Mr Golden Boy, Please Stop!

He put his hands over his head and wiped his wet hair.

"Brice, what's wrong? Who irritated you?" Dent came in and saw the blood flowing between Brice's fair fingers.

When did this guy become so wasteful?

Hearing Dent's voice, Brice finally came to his senses. He seemed to be a little self-willed.

He then threw away the debris in his palm, and the broken palm quickly recovered in the blink of an eye.

"By the way, where is the little thing you mentioned before? Why haven't I seen it?" Dent looked around. In fact, the reason why he came here after taking a shower was that he came here in advance to see the little thing mentioned by Brice.

However, it seemed that this little thing was really too small. Was it so small that he couldn't notice it?

Dent wondered what did Hurst mean by 'little thing' this time.

Were they elves or demonic spirits? If that was the case, they could indeed disappear under his eyes.

"She's back!" Brice knew that Dent wouldn't let him go, so he just told him the secret, and Dent would not keep nagging him about this question.

"What? How could you let go of the little thing you like in this long night?" There was a hint of exaggeration in Dent's voice, but more astonishment.

When did Brice become so soft hearted that he would set his prey free?

It was unbelievable.

He couldn't even figure out a reason.

"Yes. Is there any problem? Besides, we are going to celebrate tonight, aren't we? Will you let me go just because she was with me?" With a smile at the corners of his mouth, Brice walked slowly towards Dent...

"Of course not. If you are willing to share, we would love to stay here with you." With a smile, Dent sat down casually on the sofa. He took out a bottle full of blood, and a crystal cup beside him, pouring himself a glass of blood.

And smelled it.

But then he frown slightly.

The quality of the blood was getting worse and worse. Alas!

He shook his head slightly.

"If it is someone else, it is fine. But I can't share her with you guys." Brice announced in a bossy manner, sitting next to Dent.

"Her? When did you take a girl seriously?" When Dent said this, he looked at Brice in surprise.

Brice was very generous to women. But today, he was a little surprised that Brice was so petty. However, he was more curious about what kind of woman she was and why

a crystal cup and poured himself a

on the tip of his nose and smelled it,

Seeing that Brice didn't eat anything, Dent pouted and said.

Brice put the crystal cup on

that Brice put down the glass, Dent thought that the little woman's blood

matter." Brice leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes comfortably. His handsome eyes were full of his prey's figure. Since she dared to provoke him, he would definitely

woman, just wait and

the door

thing? What are you talking about? As soon as I opened the door, I heard you talking about it."

was dressed in casual clothes, and his hair was still wet. It seemed that he

on the sofa in front of Brice casually. His yellow hair shone in the light.

and guessed whether the little thing was

is the woman that Brice likes. But he just said that no one is allowed to get close to her." Dent smiled and looked at Brice's handsome and darkened

which woman is so honored? Brice likes her and doesn't allow others to touch her. I can't wait to see who is so lucky." Frey, who happened to open the door and

about the details." Dent smiled and left

picked up the

cup and smelled it. It smelled good. And he was just

the crystal cup with his slender fingers

of fresh red blood was

taste hasn't improved a little!" Dent smiled and took a sip. Such bad blood, only Frey

prepare yourself it next time!" A hint of coldness flashed through Brice's

this is not my specialty." Dent

eyes at

beside him with a smile, Ennis obviously felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little different, so he persuaded them

parents..." Frey sat beside Ennis and said

whole room, except for the excited voice of Frey and the occasional response of Ennis, the other two people were drinking the blood or being

until the next morning and went to sleep in their

the Day

figure of Hurst, Anne slowly walked towards the dormitory of the Day Department.

door

the door is closed. What should we do?" Anne grabbed his arm

his eyes

you an

could see that the door of the Day Department had

know it is closed. If it weren't for you,

A touch of grievance rose from the bottom of her heart. It was not her fault. It was the guy who had been tormented there for so long and wasted so much time. Otherwise, she had already come

all right. Don't cry." Looking at her trembling body, Hurst felt a headache. This sister did not

slender white fingers, clenched them, and wiped her beautiful eyes like a little