Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"I used to just get your power."

Jiaoyang curled up the corner of her mouth and said calmly, "I remember I told you a long time ago. Since the same purpose can be achieved by sucking blood now, then why should I do that again?"

"Were those things that happened to me in the past just to gain power?"

Rusfan's bright red eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward to bully her: "Really, is it just because of this?"

"Otherwise," Jiaoyang held her chin, but there was no smile in her eyes, "What do you think it is for?"

She stretched out her hand and touched Rusifan's pale and beautiful cheek, and raised the corners of her lips: "With your beauty?"

Rusfan chuckled and said nothing. As the corners of his lips rose, his already alluring face became even more alluring.

Jiaoyang always looked at him with the corners of her mouth bent and her chin raised.

Looking at his sharp nails, he took the initiative to cut his wrist, and the overflowing blood flowed into the glass cup she was holding.

Jiaoyang watched his scarlet blood pour into the bottom of the cup and slowly flow along the cup wall.

Then Rusfan came close to her again, his bright red lips nuzzling her ear. Accompanied by his low and hoarse voice, his bright red eyes exuded a faint light and possessed a bewitching charm.

"Does the ancestor know that the blood has to be penetrated through the neck by oneself, and the blood that is sucked out is the freshest and best tasting?"

Jiaoyang smiled, and then Rusifan pressed her down on the bed in this position.

Jiaoyang did not stop his actions.

Then she suddenly grabbed his arm and dug her fangs into Rusfan's slender neck.

She just looked at him trying his best to please her, full of bad mentality, and looked at his face with a gorgeous and unable to extricate expression.

"Don't ever say that I'm not as good as Lester again."

Rusfan was covering her body, and his belt had already been untied and tilted to one side. Her bright red eyes were full of confusion, but she still hadn't forgotten that incident.

What she said casually that day has stuck in his throat, and it still bothers him to this day.

Rusfan stretched out his hand and touched her face. His coquettish bright red eyes were full of tenderness at this moment.

"In the future, I will be at the forefront on the battlefield, if it is you who is protecting you."

Her existence is his stance in this world.

Rusfan put on his uniform and walked away looking as elegant as ever.

Jiaoyang continued to lie on the bed, playing with the signs with the names of the four generals that she had just picked up.

She yawned lazily, took the piece that belonged to Rusfan, picked out the blue vampire bat that belonged to Lambert, and threw it out.

"Just him."

Not long after, Lambert was ordered to appear in her bedroom.

He was still dressed in black robes and looked cold, as if he should not be approached by strangers.

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows and saw that he was many times more self-conscious than Rusfan.

He took the initiative to take out the glass, cut his palm without saying a word, and the bright red blood immediately poured into the glass.

Jiaoyang looked at him for a while, then raised the corner of her mouth: "Just now a vampire told me that the blood is the most delicious when the vampire pierces its fangs into the neck of its prey and sucks it out by itself."

Lambert's body under the black robe was visibly stiff.