Summary
As a scary tyrant that sucks people’s blood to live on, he has eyes only for her. In the palace, he lies on the bed, almost bare-chested, saying “Honey, I’m starving.” “Honey?” The girl frowns, murmuring to herself, “He doesn’t feel awkward at all to call me like that”. Lifting the skirt’s hemline a little, bit and leaning towards his neck, she says, “It happens that I’m starving, too.” He turns over to let her lie on the bed, with his blood-red eyes darkening and a hint of hoarseness in his low-pitched voice. On a dark and windy night, it’s the right time for them to “enjoy themselves”.
Show more
Chapter name
View
Time uploaded
Show more
Log in to join the conversation
LoginJoin the discussion...
Login to reply to this comment
Login to reply to this comment
Ban User
Confirm