C65 (1/2)

Klaus' kiss was filled with the smell of blood and the subtle warmth of his mouth.

White Dew was familiar with this smell, but it didn't mean that she liked this kind of sweet, embroidered smell.

The baby seemed to dislike it even more.

The change in taste was too quick. Klaus could only look at the wolf girl speechlessly, as if he was about to vomit.

He took a bite.

Klaus ignored her reaction. He put his hand back on her stomach and rubbed it a few times.

Thus, the little guy settled down.

It was like cheating. The baby was comforted by Klaus' aura, and Bai Lu could only grit her teeth and bear with Klaus.

The immortal vampire, coupled with Klaus' explosiveness as a werewolf.

Klaus lowered his head and let out a soft breath, locking the white dew on his shoulder. The white dew didn't dare to show any weakness as it tilted its head, trying to resist.

Klaus pressed on.

Slowly, the rhythm of Bai Lu's breathing changed. Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, seeping into her pale, honey-colored flesh. Under the light, she seemed exceptionally captivating.

Even if Bai Lu was seduced by all sorts of things, she still hated Klaus. The mistake from last time was barely an accident, but this time, how could she let him succeed again and again?

”Quite lively, little fellow …” Klaus enjoyed the resistance of the dew