This is how Lester became strong in his previous life. He absorbed Ireland's blood and killed a third-generation vampire in one move. So, Ireland is really strong.

With a treasure trove nearby, Xihe would certainly not go far away.

During the day, she treated Ireland coldly and ignored him, as she disliked him for delaying her search for a second spring. At night, she would stop him from leaving and would not let him go until she had sucked his blood.

Now Xihe can stand in the sun without an umbrella.

But she felt it was not enough. Sooner or later, they would have a big battle with Lester, and she had to be stronger.

One of the parties involved, Ireland, had nothing to say about this.

He had a vague feeling that he was being toyed with. This woman was so hateful!

How, how could she do this to him?

Ireland's entire body was burning with heat, and something inside him was about to stir. He tried to suppress his impulses several times, wanting to kill the person right there and then, but that person just didn't know what danger was. He clung to him like an octopus, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull himself off...

Ailande looked up at the sky speechlessly. Did he owe her in his previous life?

belch--

Xihe was full.

She let go of him without any regrets, then straightened her clothes, like a prostitute who had just finished: "Good night, Mr. Ireland, I wish you a good dream tonight."

He opened the door and leisurely returned to his room.

The dog raised his thumb and said, "When it comes to dogs, I'm not as good as you." He is so heartless.

Xihe shrugged. "Can you blame me for this? He's just being stubborn. The meat was already in his mouth, but he still refused to eat it. He kept saying that we were inappropriate in this or that. He deserves it."

She had to suck blood to become stronger, but he refused to do so. What did this have to do with her?

After Xihe absorbed the blood, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep in a short while.

Ailande stared at the dark ceiling across the wall and couldn't fall asleep. Although he had long wanted to sleep, he usually lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest, but tonight he was too restless to calm down.

Suddenly, he sat up, went into the bathroom barefoot and didn't come out for a long time.

The next morning, Xihe didn't see Ailander at the dining table, but she didn't care. After all, this guy would be awkward for a long time after sucking blood. But... Xihe suddenly laughed softly. She almost forgot how he looked when she first met him.

As usual, Xihe strolled around the entire manor and arrived at the greenhouse.

Ireland was wearing a loose white shirt and black pants. She was concentrating on mixing the perfume with a focused expression and elegant movements.

The perfume he made was expensive, but because of its exceptionally pleasant scent, countless noble ladies flocked to it. Even though a small bottle cost several hundred gold coins, it did not dampen their enthusiasm.

On the contrary, due to its scarcity, many people were unable to buy it even after queuing up, and kept urging it to be restocked.

Xihe walked over, put his head close to his neck, showed his sharp teeth, and bit him.

Ireland paused, then tilted his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the movement of his hands.

Xihe's 'Gudong Gudong' is delicious.

After drinking, Xihe relaxed and the wound healed quickly.

Xihe looked at the person who was working non-stop, still conscientiously making perfume, and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, what's going on? Wouldn't it have exploded by now?"

Of course, this does not mean that Ireland is irritable. He is still very gentlemanly and elegant in front of outsiders.

Maybe it was because she was too pushy, or maybe it was because they were honest with each other and knew each other's secrets, so he rarely pretended in front of her and revealed his true colors.

Manic, cold, and a little indulgent towards her.

But today, she was a little too quiet, wasn't she? Had he been defeated by her shamelessness? Had he decided to give up?

Xihe's eyes lit up, and he bent down and suddenly put his face right under his eyelids: "Hey."

Ireland glanced at her, moved her little head away, and continued fiddling with the spices.

He had long, slender fingers that were very flexible. Through his hands, the flowers and seasonings were transformed little by little into perfumes with a strong aroma, which dripped from the vessels into the glass bottles.

Xihe leaned forward again: "Lord Ailande?"

Ireland didn't look away.

Xihe snuggled into his arms, put her arms around his neck, pressed her soft body against his broad chest, sniffed here and there, and Ireland's eyelids twitched.

Xihe opened his mouth and curiously studied his teeth, muttering, "They're not big. How come they become so long when they bite me?"

Ireland: ...quickened his movements.

Xihe's fingers touched the protruding Adam's apple, the hard chest, and reached into the little head...Ailander suddenly picked him up, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them fell on the bed.

It was dusk outside, the setting sun shone in, and the large roses looked gorgeous.

Ireland leaned over, supporting his arms on either side of her. His eyes were red to the point of being dark and deep, and his eyes were dark, with heavy flames rolling in them that were threatening to burn her.

His cold face became charming, his eyes were dark red, and his skin looked like cold jade.

His slender fingers stroked Xihe's neck and he raised his lips slightly: "I told you not to mess with me, but you just didn't listen." His fingertips rubbed the back of her neck.

A shiver ran from the back of his neck to his tailbone, and Xihe shivered uncontrollably.

"So, what?"

"so……"

Ailande's eyes grew darker: "Don't cry later."

Xihe's eyes lit up, and Ailande paused, suddenly feeling a little regretful. Was this a punishment or a reward? However, the arrow was on the string and there was no room for retreat.

He waved his hand, and the window slammed shut, with the curtains blocking out the light inside.

The waist in his hands was thin and soft, and the woman above was like a beautiful enchantress, with every frown and smile full of charm. Ireland looked at her in fascination.

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