Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

After thinking for a long time, Lambert, who was wearing a black robe, spread his black wings and flew in through the window.

The little girl in the room was lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully. Lambert looked at her silently, and walked towards her step by step without knowing what he was thinking.

The scene with her that night lingered in his mind.

Just when he walked up to her, Jiaoyang slowly opened her eyes. She was slightly startled when she saw the vampire in front of her, and shouted with some uncertainty: "Master Lambert?"

Lambert's body stiffened, and he immediately turned around quickly, subconsciously wanting to jump out of the window.

However, Jiaoyang suddenly pulled him from behind and blinked in confusion: "Hey, what happened, Lord Lambert?"

Only then did Lambert wake up. If he ran away at this time, he would feel like there was no silver in this place.

So he turned around again, his reddish cheeks well covered by his black robe. He stretched out his hand, pointed at her, nodded to himself, and then nodded.

Jiaoyang was stunned for a while, and then an idea came to her: "You came here to see me because you were worried about my condition when I returned from my first mission, right, Lord Lambert?"

Lambert nodded again.

"Thank you, Lord Lambert, that's so kind of you."

Jiaoyang rolled her eyes and smiled on her face: "You are the first vampire who came to see me after I came back. Although you usually seem to have a cold and indifferent personality, I don't spend a lot of time with you. You are not very approachable, but now it seems that Lord Lambert is a vampire who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside."

Jiaoyang grabbed Lambert's hand and continued to speak enthusiastically with a smile on her face: "I used to be a little afraid of you because you always stayed under the black robe, looking mysterious and unpredictable, and kept away from strangers. But you actually took the initiative to care about me even though you didn’t have much interaction with me. In the future, I will also take the initiative to date Mr. Lambert."

Under the black robe, Lambert's lips pursed silently. He tightened his fingers and thought of the scene he had just seen of the other vampires gathering at the door, but did not speak out.

In fact, there have always been many vampires who cared about her, but she didn't seem to realize this.

Jiaoyang grabbed Lambert's hand, sniffed him up close, and then wrinkled her brows in confusion: "Hey, it's really strange. Why do you feel that Mr. Lambert has something very special about him?" The scent feels very familiar to me, but I can’t remember it.”

Lambert's body froze once again, and his heart lifted up in his chest.

She continued to say suspiciously: "Logically speaking, I haven't had much contact with Lambert before. If Mr. Lambert has this special fragrance, I shouldn't have smelled it. Now, Why."

Lambert's pupils were dilated, and the fingers she held were even trembling.

Will she find out? Will she know all that? If she knows it was him who dressed up as Adel that night, will she resent him and be afraid of him?

Since she had smelled that special smell from him that night, could she have actually known that the vampire that night was not Adel, and just buried all this in her stomach?