C44 (1/2)
White Dew looked quietly at Klaus, half-hidden in the darkness.
The space on the first floor was vast and dark. The quiet furniture hid some traces of sorrow and history under the chilling wind.
Klaus was alone on the sofa. He had not turned on the lights, so his eyes no longer needed such ordinary things. He just stood there quietly, unlike the usual arrogant and aggressive Klaus.
A few seconds later, she opened her eyes again. She had never been used to Werewolf's sensitive eyes.
Bai Lu looked at Klaus in confusion. This man was quite complicated and difficult to understand.
It had to be said that Klaus' appearance made her curious.
The dim light was clearly visible, and she slowly began to notice Klaus' expression. It was not the violent and arrogant look he had shown during the day, but an indifferent tone of sarcasm and exhaustion.
It was as though all the burdens in the world had been grasped by him.
He looked at the suppression that was hiding deeper and more painful than Rebecca's pain in the picture … Bai Lu felt it deeply.
What was Klaus doing?
Bai Lu's hands and feet were very light. She wanted to slowly approach and take a look at him silently, and the child in her stomach had the same wish. At this moment, Bai Lu had an attraction and thirst to this man from her blood.
Klaus spotted her at once, his narrowed eyes like sharp blades.
Bai Lu's back stiffened. Her forehead must have been squeezed just now. Why did she feel that this monster was pitiful and adorable?
When Klaus saw the little wolf girl's actions, he couldn't help but laugh. Her round eyes pretended to be unafraid, but in reality, all the legs behind her were curled up in fear.
Ridiculous pet virtue.
The man's eyes changed, hot and sharp, and White Dew could feel it. She could almost feel Klaus's gaze moving across her body, the slight pain brought by the fangs, but more of it was comfort. White Dew stared deeply at Klaus, incomprehensible, as if she were being burned by a small flame.
”Yes.”
Klaus smiled even more.