing Osmond." With the same sick face, she made a provocative grimace at him.
Oswald laughed.
The atmosphere on the table became more relaxed. Her ridicule successfully diverted everyone's attention, and no one thought about why Osmond had the same disease as her.
Maybe, but no one asked. Everyone knows that they are at odds with each other.
Osmond blocked Wen Ying in the corner of the castle.
"Weak and weak?" He said abruptly.
Wen Ying turned around to face the other party's terrifying gaze, she leaned back against the wall, rolled her eyes and said, "If I don't laugh at you, they will continue to hold you, and then you have to tell Ao Svader, yes, I sucked your sugar baby's blood yesterday, so I caught a cold with her."
Osmond raised her chin with a subtle smile: "Sweetheart baby?" Before Wen Ying wrinkled her nose to retort, he said, "What does it matter if you tell Oswald?"
"It's okay?" Wen Ying shook her head, broke free from his hand and said, "Since you don't think there is a problem, then what am I afraid of, go and talk."
Osmond stared at her for a while, of course he couldn't tell Oswald. They were indeed able to share delicious food, but when the other party was poisoned by the love potion, he was very suspicious...
"Are you sure you want to treat me like this?"
"Otherwise..." Before she finished speaking, she saw something in his hand the next second.
—her cell phone.
The girly pink shell is covered with worthless broken diamonds, and it feels strangely inconsistent in the hands of the elegant vampire, as if one of them has traveled through time and space.
"I understand." She paused for a moment, then stretched out her wrist, "Suck it."
With this casual attitude, it seemed that he no longer took his own blood seriously.
Osmond glanced at her and asked suddenly: "Why don't you ask Oswald? He refuses to promise you?"
"... He said he didn't want anyone besides him to make me feel concerned." The two brothers' personalities were already very bad, and the effect of the love potion brought Oswald's possessiveness to a quite terrifying stage.
Perhaps Osmond's bad attitude towards her made him feel relieved, at least he didn't have to worry about his brother who would lay hands on the treasure in his hands.
A smile appeared on Osmond's pale and handsome face.
The person who wants to love is only you from body to heart, so you should do it without her knowing, and bluntly declaring that you are weak and powerless will only give people an opportunity to take advantage of it.
Wen Ying hid in a corner and made a phone call quietly, with a very gentle smile on her face.
I don't know the reason, maybe there are too many recent crimes, and she and Alicia are gifts for important people, and the people who arrested them even made follow-up actions, which made her relatives Friends thought she was traveling in other countries.
Because the original owner in the original track died very early, she didn't pay attention to this information.
But even so, the long-term lack of contact with them still made them feel uneasy. After receiving her call, they almost cried with joy, and kept saying that during this period, they had tried many times but failed to contact her. I always thought that something happened to her, and after I calmed down, I asked her where she was playing now.
"I'm now..." Wen Ying glanced around and said nonsense, "In a hotel with the theme of a vampire castle, it is modernly built and arranged like a vampire castle. Well, the environment is very gloomy."
Noticing that Osmond, who was monitoring her, looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, she squeezed the microphone a little more tightly, "There is also a vampire sculpture in my room, facing me, it's scary. Why did you choose to live here? Probably Want to exercise your guts—"
While she was doing the choreography, she suddenly felt her arm being pulled away. She didn't pay attention until the tingling pain caused a sudden shiver on her back, "Well..." The other end of the phone was asking her what's wrong, she After prevaricating a few words, he hung up the phone.
Just as she was about to get angry, she heard him whisper, "You're overtime."
"So what... Osmond!"
He didn't care about her exclamation.
Osmond found himself aware of the secret of her blood. Whenever her mood became happy, the blood exuded a seductive fragrance, like the fragrance of flowers, and like the song of the legendary siren, which would lure people to keep going near. Fortunately, she has very little time for real happiness.
He tried it once and found that the sweet blood was really hard to control. No wonder Oswald often sighed to him, "I can't control myself. Her blood is so sweet, but I can't eat it." When he couldn't help it , and just bit her fingertips, licking a drop or two of blood.
Why control yourself
Osmond didn't understand, he sucked her blood heartily, and gradually, his wrist seemed to be unable to satisfy him. And compared to this sweet and greasy taste, he seems to prefer her blood in pain, the bitter taste, taste slowly, endless aftertaste.
He hugged her from behind and put his hand into her blouse. When her cold fingertips touched her waist, her patient emotion and tight body made him feel happy. When she raised her head slightly, he gently bit her neck from the side of her neck.
His actions obviously made her feel uncomfortable, she was resisting with all her heart, her blood gradually lost control, the sweetness faded tremblingly, it became more and more astringent, more and more bitter...
"It hurts..."
He lost control of his movements, and she couldn't help but make a sound.
At this moment, Oswald's voice suddenly came from not far away, "Sakura? Are you here?"