Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 222: The Vampire's Gene
"Mobile phone." Asking him for a mobile phone, he didn't say anything, and took out a black flat phone from his pocket.

I hung this small black ornament like an eyeball on his mobile phone. Although the mobile phone is an international brand and the bead is just a very ordinary gift, I still think it is a perfect match.

"Okay." Give him back the mobile phone, he glanced nonchalantly at the pendant I got up, his bright eyes were expecting what he would say, but he just installed the mobile phone in a bland manner.

Muttering, he swallowed back the words that followed.

"What kind of attitude do you have? I'm still reluctant to give it to you. If I lose it, I'll have nothing to do with you." I grabbed a blade of grass, and he just took it if I felt like it. If I didn't like it, let it go.

"Hmm!" Meng Chike said lightly, even I didn't know what he meant by um, and was super depressed.

"What are you um, talking more can kill you." I seemed to forget that the person in front of me was Meng Chike, so I grabbed a few straws and threw them at him desperately. The grass I spoiled stuck in his hair.

"Come here!" Seeing that he was not angry, I yelled at him, staring blankly at his injured face.

Meng Chike frowned instantly, slowly stretched out the hand behind her back, and approached me with interest.

Heaving a sigh of relief, I took out a band-aid and a small pack of wet tissues that I had scratched and crumpled from my pocket, pulled out a tissue with a faint floral fragrance, moved closer to him, and carefully wiped off the dirt on his face that Ji Mingxuan had scratched. The place of the beating.

Well!Why is this guy's skin better than mine, the delicate pores are still clean under the scorching sun, and the ivory white skin lacks a little rosy blood, is it because he has the vampire gene?
vampire!Thinking of this word always makes me uneasy, if one day he really looks like those mutated monsters, will I still treat him like this?Ask yourself, but can't find the answer.

Meng Chike quietly helped me clean his wound, and his blinking eyes gave off a charming aura in front of me.

Seeing me looking up at him, he pursed his lips and turned his eyes to the other side, looking a little embarrassed, he would be embarrassed! !

"It hurts?" I put the only band-aid with a black and white checkered pattern on the corner of his tender mouth, for fear of accidentally hurting him.

"It's okay." Meng Chike looked up at the peaceful sunshine, not knowing what he was thinking.

(End of this chapter)