Chapter 287 Blood Clan White Moonlight is a Witch (18)

"This idea is really bold."

Qiao Xi became thoughtful after hearing this, and when she looked up at An Qiluo, there was a hint of smile in her beautiful eyes.

"Do you really want to die?"

She didn't expect that An Qiluo would actually want to do this to her. Qiao Xi didn't care, after all, this was not her body.

In addition, she has also adjusted her facial features.

If you want to be here.

The other vampires didn't even know her.

There is no need to worry about social death. If An Qiluo insists on coming, he will probably be the only one who will suffer social death.

"It doesn't matter if the society is dead or not, the main thing is that I'm greedy for my sister."

Angelo smiled as he took off his epaulettes and put his cloak over her, hiding the girl's off-shoulder evening dress and the ambiguous mark on her snow-white skin.

"Let's go to the room."

The slightly low voice is very ambiguous.

The long cloak that fell down still carried his breath.

The lining is trimmed with luxurious colored flaps, dotted here and there, and edged with soft white velvet.

It has a slightly warm, sweet and light tiramisu aroma.

"Whatever you want."

Qiao Xi untied the chain wrapped around her wrist, straightened An Qiluo's messy collar, and hid the chain and collar around his neck back under his neat uniform.

An Qiluo lowered his eyes and looked at her slender and soft fingers.

Just when Qiao Xi had finished adjusting her collar and was about to put it back, An Qiluo grabbed her hand.

"Then Lord God, do you want to go back now?"

Qiao Xi nodded slightly: "That's fine."

They had been away from the party long enough, and they had seen Axel come out earlier, so they figured that a party would begin next.

"Let's go."

Angelo took her hand and asked the girl to hold him.

The moment he stepped into the banquet hall, Qiao Xi once again witnessed the transformation of An Qiluo's acting skills and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

Maybe everyone who travels through time and space is a movie star or actress.

Dressed in a meticulously neat uniform, with an aloof air of abstinence, this image of a powerful and distinguished Duke perfectly fits the image of every vampire in their hearts.

The dance had already begun a long time ago.

Not far away, there were still vampires chatting and laughing, with men and women dancing together on the dance floor.

When a vampire discovered that Angelo appeared again.

Many people also turned their attention here.

However, when they discovered that the female companion beside the Duke was wearing the Duke's cloak, the other vampires were all stunned.

That wasn't what surprised them.

The glances that were secretly taken over basically fell on the female companion.

And on that neck as elegant as a white swan.

The ambiguous red marks are scattered densely and finely, some deep and some shallow, showing how intense it is.

Their eyes subconsciously turned to the Duke.

My mind is full of doubts.

Isn’t it said that the Duke of the second clan is cold-blooded and not good at interacting with women?

In the past, even if a woman accompanied him to a dinner party, he would maintain a gentlemanly demeanor and behavior.

As they were immersed in the carnival.

The Duke has already left.

The feasts of the blood clan have always been extravagant and decadent. The arrival of night is also the beginning of their revelry, and in such a banquet.

There are usually plenty of rooms available.

Provide for the guests and their female companions, as for what to do in the evening...?

Of course it is to enjoy bliss.

There is also the phenomenon of exchanging blood servants.

As for those human blood servants, they often become deeply infatuated with their masters in such lustful pleasures. The vampires allow this, and the blood servants will be more loyal if they like them.

There's nothing wrong with that.

When An Qiluo brought Qiao Xi to the room, they looked at the various tools here and the excellent location of the room.

Qiao Xi also understood.

"So you're so impatient?"

There is a full-length mirror in the room, and Prince Axel's room is directly opposite the window, so he can see it if he opens the curtains.

"……fine."

Angelo looked at her calmly and said nothing more.

He has to maintain this troublesome persona.

Otherwise, if he lets himself go too much and is seen, his image as a duke will be ruined. It would be better for him to maintain it from the beginning and not let it collapse.

Qiao Xi raised her hand and wiped her face.

The stand-in's facial features that she had adjusted returned to her original appearance. She wasn't particularly interested in this ill-advised play, but she could take advantage of the time when An Qiluo had to maintain his character.

Bully him as much as possible.

"Why do you want Axel to see this?"

Qiao Xi herself did not have such a bad taste, and could not understand An Qiluo's thoughts.

"Hmm—probably jealousy."

Angelo sat lazily on the side with one hand and legs crossed, and unbuttoned his collar a little to reveal the collar around his neck.

Under the deliberately dim lights in the room.

His hair was a little messy, and his collarbone was faintly visible through his slightly open collar. He just sat there and looked at Qiao Xi leisurely.

Those dark and deep eyes.

There were many emotions that she didn't want to understand, and after all the madness was restrained, only calmness and depth remained.

After becoming quiet, he seemed to have really matured.

