Nighttime, Victoria's domestic service.
Colleen was making a racket in the kitchen, while Ellen was scrolling through her phone.
Fagar finally had some free time, so he sat in the restaurant with his laptop, quickly browsing online opinions.
As time went by, Fajar's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, puzzled by the current online sentiment.
"What's wrong?"
Eileen came closer and rested her head on Fagar's shoulder.
"It's nothing... I just have some doubts."
Fagga shook his head slightly, but then stopped abruptly.
Because we were so close, we could clearly see the natural texture of Ellen's face, her eyes like clear spring water from an ancient well, her eyelashes half-hidden, which stirred up feelings of tenderness in us.
*Smack*
So, without thinking, Fagga secretly leaned forward and kissed him.
By the time Fagar came to his senses, he had already seen Ellen's expression turn from astonishment to blushing.
A gentle warmth arrived quietly, spreading from my heart to my cheeks.
What are you doing!
Eileen raised her little fist and punched Faga on the shoulder. She bit her lower lip and jumped up as if she had been electrocuted. She stared at Faga from a distance of a chair, her face flushed red as if it were about to bleed.
No, taking a step back only makes me angrier!
Moreover, Ryan and Ruby have already left, and Lycahn and Lina haven't returned.
As for Colleen, she was cooking.
The enormous Victoria was now completely unstoppable from her intimate moments with Fagga.
The next moment, Ellen pounced on him, so fast that she even threw her slippers aside in disgust.
Her glistening toes stomped on the ground several times before she finally leaped up. To Fagga's astonishment, Ellen flashed past the edge of his field of vision with lightning speed.
It then barged headlong into the very center of Faga's vision, its red hair falling like red rain.
"you..."
Before Fagar could speak, Ellen forcefully interrupted him again. All the worries of the past were like piled-up tinder, just waiting for a spark to ignite and sound the charge.
Without a doubt, Fagga's impulsive kiss was delivered while he was holding a flamethrower and wildly swinging it around next to a pile of dry firewood.
And so, with her arms as white as lotus roots burning with passion and her heart brimming with fervor, Ellen embraced the only person in the room who could share this passion with her.
She pressed him tightly against her chest, lowered her head and kissed the crown of Fagga's head, then her cheek slid down his soft hair, her fangs lightly touching his collarbone.
If it is a weak predator, it will use beautiful colors and delicate fragrances to lure its prey to its doorstep, and then eat it with lightning speed when the prey is distracted.
But vicious sharks don't need those.
The prey was nothing more than a vampire that looked remarkably like a human.
The great white shark only needed to bite his collarbone to freeze him in place, and then rip off the first button of his shirt.
If a shark is in a good mood, it can stick its head out and use its tongue to put the button into its prey's mouth, then proudly swagger around. At this moment, the enemy will definitely be filled with fear and forced to take whatever it wants from the shark.
But if the shark is in a hurry, it can use its powerful fins to tear the vampire's shirt, then wrap its arms around him, tear open its mouth to reveal its sharp teeth, and start eating the vampire bit by bit from head to toe.
Or perhaps the shark, quite enjoying itself, might let the vampire bite it first. Just as bananas seem to have stems from birth to entice people to eat them, vampires are born to serve great white sharks.
Otherwise, why would the shark always feel joy and a sense of happiness when a vampire bites it?
Of course, all of the above are things that inexperienced sharks would do.
Why not do them all?
Anyway, no one is stopping the shark anymore.
So, the vampire's shirt was torn to shreds.
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