Morris pulled her to sit down and stood behind her to blow dry her hair.

He ran his fingers through her hair, and Navina leaned lazily against it, supporting herself with the blood mist.

Morris pinched her face and said, "Your Majesty really knows how to enjoy yourself."

Navina glanced at him but didn't bother with him. After all, he would be her husband in the future, so it wouldn't be a problem to pinch him.

Morris suppressed the smile in his eyes. Her Majesty the Queen might have forgotten that he is a hunter in a double sense.

After blowing her hair, she thanked him and went to the bedroom to sleep.

Morris put down the hair dryer and followed her in. After she covered herself with the quilt, he also got into bed.

Navina was just thinking about occupying the big bed and preparing to sleep in a mess at night. When she saw him coming up, she asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to work?"

Morris charged his phone and said, "Because vampires are active at night, we usually work at night. Now it's daytime, so of course we need to rest."

"Then why did you sleep at night before?"

"So it's normal, but there are also extraordinary times." Morris stretched out his hand to her, "Your Majesty, will you give me some quilt?"

She took over everything, pressing one piece on top of the other, and his bed was full of her scent.

Navina rolled over, covered him with half the quilt, snuggled into his arms, bit him and gritted her teeth.

Morris hugged her waist tightly, "Your Majesty, isn't your teething period over?"

Sometimes I really don’t want to be a gentleman, it’s quite painful.

"I want to rub it." Her teeth itched when she got close to him, so she rubbed it for a while without breaking the skin.

Navina was not surprised at all that he knew about his teething period. As a blood hunter, she didn't know what kind of blood hunter she was if vampires had a teething period.

Morris stroked her head with his hand. "Are all the relationships between humans and vampires that have signed blood contracts like ours? Sleeping in the same bed, living in the same room, and even hugging and cuddling."

"No, this queen values ​​you, so don't ask so many questions. Smart humans should ask fewer questions."

Morris tapped her shoulder with his fingertips. She didn't lie, but she didn't tell him the truth either.

Navina looked up and stared at his lips.

Mm, it’s very kissable and soft.

Noticing her gaze, Morris lowered his eyes and asked, "What is your Majesty thinking about?"

She looked at him for a while before looking away and closing her eyes. "Go to sleep."

Morris pinched her face and pulled the quilt over her feet.

Is he her secret lover? He doesn't even have an identity.

After a while, she fell asleep in his arms.

Morris kissed her forehead. Should he cooperate with her or hold her down? This is a question worth thinking about.

Waking at dusk, Maurice went to make dinner.

Dinner was ready, and Her Majesty the Queen came out to eat on time.

Morris handed her the cutlery, crossed his arms and asked, "Your Majesty, are you not going to greet me tonight?"

"Oh, good evening." Navina put the tableware neatly in place.

"Is there something missing?"

Navina brought him over with a blood mist, and Morris was pulled forward by her, his hands resting on both sides of her seat, his lips pressed against her forehead.

The warm touch covered her, and Navina held her breath, her heart beating wildly.

After coming back to her senses, she suddenly held his face with both hands, her bloodshot eyes met his, and her tone was full of disbelief: "You kissed me?!"

Morris suppressed the corner of his mouth that was about to curl up, "An unexpected event, Your Majesty."

It is clearly a cold and elegant face. When it has no expression, people are afraid to approach it, but when it has an expression, it becomes very lively and vivid.