"I require you not to have a girlfriend, not to have a lover, not to be lustful, and then, become my blood bank."

"If the blood is not clean, it won't taste so good." Navina has very high requirements for blood. It is not easy to find a person's blood to drink. If it has any other taste, she will be so angry that she will fall asleep.

"I'll come to see you at least once every two weeks."

"Okay, how do we sign the blood contract?"

He agreed so readily that Navina felt it was too easy. "You really care about human safety. Just give me another bite."

Shouldn't normal humans hate vampires?

"Okay." Morris moved closer to her, "What blood bank am I in, Her Majesty the Queen?"

"The first one." Navina frowned and retracted her hand. "Why are you so close?"

Seeing her a little embarrassed, Morris felt better. "So Her Majesty the Queen has only drunk my blood?"

"You should feel honored."

"Well, it's an honor indeed."

Navina felt as if she was being teased and had no authority in front of him, so she let the blood mist send him to the throne.

The feeling of flying in the air lasted only for a moment, and she fell down the next moment. She leaned forward and grasped his collar with her fingertips.

Her fingertips touched his skin, which was a little cold. Morris raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt, "Your Majesty."

Navina turned and stared at him, her eyes flashing red.

"Enjoy it." He pulled open his collar and smiled.

Navina felt that this human was a little abnormal; he was too positive.

Morris looked at her beautiful bloodshot eyes, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Why does your Majesty always have so many concerns? This is your territory, isn't it?"

"Shut up."

Morris stopped talking and leaned leisurely against her throne, watching her staring at him in thought.

The blood mist wrapped around his body, tightly binding his limbs.

Morris glanced at the rope-like blood mist and paid no attention to it.

She unconsciously rubbed his neck with her fingertips, causing his body to tense a little, and Morris held his breath slightly.

Navina sniffed his scent, which was very clean and fragrant. After confirming that there was no problem, she lowered her head and pierced her fangs into his skin, enjoying the sweetness of his blood.

The slightly cool lips covered her neck, and Morris broke free from the blood mist. He placed his hand lightly on her lower back and looked down at her.

No wonder others say that they don’t feel pain when their blood is sucked, and they may even feel very excited. Coupled with some indescribable feelings, the feeling is really wonderful.

The next moment, Morris felt that he suddenly had some invisible connection with her.

There was a swallowing sound, and she retracted her fangs, looked at the bloody hole on his neck, frowned as if she had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and pressed her lips against his.

Morris' body tensed again, and he tilted his head, his eyes falling on her lips for a moment, and then he met her eyes.

The satisfaction and pleasure were evident on her face.

He smiled and said, "It seems that Her Majesty likes my blood very much."

"If I don't like you, you have no right to negotiate with me." After eating, Navina's attitude became better, and she pressed her fingertips on the place where she had sucked blood before.

The blood contract was successful, which means he did it voluntarily.

She was very satisfied with the blood bank which was good-looking and had sweet blood.

Seeing that he looked very good, Navina nodded in her heart. It seemed that he was a little unaccustomed to it last time because it was his first time.

It smells so good, my teeth are itching again.

Navina couldn't help but tear his clothes open a little more, revealing the skin from his collarbone to his right shoulder.

"Your Majesty, are you teasing me?" Morris was a little surprised, and the hand on her waist unconsciously used a little force.

Like a little slut.

Navina paused, pulled his clothes back, and the blood mist lifted her up, and she disappeared into the hall, "Go, it's almost dawn, I want to go to bed."

Her temperature still remained on his skin, and her scent was still in the air. Morris raised his hand to fasten his collar and whispered, "Bastard."

Eat and run.

After leaving the hall, Sif and Arak were waiting outside.