Chapter 575: Blood Clan Loyal Butler vs. Godly Lady 5
Quan Jiu was wearing a white cake-like puffy skirt, with her fluffy blonde hair tied into two small buns. She was holding a glass of watermelon juice in her two small hands, and there were suspected juice stains on the corners of her mouth.
She was actually very familiar with the "kidnapper" in front of her.
Lu Zewen, Lu Zhiyao’s biological brother.
He is the third child in the Louis family.
He has a congenital emotional deficiency disorder, is emotionally cold and lacks empathy, and even treats his biological parents with indifference and alienation.
Such a personality is naturally suitable for being a cold-blooded and ruthless capitalist. Lu Zewen did not disappoint everyone. On the surface, he was a famous CEO in China, but privately he ran a blood club that specialized in providing fresh human blood for vampires.
In the original plot, Lu Zewen was indifferent to the heroine from beginning to end. When he heard the news of the heroine's death, he was only surprised for a moment, and went on vacation to the island with his partners in the afternoon, without being affected at all.
Being targeted by such an inhumane blood-sucking ghost will definitely not end well.
Lu Zewen looked at the scruffy little devil and couldn't see how she looked like a god.
Quan Jiu was still recalling the plot when he was suddenly grabbed by the collar and lifted up.
Her feet were dangling in the air, and she frowned uncomfortably.
The man showed no mercy to the woman: "What's so special about your gods?"
Quan Jiu: "..."
According to the timeline, the original owner doesn't even know that he is a god. The gods will not activate their first skill until they are at least three years old.
She blinked her eyes: "I tell you, can you let me go?"
Lu Zewen said indifferently: "No."
"Then why should I tell you." Quan Jiu refused as if it was a matter of course.
Lu Zewen tapped his chin slowly with his fingertips.
It seems that he is just a little devil with a bad temper.
The man seemed to be busy with work, and his computer and mobile phone kept ringing notifications from time to time. Quan Jiu was left alone in the living room. She tried to open the door and escape, but found that all the door locks in the villa required fingerprints.
She looked helpless and could only turn on the projector. The series that Lu Zewen subscribed to were all documentaries from various countries, and they were also unsubtitled. She clicked on a legend about the vampires and started watching.
When Lu Zewen went downstairs, he saw Quan Jiu curled up on the sofa, wrapped like a dumpling with only his head sticking out.
The little girl has a rosy face, delicate skin, a chubby face full of baby fat, blue eyes that take up most of her face, and long, thick eyelashes, like a row of small fans.
She seemed to see the doubtful part, her brows were knotted, her moist pink lips were tightly pursed, and she looked like a burnt marshmallow, wrinkled.
It was also at this moment that Lu Zewen deeply felt that this was a genuine cub of God.
At least in terms of appearance, no one can match her looks.
A slight itch came between the teeth, and the man's red tongue moved slightly, and the fangs that were eager to stick out retracted again.
He opened the door and picked up the takeout, which was a very rich meal with six dishes and two soups.
Lu Zewen took out a goblet, but there was no red wine on the table.
Quan Jiu looked at the empty glass and asked, "Aren't you going to drink?"
Lu Zewen looked at her with a half-smile, the warm yellow light making his eyes look mysterious.
"Of course there are things that taste better than wine."
A chill ran down Quan Jiu's back.
Lu Zewen spread out the exquisitely folded handkerchief on the table, and inside it lay a silver needle shining with a cold light.
Quan Jiu: "..."
Lu Zewen was a mysophobe and never bit her directly to suck blood. He would always pierce her with a fruit knife or a silver needle to draw blood.
His tone was gentlemanly and polite: "At this point, a small bite will do."
He drew a line on the wall of the goblet, about half a centimeter from the bottom of the cup.
Quan Jiu felt a dull pain in his fingers.
"One drop is okay?" she negotiated.
Lu Zewen folded his hands elegantly in front of his abdomen and said nothing, obviously meaning that there was no room for negotiation.
Quan Jiu did not intend to use any tricks to torture herself. The other party was lacking in emotions and was not a normal person. She would not gain any sympathy by pretending to be pitiful.
"Mr. Lu Zewen, you are really not a gentleman at all." She directly cut her left index finger with a knife.
Bright red blood flowed down the index finger, and a rich and tempting aroma suddenly filled the air.
Lu Zewen's nonchalant expression immediately changed. His black pupils shrank sharply, and his gaze was fixed on the wall of the cup.
Quan Jiu didn't notice anything unusual about her. She was too short, and when she sat on the chair, her head was just barely above the table. She raised her arm and barely managed to point her index finger at the rim of the goblet.
The red liquid slowly meandered down, climbing over the crystal clear wall of the cup. The solidified liquid looked like the five-pointed star-shaped window grilles condensed on the glass windows in winter.
Lu Zewen's Adam's apple moved slightly, his expression was calm, but his heaving chest revealed his true emotions.
He looked at the drop of blood hanging on Quan Jiu's fingertip, and reached out his hand as if possessed by a ghost, holding her wrist.
Quan Jiu was startled and turned to look at him. After noticing the strange look in his eyes, he shrank back in his chair and distanced himself from him.
"Lu Zewen?"
All Lu Zewen could see was the red on her fingertips, and he couldn't hear her voice at all. The man forcibly grasped her wrist, his thin lips slowly approached, and his sharp white fangs extended...
Quan Jiu cursed inwardly and immediately wiped the wound with the hem of her skirt and covered it.
Seeing Lu Zewen so out of control, she seriously doubted that he could suck her into a meat jerky.
The blood bead suddenly disappeared, Lu Zewen's brows furrowed in displeasure, and his consciousness returned a little.
He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes slightly closed, but the fragrance in the air lingered in his nose for a long time and would not dissipate.
He didn't like the feeling of being out of control, but at that moment just now, he really was out of control.
Lu Zewen opened his eyes again, and when his gaze fell on the bloodstains remaining in the glass, his once clear vision became hazy again. A red light flashed in his black pupils, and there were signs of a faint eruption...
Quan Jiu looked at the man who seemed to be becoming increasingly abnormal, picked up her princess dress, and ran upstairs.
Lu Zewen did not chase after him. He picked up the goblet with his slender fingers, put his nose close to the rim of the glass, and took a deep sniff, as if he was savoring the aroma of a mellow aged wine.
Two sharp little fangs slowly emerged. He licked the fangs with the tip of his tongue, opened his thin lips slightly, and slowly drank the blood in the cup.
The sweet and clear taste made him narrow his eyes slightly, as if he was enjoying the ultimate pleasure.
…
Quan Jiu randomly entered a room and locked the door, only to find that it was actually a piano room.
She climbed onto the piano stool and began to recall Lu Zewen's abnormality.
In the original plot, the original owner's divine blood was attractive to the four brothers, but it was just attractive, and there would never be a scene out of control like the one just now.
It was as if he wanted to swallow her whole, leaving not a drop of blood behind...
She took a deep breath, found a clean-looking towel, and wrapped the wound on her index finger tightly.
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