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DaphneLooking at the brother who came to attack again, and meeting those deep eyes.
"Can I still say no this time?"
"Of course not," Miller smiled gently as he slid the ring onto her finger.
The two began to focus on Wedding matters, not the details of venue decoration and wedding dress styles, but rather whose names should be written on the invitations.
"Brother, are you really not inviting William family head over?" Daphne asked, leaning against his chest.
Miller held her, resting his chin on her shoulder, looking at the blank invitation on the table, shook his head, and then picked up a pen to write down the name of House Arabela.
Daphne asked him, "Why?"
"At the Wedding, I didn't want you to see that face that hurt you again, even if it's just a resemblance," Miller replied to her. "But Arabella, this scum still has a little bit of use."
"What's the use?"
"I'm here to bring you some good news to lift your spirits," he said, his lips curling into a cold smile.
The days passed by, and the wound on Daphne's neck began to scab over, no longer causing her pain.
Miller noticed that she had almost forgotten her fear of being bitten, so he began to slowly test her reaction to being bitten.
Of course, in most cases, he would gently bite Daphne's wrist or leg with his fangs. At first, she would stiffen and shiver due to the special tingling sensation, but she quickly got used to it.
Sometimes, Miller accidentally bites through her skin, but she doesn't react much, at most she touches the slightly painful wound and then continues with her own business.
When it was almost time to go to bed in the morning, because there were no classes the next day, Daphne lay on her bed reading. Her two clean little legs stuck out from her nightgown, swaying back and forth like a pendulum, looking quite cheerful.
Miller opened the door to her bedroom and happened to see her two disobedient feet, as well as the mark that belonged to him on her ankle - the gold bracelet with a red gem.
His eyes darkened slightly as he walked lightly to the edge of Daphne's bed and reached out to grab her disobedient little foot.
Daphne's foot hung in the air, and she turned to look at him in confusion, placing her book upside down beside her. "Why did you come over now, big brother?"
Miller kissed her on the top of her foot, the warm sensation made Daphne couldn't help but laugh, and she kicked her foot a few times to push his hand away, saying, "It tickles."
It seemed that Miller had just finished dealing with official business, and the gold wire frame on his nose had not been taken off. In this way, he really had a gentle and weak feeling.
It's just a pity that this gentle-looking man is much fiercer on the inside than he appears.
Daphne sat up, grabbed Miller's beloved glasses, threw them on the carpet, and then, without waiting for him to speak, rushed over and hugged his neck.
"Brother, do you want to sleep with me tonight?"
Miller lowered his head and looked at her for a while, then gently held her lips and kissed her tenderly.
He said in a low voice, "Flora, I want to..."
"Hmm?"
"I want to exchange blood with you, Flora," he released her face, his irises turning deep red, filled with desire. "I want to bite you, okay?"
Daphne tightened her grip on his shirt, facing Miller's eager gaze, and gently closed her eyes.
"Of course," she said.
Miller caressed her hair, his lips gradually moving down her face, slowly kissing her soft neck. He gently pursed his lips, occasionally sucking and nibbling, leaving a series of red marks on Daphne's skin.
Daphne hugged his head and couldn't help but let out a few charming moans.
Encouraged, Miller slowly extended his cold white fangs and lightly pressed them against his sister's neck.
"I'm coming in, Flora," he said hoarsely, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt."
Daphne gripped his hair tightly, feeling the momentary sting as two sharp teeth pierced her skin, but soon a strange tingling spread from the wound throughout her body, and Miller's breath, hot and rapid, sprayed on her neck.
"Brother..." She listened to Miller's slow swallowing sound, arms wrapped around his head. "It really doesn't hurt at all."
Miller licked her wound, holding her tightly in his arms, as if wanting to become one.
"Flora... we will always belong to each other," he said, lifting his head to lightly kiss her with his crimson lips.
Daphne responded for a moment, then pushed Miller's face away and leaned in close to his ear, saying softly, "Shouldn't it be my turn?"
Miller He raised his hand and slowly undid the buttons on his collar. His sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, stretching his neck like a swan. "Come on, my darling."
Daphne She hugged his shoulders and playfully nibbled on them like a cat.
Soon, the fair skin of the two was stained with bright red liquid, messy and wild. Unconsciously, Daphne and Miller's clothes had already half slipped off.
Miller pressed her down, supporting his own huge root, his crimson eyes half closed, slowly entering his sister's moist passage.
"Mmm...hmm."
Daphne greedily clung to his face, her delicate tongue licking the sweet blood at the corner of her brother's mouth, her eyes red like a little rabbit's.
Miller Holding her waist, his lower body moved in and out rhythmically. He lowered his head and kissed from the corner of her mouth to her neck, then bit down.
The sound of blood rolling in the throat, constantly swallowing, was bloody and confusing.
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