Anlia slowly approached Mino. The other person's quiet temperament was simply fascinating.
She locked her eyes with Mino and asked him softly, "Are you waiting for me?"
Mino did not answer her, but just showed a half-smile. Just a smile made Anlia's heart tremble. She was a little impatient and wanted to hug Mino, but Mino pushed open the door of the room.
The rooms here are all prepared for some nobles. Almost all the people who come to watch the opera are nobles. Vampires have always been very casual. When they want to suck blood or roll in the sheets, they never care about the occasion. Even for nobles, it’s the same, but nobles have to be more particular, so this is the meaning of the existence of these rooms.
Seeing Mino like this, Anlia couldn't wait to enter the room.
She began to fantasize about how to have a perfect and soul-deep encounter with this slave belonging to Duke Delis. The innocent expression on her face disappeared, replaced by a mature and charming style.
Anlia sat on the bed, stretched out her hands and slowly untied her dress, revealing her chest, which was like a ripe fruit, half exposed and half covered. She stared at Mino with seductive eyes: "Believe me, you will be very happy. That woman, Delis, doesn't know what enjoyment is. Don't worry, even if we do it today, I won't tell Delis. I think you need some relief, too, right?"
Her eyes glanced at Mino's lower body intentionally or unintentionally.
"Miss, do you know what will happen if you offend me?"
Anlia didn't regard this as a threat at all, but rather as a pleasure. She lay on the bed with her arms and legs spread out, and used one hand to knead the towering fruit through her clothes, kneading it into various seductive shapes, as if she was facing me head-on.
Mino approached her. Anlia's desire was already rising. She swallowed her saliva, waiting for Mino's hand to rescue her. Mino's lips got closer and closer. When they were close, he said, "It doesn't matter if you offend me, but I won't allow you to offend her. So, Miss, you should leave."
Anlia's eyes widened, and before she could say anything, she saw Mino raise his hand, and her whole body turned into ashes in an instant. The beautiful dress, without the support of her flesh, scattered on the pile of ashes.
Mino was very satisfied with Anlia's new look and couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"Miss, I think you are most beautiful like this."
He hummed a song as he pushed open the window. A gust of wind blew in from outside, blowing the pile of ashes to all corners of the room. The man standing in front of the window had disappeared.
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Junli waited for a while and found that Mino had not returned yet and the boring opera was still being performed on the stage. She was not interested in opera. If Mino was not curious, even if she wanted to set up a plan, she would not have come to watch it so boredly.
After waiting for a few more minutes, Mino still didn't come back, so Junli decided to go find him in person.
Before I stood up, someone suddenly sat down next to me.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered it was the slave named Phil.
Phil imitated Mino and called her softly, "My Lord."
Unlike Mino, Mino was always confident when calling her, and she liked Mino calling her that. Although Phil's voice was nice, it was too shy and artificial.
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