lip tint

Chapter 199 The first drop of blood
After that banquet, the atmosphere of the whole blood race seemed to be different.

The brightly lit old castle, which was singing and singing every night, slowly fell silent, and blood races eagerly entered the renovation plan one after another.Transforming from a blood race to a human being, there must be an extremely painful process behind the heaven-defying change.

As the No.1 of the blood race's successful transformation, Ashburn is a well-deserved leader in such an experiment.

Sicilia squatted beside him, watching him sleep and forget food and sleep by the side of the first batch of experimenters. Day after day of research made him haggard at a speed visible to the naked eye. His complexion was extremely white, The dark circles under the eyes are getting heavier.

"Brother, stop writing and rest."

Cecilia snatched the notebook from Ashburn's hand, and lied on his arm coquettishly, preventing him from writing.

Daniel standing behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know why, Earl Ashburn is like taking a stimulant these days. I have never seen him work so hard when he was a vampire before. Now that he has become a human, his physical fitness has dropped a lot, but he is struggling desperately Pick up your body.There's no need to rush for such a big thing.

Daniel saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything more. Although Ashburn has become a human being, he firmly believes that there is no vampire in the whole Kelier who will not care about it from the bottom of his heart. To admire and adore him.

Looking at the entire Keller, it is estimated that only His Highness Xicilia would be willing to listen to her words.

Ashburn rubbed his brows, and looked fondly at Xicilia who was lying on his arm and pretending to be dead: "It's fine, why did you come here to trouble me again, instead of looking for your housekeeper? "

"not going."

Xicilia shook her head, her thick black hair like seaweed swayed in the air with her movements, bringing bursts of refreshing fragrance, she held his arm and refused to let go: "I miss you, Either you spend all day in this study, or you just go to see the state of those experimenters, and you don’t pay any attention to me, you definitely don’t have me in your heart.”

Ashburn laughed, and gently scratched her upturned nose with his fingers: "Except you, who else could be so bold and rampant in my heart?"

Xicilia wrinkled her nose playfully, put her head in the crook of his arms and refused to move, her delicate snow-white cheeks looked full of vitality, making people want to pinch them with their hands : "Anyway, I don't care, you can only stay with me now, these things that seem to be a headache are thrown aside, don't look at them."

Ashburn shook his head helplessly, and closed the documents on the table: "Okay, listen to our little princess."

Cecilia was very satisfied, her beautiful eyes rolled around, and she simply pulled Ashburn up and let him sit on the soft couch in the study: "Lie down and rest, you are not allowed to get up, I will Let me draw a portrait for you. I took art classes in the human world, and the painter has definitely improved by more than a little."

When it comes to telling lies, she doesn't blush at all.Students in the third year of high school, not to mention the art class, even the physical education class has been missing all year round.It's fake to want to paint a portrait for Ashburn, but it's real to want to take this opportunity to give him a good rest.

This person really doesn't know how to take care of himself at all, he thought he was that powerful pure blood prince.

"That's right, that's right, just lie down, relax, put your hands directly on your lower abdomen, and close your eyes. That's right! That's the position, don't move, I'm going to start drawing!"

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Ashburn was silent for a while, and couldn't help opening his eyes to look at her sideways: "Are you sure this pose will look good when drawn?" Why did he feel that the quilt was missing.

"good-looking."

Xicilia didn't even blink her eyes: "My brother looks good no matter what, close your eyes quickly, don't move, I really want to start drawing!"

Forget it.

Ashburn guessed her thoughts a little bit, his Xixi was always so soft and delicate.The feeling of sourness and astringency gradually surged in my heart, and even my tongue was trembling with bitterness.

Don't think about it, the more you think about it, it will only make the deep desire and unwillingness in your heart surge more violently.

Cecilia really started to rummage through boxes and chests to find drawing tools. She opened the drawer of Ashburn's desk indifferently, found a notebook with a taller cover, and took a pink and white feather from the pen holder. Pen, lying on the table ready to start tracing.

Mixing such a slightly immature and ridiculous quill into all the high-end pens does seem a bit nondescript, but Xicilia likes such a light and handsome quill.

Opening the notebook, a light and fluffy page fell out of it. Cecilia bent over to pick it up, but was surprised to find that the little figure drawn on it was herself.The simple black pen sketches her image and demeanor vividly and vividly, as if it is vivid on paper.

When did he draw this?
Cecilia raised her eyebrows, a little puzzled, and clipped the floating page back to its original place.She continued to turn to the next page, and every time she turned a page, she slapped her eyelashes lightly, and her thin white fingers rested on them, speechless for a long time.

In this thick notebook, everything is actually recorded about her.

What does she like, what does she hate, what little-known hobbies do she have, what did she do in which year and month, even when she was young, she picked up a white rose petal that fell on the ground in the garden, and then ran happily Go back to the castle and share this surprising discovery with him—it was the first time she saw flowers that were different from red roses in the castle.

He said that it was the first gift she gave him, a very beautiful flower, just like her.

The joy and novelty of a child always come and go quickly, and she forgot the little petal in an instant.But he didn't expect that the petals that withered and dried long ago and turned pale yellow had been well preserved by him, sandwiched between the pages of the book, as if hiding the joy and laughter of the whole childhood at that time.

Xicilia looked at it, and suddenly felt a little sad.

It turned out that without her knowing, he was always in this way, recording every bit of her growth, and he never missed every minute and every second.

Gently close the notebook, put it back in its original place, and close the drawer.

Ashbourne lay quietly on the soft couch, the sunlight outside the window came in through the thin curtains, and the fine pieces of sunlight kept jumping and undulating on his fingertips, floating like gold.

(End of this chapter)