However, after a while, Morsis realized that the other party had only bitten his neck and was not sucking his blood.
When she released him, Morsis looked at her timidly, not understanding what she meant. He just seemed very afraid.
"Are you afraid of me?" Wan Ge could tell very well that the other party was acting on purpose.
Morsis didn't speak, but simply pursed her lips tightly.
Wan Ge leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Are you scared or excited?"
A hint of surprise flashed across Morsis's eyes, as if she had been discovered. Was she that perceptive? Had she already noticed that she was happy?
"Little thing, do you know there's something even more pleasurable than sucking blood?" He used to love that.
Drinking blood is a very pleasurable thing for vampires, and Morsis really doesn't know what could be more pleasurable for vampires than drinking blood.
Morsis was pushed onto the bed, looking as if she wanted to resist but couldn't.
Morsis could feel her, and she immediately tore open his shirt. He didn't know what she wanted to do to him, but she lowered her head and kissed him.
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Morsis hadn't come to her senses yet; her mind was still blank, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the joy she had just experienced.
At this moment, the woman beside him had already dressed herself with magic and turned to leave without any hesitation.
When Morsis stood up to walk with her, she glanced at him. Her expression seemed to say, "You lowly slave, you think you can come with me?"
Morsis had hoped this would be the case from the beginning, but I inexplicably felt a slight unease. Happiness was the majority of my feelings; I just felt that perhaps I hadn't adapted yet, and that it would be fine once I did.
Morsis had intended to provoke her, so seeing him in this state, she still decided to follow him.
Wan Ge understood what the other person meant, so she didn't look at him again. She simply left his room and returned to her own.
Morsis was stopped at the door of his room. The butler stood aside, though he didn't know why His Majesty seemed tired. But since she had summoned him, there must be something wrong.
The moment the butler saw Morsis following behind her, he understood that Wan Ge wanted him to stop her.
Morsis disliked hearing the other woman call him a lowly slave, even though her attitude was somewhat similar to Wange's. He wouldn't allow anyone else to say that about him, except for her.
The butler wanted to say a few more words, but at that moment the man in front of him suddenly looked up at him.
The butler could assure him that he had never experienced such a gaze before. The other person's eyes gave him the feeling that they could kill him immediately, and the sense of oppression was very strong. This was simply not something a human being should have.
The butler seemed to realize something, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. Could it be that the other party was not an ordinary human from the beginning, but was actually sent by the Demon King? Then his identity should not just be an ordinary blood slave.
At first, he was wondering why the Demon King would bestow a blood slave upon His Majesty for no reason, but now he seems to know something.
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