The man's slender hands with distinct joints tapped the cold table from time to time when Qiao Xi looked over.

He pondered for a moment and looked away.

"Will you let me touch you?"

Qiao Xi thought seriously: "Subjectively speaking, I don't care, but objectively speaking, I don't."

She walked up to Angelo.

Looking at the person in front of her in the dim light, Qiao Xi raised her hand and stroked his cheek. An Qiluo pursed his thin lips and remained unmoved, but his dark and deep eyes looked at her quietly.

Qiao Xi closed her beautiful eyes slightly.

The hand that was originally stroking the man's cheek slid down and pinched Angelo's chin, causing the man to look up at her slightly.

"What about you? Do you like it when a man touches you?"

She asked.

The cold voice seemed so calm that it couldn't stir up any waves. It was clearly the most plain tone, but An Qiluo felt as if his scars were being exposed for no reason.

It's not sarcasm, but it's more than sarcasm.

It would only embarrass Angelo.

He was already disgusted with what he had done in the past, and when he wanted to touch Qiao Xi, he was brought up at this moment.

Disgusted?

You will definitely feel disgusted with your past self.

But he had no way of answering this question, and it was difficult for him to speak out. It was simply impossible for him to say it out loud.

An Qiluo could only look away and not look at Qiao Xi.

However, the girl had no intention of stopping.

"When a man hugs you, you want to hug me. If it were a normal person's reaction, do you know how the other person would feel?"

Qiao Xi's beautiful eyes curved slightly, and her rosy lips curled slightly.

The witch's stunningly beautiful face that captivated everyone was alluring and alluring. An Qiluo didn't say anything, but his slightly stiff body betrayed his inner uneasiness at the moment.

He knows.

He knew it very well, even though he had asked and tested Qiao Xi's attitude before.

But Qiao Xi neither refused nor agreed.

He had at least a glimmer of hope, a feeling that he still had a chance. But now that he was about to hear the answer, even that hope was completely shattered?

An Qiluo suddenly didn't want her to speak.

Even if it's ambiguous and unclear like this, it doesn't matter, but I just don't want to hear it from her mouth -

"It's disgusting."

Qiao Xi said softly, her eyes also lingering on the man's lips.

Angelo's hands, hanging by his side, clenched at this moment. As expected—even though he had been mentally prepared.

It should have been calm.

Yet, every clear syllable that fell was like a blunt knife cutting open his heart and tearing off his healed scars.

Let him do it again.

Face the filth of the past and face the facts that cannot be changed.

"……I know."

Now it is no longer a question of whether to maintain the character or not.

Angelo wanted to move on from this topic as usual, but at this moment, a heavy pain weighed on his heart.

Accompanied by a morbid love that has long been distorted.

Constantly torturing him.

It was precisely because he knew, and knew his past better than Qiao Xi did.

The delusion of putting the past behind him and possessing her would not work in front of the absolutely rational Qiao Xi.

"Then you should be well aware that thoughts that shouldn't be held should not exist. And whether these ideas of yours can be realized depends on me, Your Excellency the Duke."

She giggled and let go of Angelo.

The sweet voice was as soft as if it had fallen into a jar of honey, but the words it spoke were like a knife tempered with deadly poison.

"If the person you're hugging has been on top of someone else, and that person was the bottom, would you find it dirty and disgusting?"

Her beautiful eyes drooped lazily as An Qiluo asked her the second half of the question.

now.

Qiao Xi returned the question and let him answer it himself.

"Now, please be a good puppy."

The girl's hand gently stroked his arm, and the tense muscles gradually relaxed when she touched them through the uniform.

until--

Qiao Xi placed her slender hand on his clenched fist.

An Qiluo lowered his eyes slightly, and his slightly messy hair blocked some of the scattered light in his pupils.

Will he feel sick?

Of course it will. Both physically and mentally, it feels dirty and unacceptable, and I even feel like the world has completely collapsed.

So what about Qiao Xi?

Angelo had no idea what she was really thinking.

There was an intense struggle and hesitation in the depths of his eyes. Seeing this, Qiao Xi moved closer and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Do you have an answer?"

Her charming voice, as soft and sweet as marshmallow, was accompanied by a soft dragonfly kiss on the cheek.

In the end, all the struggles and hesitations finally gave way.

"Um."

There is an answer.

He knew that Qiao Xi did it on purpose, just to tell him openly that if she continued to tease him like this, she would enjoy seeing him make a fool of himself.

Angelo knew it.

He wanted Qiao Xi to touch him, even if it was just to play with him, he would be happy to do so.

Perhaps his soul had already been corroded.

But he still longed for the day when he could hug Qiao Xi in person and touch the girl.

But he couldn't, and really didn't dare to blaspheme his gods.

Even if I had this idea.

If Qiao Xi didn't allow it, he would never be able to do anything. In this case, why not become a captive of the gods completely?