Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 105 Extremely provocative: Go back to your mother
A few pairs of chilly eyes stared at me contemptuously, and I seemed to lose my appetite looking at me who was devouring.

The round table is full of exquisite and attractive ice cream, fruit pudding, and various drinks. I glanced around, slowly straightened up, thought about it and said:

"If you don't eat it, I can eat a third of it at most, but the freezing point is not easy to pack."

I naively thought that they really didn't want to eat it, so I moved Nami's burnt jelly over without joking.

"Ah! Smelly Yexing, let go of your paw." Nami hurriedly snatched it back, looking at my glass full of ice cream with a bulging voice.

"It's too sweet! Gulu Gulu..." Ling Qi finished the delivery of honey in one gulp, and drank all the cans of drinks desperately, taking it for himself. He really deserves a beating.

"Damn boy, you..." Just as Fang Fei handed the straw to her mouth, Ling Qi acted preemptively and didn't let it go at all. Fang Fei was not angry at all.

"Hehe... Qi, don't go too far!"

"If he has a good day..." Nami swallowed a mouthful of red beans, said in an absolutely impossible tone, shivering and continued:

"That could be the day the universe ends."

"Yes! Almost below zero..."

"Mu, you..."

Everyone didn't take that episode to heart, and it was still a group fighting with each other. Looking at them like this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I thought... I want to blend in with them.

"Master, do you want to eat this?" I picked a large spoon out of the chocolate ice cake in the middle of the table with a spoon that I had sharpened with my teeth, and handed it to Meng Chike, and I was immediately cold again.

That's right, why did I do such a desperate thing again? Everyone glanced at me sympathetically, waiting for Meng Chike to change his face.

"Don't eat." Meng Chike took a sip of iced coffee, but calmly refused, surprisingly not angry.

"Eat, you guys, who stipulated that the head of the group can't eat sweets!" I shook the small spoon and raised the eyebrows even more aggressively. Everyone froze, looked at Meng Chike and me, and shook it mechanically. Shake your head.

"I ruled that he can't eat dessert."

I turned sideways to shake the scoop of sweet-looking ice cream at Meng Chike, and the rampant voice came back from behind me, the short-haired girl was walking domineeringly, with her hands folded in front of her chest:

"I don't care who you are, go back to your mother and let her teach you how to behave."

(End of this chapter)