Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"." Mia looked at him intently.

"So Master, if you are hurt by these words, then Drahera is willing to pay the price for these words."

"As long as the master can calm down, no matter how the master wants to punish Drahela, Drahela will accept it."

"Of course, the premise is that the master cannot let Drahera leave."

The husband gently stroked her long hair, his eyes revealing a strange and twisted madness.

He raised her hand and placed cold kisses on the back of her hand one after another. His eyes were fixed on her with a strong sense of aggression and predatory nature.

It was as if if she said anything that made him unhappy, he would eat her up.

Mia: "."

She wasn't too angry at first, but now it seems that she just finds it funny.

"Drahera, you always say you listen to me, but you never do."

She looked at him helplessly and her tone softened.

Drahela took her waist and approached her slowly, humming in a subtle way.

It's admitted.

The tip of his nose rubbed against hers, and he kissed the corner of her lips in a silent and ambiguous way.

Mia blinked, looked at him so close, and thought of his gentleness last time.

Slowly, she blushed, coughed slightly, and turned her face away.

Drahela seemed to want to do something and pulled her face back.

"Master," his voice was low and sandy.

His fingertips ran through her long hair and pushed her against the desk, preventing her from moving back.

"Master, is it okay?"

"." Mia blushed and said nothing.

The next second, she was lifted up into the air and sat on the desk.

". Drahera, I'm still angry!"

She held on to her last strength.

Unfortunately.

It's of no use.

Because Drahera has never been an obedient blood servant.

Mia was finally picked up and pinned to the bed.

Then, I don’t know who is punishing whom.

Mia: "."

the next day,

The neatly dressed Mr. De La Hera left the Devonshire Castle with his little master in his arms.

The two of them didn't bring any luggage, they just brought two pieces of the little master's clothes.

The vampires of Devonshire Castle bid farewell to the two of them in tears, reluctant to leave.

After their figures completely disappeared, the castle door slammed shut, preparing to start the banquet and carnival mode.

Princess Nissa became the last person to know that Mia had left.

Until Mia left, the maid sent by Princess Nissa did not see Mia making a fuss.

This is undoubtedly a very regrettable thing for Princess Nisha.

Of course, she was extremely lucky that Mia didn't tell her what she told her.

Otherwise, she would be in big trouble.

Princess Nessa felt regretful and happy at the same time, but soon her attention was focused on the upcoming banquet of mixed blood stew.

This kind of random banquet is what the nobles really like, especially the blood servants who like to torture other people.

So, Princess Nissa became excited, never thought about it again, and put it behind her.

Mia, on the other hand, forgot about this matter in the blink of an eye, and happily followed Mr. Drahera back to his real lair——

A huge coffin hidden deep in the abyss of the earth.

Mia: "."

Her face was slightly stiff, and she didn't say a word for a long time.

And the cold body behind her came close to her, breathing into her ear and smiling.

"Master, welcome to your home."

He slowly untied the skirt around her waist.

—Small World End—