Her breath approached, and Morris opened his eyes and asked with a smile: "Does your Majesty want to sleep with me?"
"No, I'm tired from playing." She sat on the sofa, blood mist lingering around her, propping up her head to look at him, "You go to sleep."
Morris sat up and patted the bed next to him. "Would your Majesty like to come sit over here?"
Navina thought for a while, took off her shoes, and sat cross-legged on the bed, "You invited me."
"Well, I invited you." Morris covered her with the quilt and put the phone in the middle of the bed. "This is the dividing line."
Navina said nothing, just lay down and closed her eyes.
Morris saw her pretending to sleep and laughed, "Your Majesty, when you stay at someone else's house, do you always live directly in their bedroom?"
Normally I act like I’m arrogant, cold and proud, but now I look quite cute.
"I've never stayed in someone else's house before, so can't I live in the bedroom?" She opened her eyes and sat up, her tone sounding matter-of-fact but with a hint of doubt, and she looked energetic and didn't look like she could fall asleep.
In her opinion, she should use the best wherever she goes. Her servants think so, and her father and mother also taught her so.
"...Yes." Morris was silent for a moment, "It sounds like I have had many firsts with Her Majesty the Queen."
What kind of education did she receive?
She moved in front of him and put her stern face closer to him, "Have you ever let anyone else sleep in your bed?"
She won't sleep with someone else again after having slept with him.
"No, besides me, only Her Majesty the Queen has slept with her."
"That's more like it."
Morris glanced at his phone, "Your Majesty, you have crossed the line."
Navina's eyes flashed red, and she sat up straight as if she was disappointed, with blood mist wrapped around her body. "I'm going back. I won't stay here anymore."
Her teeth were itching, but the blood contract only allowed her to drink blood, and he had no obligation to give her teeth. If she drank too much blood and drained him dry, she would never be able to find blood that tastes so good again.
What's the name of that term that came from the East? Oh, sustainable development.
Morris reached out and pulled her out of the blood mist, and she fell into his arms.
"What?" His breath was so fragrant that it made her fangs pop out. Navina's eyes became redder and her voice sounded a little resentful.
You say you admire her, but that's fake. You can only look but not bite, and you can't even get close to her. You might as well go back.
As expected, being a vampire shouldn’t be too principled. What her dead father said might be right.
Morris felt that she was a little arrogant. It was obviously she who wanted to come and live here, but she was the one who said she couldn't, and she could run away anytime and anywhere.
"You can cross the line." He said helplessly, because he wanted her to stay.
Being so close, it's hard to say who will be unable to hold back first.
Navina felt a little happier, and her irritable mood improved. She pressed her fingers on his neck, looking for the right position.
Morris tensed up, feeling a little itchy. "Your Majesty, what is your real purpose here?"
Navina gritted her teeth and said, "I won't bite you."
Morris put his hands behind his back, "If you don't bite me, then what are you doing now?"
Navina pushed him onto the bed, pressed on him, and ripped open his collar.
Her soft body covered him, and Morris's breathing stagnated. "Navina, didn't your family teach you not to do this to men?"
"So what? What do you think I want to do to you?" There was too little flesh on the neck, so it was not easy to rub.
He choked, "Forget it, Her Majesty the Queen can only do this to me."
Navina ignored him and pulled his collar open a little more, revealing his strong shoulders. She found the right spot and bit it.
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