Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

The low and indifferent voice was like an ice spring beating on the rock, Lingling sounding beautiful.

He closed his eyes.

The tip of the tongue and fangs seemed to surround the sweet and soft taste.

One drop can drive people crazy.

Simmons pressed the tip of his tongue against his upper jaw, closed his eyes, and it took a long time to suppress the throbbing in his heart.

The little girl's white and clean face was difficult to wave from her mind for a long time.

His eyes fell flat on the white fingers holding the coffin. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his hand and poked his stomach. A bewilderment flashed through his jewel-like pure **** eyes.

"..."

He pursed his thin, pale lips, and his long eyelashes were hanging casually. He did not know what he thought of, and poked twice.

...Still nothing.

So... why does she like to poke here?

The powerful blood prince twisted his eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

...

When Su Tang woke up from his dream, he felt a little sore and weak.

That feeling of burnout...just like the feeling after the sugar was eaten in previous lives.

The fingertips are numb.

The little girl was shocked, and suddenly opened the quilt and sat up from the bed.

Yuanyuan's eyes looked up and down his whole body vigilantly.

The clothes are wearing well...

It doesn't feel much elsewhere.

The little girl tilted her head in confusion.

Is it an illusion?

Or was she too tired after a day's work yesterday?

That’s why I feel this way when I get up in the morning...

She raised her hand and rubbed her arm.

Trying to rub down this illusion of goose bumps.

At this moment, the little bat, who had been lying on the corner of the quilt before, was suddenly overturned by Su Tang, struggling to jump out of the quilt wrapped around it, and flew to the little girl staggeringly, shooting Looking at her quietly with bat wings.

Su Tang looked at the little bat, thinking about how he felt in his body this morning.

He pinched the bat wings and slipped it in front of him, his round eyes staring at it unblinkingly.

"Did you secretly drink my blood while I was asleep in the middle of the night?"

The little bat was pinched by her in her hand, and she did not resist, just let her squeeze it cleverly, and her little head shook, looking cute and innocent.

Su Tang, "..."

The little girl glanced suspiciously at the little bat.

The little bat looked back calmly.

Su Tang lowered his head again, and looked at himself carefully.

There are no wounds on the body either.

It should be really tired...

Thinking about this, she put the little bat back on the bed.

"You are not allowed to run around here, I will cook."

The little bat nodded obediently.

It didn't look like Yazi who secretly sucked blood.

Su Tang was relieved immediately.

After getting out of bed and walking two steps, I didn't know what to think of, and then turned back.

The white fingertips habitually poked the soft belly of the little bat.

"If you never drink blood... will you be hungry?"

The little bat tilted his head for a moment, nodded, and shook his head again.

Su Tang wondered what it meant, "You mean...you'll be hungry, but it doesn't matter?"

The little bat nodded solemnly.

Su Tang was softened by the cute little bat.

She couldn't help thinking.

She kept shaking in front of it, and didn't let it get full... Isn't it cruel?

It's such a small one anyway.

I shouldn't drink a lot... right?

Thinking this way, the little girl put her hand in front of the little bat, her voice soft.

"If you are hungry... drink it!"

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