Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 49 Blood Snow Rose: The Brain Problem
"Hey...Look, you can only laugh when you cry! Ahaha...the moonlight is so bright tonight, I'm going to sleep, bye."

Realizing that I was crying in front of him, I waved my hands in embarrassment and hid under the blanket.

Oops... what am I doing, I actually... actually shed tears in front of him, this time I am so embarrassed, what a mistake.

"You like him?" Someone's voice sounded in my head with a little gossip.

I pulled off the quilt abruptly, exposing my head, feeling like a book blown over by the wind, flipping through:

"Are you jealous?"

"No."

"Then you ask such a stupid question." After rolling his eyes at him, he suddenly felt that his question was a bit funny. How could he ask such a boring question?Baffling.

"Boss leader, this shop is for foreigners. If you want to gossip, go to Nami."

"Then you like..."

"Pa—" Before he finished speaking, I could already hear the sound of my own heart beating itself.

"I like you, okay! Idiot question, Meng Chike, you are not a ghost, I tell you, one:

I won't like him, two: I won't like you even more, don't worry!Playboy. "

Horror horror!It's even more unimaginable than him sucking up my plasma.

It was already midnight, I covered myself with a thin quilt, and Meng Chike stayed by my bed.

Damn guy, in order to make my dad worse, is he doing his best so hard?He was actually on the sofa next to my bed looking at the window, or rather...he was with me.

"Hey, hey! Let's be friends!" He had already turned off the light in the room, and I rubbed my head to the edge of the bed. Through the bright moonlight outside the window, I could vaguely see his vague figure.

"Friend? Forget it..." He seemed to turn his head to look at me, knowing that he couldn't see clearly. I seemed to be afraid of seeing those red pairs in the dark night, so I shrank my head.

"Then you can tell me, your eyes..."

I paused, not daring to continue.In addition to Han Qing, I have also seen many people with heterochromatic pupils. Even in my memory of paleness, my own eyes did not seem to be black when I was a child, but I have never seen red ones, as red as blood.

"Are you afraid?" He didn't answer, but asked me instead.

"Forget it, don't worry about friends who have no loyalty, I'm asleep, my hero is stunted, I believe you won't be hungry."

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