Vampire Fascination: Vampire's Favorite

Chapter 59 Ancestral secret recipe, roaring again

Seeing An Ran's defensive face, Richard gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask.

In fact, this is not the purpose of his coming here. Since An Ran is not a descendant of the Helan family, knowing how to set up barriers is probably related to the Helan family. However, this is not an important matter to him .

But seeing, Richard frowned slightly, and said, "Why are you still limping when you walk? Besides, you still have a strange smell on your body."

What's the smell?
An Ran sniffed it again and again, Fang Zi replied angrily: "This is the Dieda wine from my ancestral secret recipe, so it doesn't have a strange smell. Besides, my foot was injured just yesterday, so how could it heal so quickly."

Humans are really fragile creatures, and their ability to repair cannot be compared with that of blood races.

Richard squatted down, fixed his eyes on An Ran's ankle, and reached out to touch it, An Ran was suddenly startled by his action.

He quickly retracted his foot, but he held it with the palm of his hand. His hand was cold, but the medicinal wine was hot. Ice and fire blended together, and there was a feeling of comfort.

However, the feeling of her ankle being held made her extremely shy, and she exerted a little strength, but the other party still refused to let go. Her cheeks were flushed, and she said, "You...what do you want..."

Richard didn't return her, but just focused on the redness, then took out a box from the windbreaker pocket with his left hand, raised his eyes and said, "Don't move."

The purple eyes were deep, and the collision of eyes made Anran at a loss. It was not until another coldness penetrated into her wound that she realized that Richard was applying medicine for her. The ointment was refreshing, not hot at all. Feeling, I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but An Ran felt that her ankle didn't hurt so much.

She couldn't help asking: "What is this?"

Richard raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said, "This is my family's ancestral secret recipe, how about it? It's much better than yours, right?"

An Ran was startled, her red lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Richard's finger touched the ointment, and spread it upwards along the delicate skin until it touched the other two small wounds, where the wood slag was stabbed yesterday, and the wounds had already scabbed...

Feeling cold fingers swirling around the wound, An Ran no longer cared about the sprained ankle, and quickly withdrew her feet, looking at him defensively.

Richard looked at the faint scar on her foot, his eyes became darker and darker, his fingertips still had residual warmth, which was a temperature that blood races could not have, he thought, he finally knew why he had no appetite today.

An Ran breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Richard, it's alright..."

However, Huang Zi's eyes were only staring at the opening and closing lips, and Richard didn't care what the other party said at all. He suddenly felt that those two red lips were more attractive than the aorta in his neck. Man, makes him want to...

Richard got up suddenly and said coldly, "I should go."

This aura of not getting close to strangers made An Ran tremble. His emotions were so repetitive that she was at a loss as to what to do. She could only open her eyes and watch the lonely figure of the young man disappear from sight.

When she saw the box containing the ointment on the floor, an idea popped up in An Ran's mind that even she couldn't convince herself. The result is also at a loss.

It wasn't until late at night that she fell asleep in a daze.

In the silent night, the roar of the locomotive suddenly sounded, wave after wave, An Ran was woken up, perhaps because she was too tired, she did not get up, and fell into a deep sleep again.

When she fell asleep, she was thinking, if her feet are better tomorrow, she must go to the "Night Clan" and ask what's going on?

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When I woke up the next day, it was already noon.

It was only when An Ran got out of bed that she realized that her right ankle was healed. Not only did she not see any redness and swelling, but after a few movements, she didn't even feel any pain. She stared blankly at the small medicine box on the bedside. , I don't know what kind of magic elixir it is, but it actually made her sprain heal overnight.

(End of this chapter)