Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Xiang Xing couldn't help but slightly opened his soft eyes.

Use the coffin as a bed...

Well, this is indeed a vampire.

Although the shape of the coffin bed was grotesque and weird, the fragrance that was exactly the same as that of Clarence, in this weird atmosphere, inexplicably touched her heartstrings.

The small nose moved subconsciously, as if in a daze, sniffing the strong and charming fragrance greedily.

The nose was hot all the time, and I couldn't help coughing a few times.

Seeing this, the man next to him suddenly laughed.

"Aren't you used to the smell?"

As Clarence said, he suddenly raised his long and slender palm, and rubbed his furry head vigorously.

Softly comforting, "Don't force yourself to accept it in a short time, we have a lifetime to adapt slowly, huh?"

"Well... I'm not used to it."

Hearing this, the little guy pursed his crystal clear pink lips and shook his little head vigorously.

Immediately, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she blinked her bright apricot pupils at the man, with a serious expression on her face, "I fell in love with this smell as early as the first time I saw you."

"right?"

Clarence raised his exquisite brows, and the corners of his mouth twitched amusedly, "This taste really doesn't seem like a daughter of aristocratic background would like it."

This kind of fishy smell of roots and roots that seems to be uprooted from the dark forest, mixed with the strong rusty smell, how could it be a lady's favorite smell.

However, when the man tried to find even a trace of comfort and cooperation from the girl's gaze, he unexpectedly couldn't get the answer he wanted.

The infatuation on her face is obviously the most sincere, without any impurities.

Seeing this, Clarence narrowed his eyes and laughed dumbly.

In this way, on the contrary, he, as the old saying in the Eastern Continent said, saved the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

"Okay, let's not continue this topic of taste."

As the little guy said, he suddenly raised his little hand, and gently pinched the man's almost transparent white cheek, pinching him back to his senses.

Now, she doesn't want to talk about the way of fragrance with him.

Mainly, she was a little hungry.

What if the ceremony is over and we can't make time for the meal.

After thinking about it, Xiang Xing pouted, turned around resolutely, climbed into the coffin bed by himself, and lay down solemnly.

After closing those soft starry eyes, he said softly, "Let's get started, Clarence."

"..."

Clarence gave her a deep look.

Finally, he pursed his lips in relief and stepped forward solemnly.

A pair of sharp vampire fangs also protruded from the lips slowly as the steps approached, becoming sharper and longer.

I saw him leaning over slowly, but after a pause, he first approached the girl's ear.

The hoarse voice, accompanied by an extremely reassuring and solemn tone, came leisurely.

"Don't be afraid, whether it is success or failure... I will always be with you."

As soon as the words fell, Xiang Xing suddenly felt a strange feeling like numbness coming from his neck.

Under the effect of this indescribable anesthesia, although she could clearly feel that the two fangs had penetrated the vein, she didn't feel any pain at all.

This made the little guy curious.