"I was afraid that you would attack me first, so I took the initiative. Who knows what you were planning to do hiding there?"

"Well, it's my fault for scaring Her Majesty."

"That's more like it."

"Did Her Majesty kiss me the first time she drank blood because she really has OCD?"

"There is one thing. You are good-looking, but those two holes don't look good there. It doesn't match."

Morris rubbed her cheek and said, "You really don't feel sorry for me at all?"

Navina thought for a moment and said, "Maybe. I can't really tell you why."

He was in a good mood and kissed the corner of her lips, "Your Majesty is so kind."

"Are you a bit of a masochist? I bit you, then kissed you and you said I was nice."

"We are different races. You are a special vampire. This is your habit as a vampire."

"At that time, this was a deal between you and me. There was only an exchange of interests in the deal. There was no kissing involved. But you kissed me. This was your selfish desire beyond your interests. I'm glad that you felt sorry for me for a moment."

"Then this brief moment is the key for me to pry open the door to your heart. Her Majesty the Queen has me in her heart, so I was able to get close to Her Majesty the Queen later."

Navina poked him in the chest and said, "You make a very logical point. It's a pity that you don't study psychology and debate."

He is a person who pays great attention to details, analyzing himself and her. If he were to engage in political scheming, it would be difficult for him not to succeed, but he used all his little tricks on her.

Moreover, the words he often said could easily make her feel soft-hearted, or to put it bluntly, he was playing with her heart.

"It's not a pity. Only by becoming a blood hunter can you get to know Her Majesty the Queen." It is also because as a blood hunter, you must always be alert to those things lurking beneath the surface, otherwise you will be killed by vampires if you are not careful.

After chatting for a long time, Morris felt better and kissed her face. "Would you like some water?"

After talking so much, you must be thirsty.

"want."

Morris got up and poured her some water, then sat on the bed to feed her.

Navina's eyes fell on his open pajamas.

Morris fed her half a glass of water, and she drank the rest. After putting the glass away, he tapped her wrist, held her hand and placed it on her abdomen, and asked with a smile, "Do you like it?"

She nodded, "I like it."

He pressed her down on the bed, his hands grasped her waist without any obstruction, and moved his hands upwards to hold her, "I like Her Majesty the Queen, too..."

Navina's body stiffened and she bound his hands with a blood mist, "You rascal."

Morris was not affected at all, and with his other hand he pinched the soft flesh on her waist, "This is not called hooliganism between engaged couples, this is called enhancing feelings."

"Hmm...my teeth are itchy."

He pulled open his pajamas, exposing his shoulders, looking ready to be picked, "Grind your teeth for Her Majesty the Queen."

Faced with his temptation, Navina bit his shoulder rudely.

Morris bent down and kissed the side of her face, his fingers gently circling her waist, his fingertips rubbing her delicate skin.

She shuddered slightly, her eyelashes trembled and she bit her teeth harder.

He lowered his head and kissed the side of her face, then gently kissed behind her ears and neck, leaving a little unclear ambiguous red mark, and his warm breath fell on her neck.

Navina relented and bit his chin, "Don't mess around."

Morris smiled and kissed her, "Your Majesty, you are rubbing me like this, I feel itchy, can't you kiss me?"