Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 48 Blood Snow Rose: You Are So Handsome

what to do?It seems that he said something harsh to him again, will he suck my blood dry, then make my body into a body art, and whip the corpse every day.

"Come here." Meng Chike was not angry for the first time, he stood by the bed, without a commanding tone, and called me in his nice voice.

"Man and woman can't stand kissing, what's the matter? If not..." I babbled sullenly, walking in front of him reluctantly, opening and closing my chattering little mouth.

Meng Chike pulled me to stand beside him, took out a tissue, and lowered his head like helping a child who accidentally soiled his neck, carefully wiped the place that Ji Mingxuan had raped with the tissue.

My nose is on the side of his face, and I can touch his cheek with just a little movement.

Smelling his faint scent, it felt like a naughty deer lived in my heart, plopping into my heart.

"He's dangerous." He wiped my neck and said something on the side of my face.

"Oh..." I looked at his side face with outstretched soul, didn't understand what he said, so I responded casually.

"Monchico..."

"Um…"

"You're handsome."

Like a shameless woman, my heart is so decadent that I want to fall.

"Xia Yexing, don't think that I won't be angry now." Meng Chike could say more than ten words in a sentence, sometimes even more surprised than discovering a new continent.

He snatched the warm pig from me and warned me seriously.

I sat on the bed, looked up at him, and blinked aggrievedly. I really... miss my father, want to act like a baby in his arms, and leave him all the things I don't like.

"Don't cry!" But... I don't even have the right to cry now, Meng Chike saw my eyes full of tears, and stopped them from overflowing my eye sockets with his domineering tone.

I raised my head, my eyes were wide open, there were a few shadows floating vaguely on the white ceiling, I didn't know if it was real or not.

Irritability, strangeness, fear... I really couldn't bear it anymore, I blinked my eyes, and the bitter liquid flowed into the corner of my mouth.

"Monchike, I'm not you." Yes!How could he understand that people need many emotions, no matter sad or happy:
"You can't cry, so you can't laugh either, can you?"

Opening his eyes, Meng Chike looked at my crystal eyes, and stretched out his hand to touch my tears. He seemed to have concerns, and his rose pupils contained emotions that I couldn't understand.

(End of this chapter)