Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The castle was like an empty city at this time, except for the soldiers guarding the entrance and exit, there was nothing else.

It was so quiet, so quiet that it was almost eerie.

In the attic, little girl Mia woke up according to her biological clock, stretched and turned over.

As soon as I turned over and opened my eyes, I saw the man's pale and beautiful face.

He was half-kneeling by the bed, looking at her with a smile, and he didn't know how long he looked at her.

"Good morning, my little master."

"." Mia was so frightened that she almost fell off the bed.

Anyone would be frightened if a person suddenly appeared next to the bed early in the morning.

The man took her hand and pulled her back.

The dark pupils shone with an eerie light in the darkness, and he smiled calmly.

"Master, please don't be scared by me, I will not hurt you."

He gently placed a kiss on the back of her hand. The touch was still cold, like a corpse that had been frozen for a thousand years.

"." Poor little Princess Mia stared at him with her big round eyes, and immediately withdrew her hand.

She sat on the bed, rubbed her eyes, and asked, "It's still early, why are you here?"

There was still the right smile on the man's lips, and he said calmly: "As a blood servant, I naturally have to serve you, the master."

"So, master, please give Drahera all your orders."

He lowered his head slightly, making a surrender gesture.

The imposing man was wearing an elegant black tuxedo with a white engraved handkerchief folded inside. His pale and beautiful face made him look like an elegant gentleman in the dark.

Modesty, polite, gentle, and exceptionally considerate.

Miss Mia thought for a moment and shook her head, "Drahera, I don't need you to do anything for me. My life is very simple and I don't need your service."

The man's smile faltered, his eyelids slightly lifted, his eyes suddenly cold.

Miss Mia didn't notice anything unusual about him, so she got out of bed and came over to help him up.

"Dear Mr. Drahera, thank you for your kindness, but please don't do this again in the future."

She patted his knee thoughtfully.

Mr. De La Hera is very tall, and his body always seems to have a sense of coldness.

When he stood up, because the eaves of the attic were too short, he had to lean down slightly to avoid hitting the eaves.

In this way, he was just in time to see his little master up close, looking at him with caring and kind eyes, as innocent as a little rabbit.

He calmly licked his fangs. The fangs that were about to pop out were stimulating his taste buds and nerves at the moment.

Let his eyes slowly move from her face to her slender, white neck.

The blood vessels flowing there were still steaming continuously.

The faint fragrance in the air awakened the desire that had been dormant for a long time in his body, making him gradually have a strong desire for blood.

His dark and eerie eyes looked at her, and he smiled slowly.

He lowered his eyelids obediently and said in a respectful and gentle voice:

"Master, these are what Drahela should do, and it is Drahela's duty to serve you."

He took a step forward, stretched out his long, cold white fingers, and lifted up the belt on her nightgown.

With just a gentle tug, the straps would loosen and the little master's shoulder straps would slide off, revealing his thin, fair body.

Obviously, little Mia was frightened, "No, no, no, Mr. Drahera, you don't need to do this."