He held her fingers and kissed the back of them gently. He raised his eyes to look at her, and pulled her hand to his cheek. "I want to hear the Queen's true words."

"I thought so." Navina's fingers moved involuntarily.

Morris squeezed his hand between her fingers and said, "I miss Your Majesty, too. I miss you very much, every day."

"Since you miss me so much, I'll kiss you." She kissed him on the neck.

"Why the neck kiss?"

"Probably the first time I kissed you was on your neck, and the one I kissed the most was also your neck." For vampires, the neck is the most attractive because they can drink blood from it.

"Okay, then I'll kiss your majesty too." Morris lowered his head and kissed her neck gently.

The warm lips pressed against her skin, bringing a slight tingling sensation. Navina lowered her eyes to look at him.

Morris raised his head, met her warm gaze, and kissed her lips, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Navina tilted her head and nodded, "I feel itchy."

Hearing that, he smiled and held the back of her neck, kissed and bit her lips, then slightly pulled away and said, "Then kiss for a while, and the itchiness will go away after a while."

She is really cute.

After saying that, he pushed open her lips and went deep into her, taking her breath bit by bit.

Perhaps because she is a vampire who likes darkness, her body temperature is low and her lips are a little cold, but very soft. At this moment, she gradually absorbs his temperature during the kiss and her breathing gradually warms up.

The feeling of the kiss spread, gradually covering the tingling at the tip of her heart. A sense of satisfaction filled her heart. Navina trembled her eyelashes, controlling herself from showing her fangs.

Her eyes were moist when he was released, and Morris kissed the corner of her eye, "Does it still itch? If so, kiss me again."

Navina was confused, but shook her head subconsciously.

There was a knock on the door of the hall. Navina controlled the blood mist and let herself get down from his arms and sit on the chair next to him.

The maids brought the meal up and left soon.

Morris reached out and hooked her finger, "Your Majesty, are you hungry?"

Navina rested her elbows on the armrests, supported her face with her hands and looked at him, "I'm not hungry, you can eat by yourself."

Morris poured her half a glass of red wine and had a quick midnight snack himself.

After dinner, Morris looked at Her Majesty the Queen, who was lying on the chair in a daze. He went over to pick her up and sat in her original position. "Your Majesty, where should I sleep?"

Navina came back to her senses, "Where do you want to sleep?"

"Of course I want to sleep in Her Majesty's bed."

"Then you can sleep in my bed."

"Your Majesty is so kind." Morris glanced at the small tomatoes on the table, "Would you like some fruit?"

"Um."

Morris brought them over and fed them to her one by one, "Your Majesty, I want to eat too."

"Then eat." She raised her eyes. It's not like she wouldn't give him food.

"I want Her Majesty the Queen to feed me." He pressed the cherry tomato against her lips.

Navina opened her mouth, picked up a small tomato and prepared to hand it to him.

He leaned over, bit off the tomato she had held between her fingers, pressed his lips against hers, and smiled, "Sweet."

Navina was stunned for a moment, and the small tomato in her hand turned a corner and went into her mouth. She turned her head and a noticeable pink color appeared on the tip of her overly white ear.

Morris held her waist and asked with a smile, "Why aren't you shy when you kiss, but are you shy when you do this?"