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Carol found herself transformed into a juvenile succubus.
He woke up in the forest, skinny and hungry, and even his heart-shaped tail was rough and shriveled.
Survival instinct told her that she needed food.
——It is not traditional food, nor is it intimate contact in cognition, but something more illusory, called love.
The forest is dense, with tall trees blocking the sky and the sun, and only the roars of wild beasts are heard all around. No one and no love.
Just when Carol was desperate, an injured snow-white girl fell in front of her.
The girl's eyes were like the surface of a frozen lake, covered with falling snow, and her lips were pale and peeling due to blood loss, and she looked like she was about to die.
Carol held up the girl's chin and asked her: Who are you? Can you give me love?
The girl's lips moved: I can, I am Wen Dolin.
Carol didn't know that Wendolin was the former saint of the Church of Mercy, a sect that believed in the moon god, and was demoted for being unloving.
Wendolin didn't know that the moment she kissed Carol's lips, Carol ate the sweetest food.
Warning:
1. Innocent Succubus × Cold-hearted Saint
2. It's not a pure Western fantasy, the settings are all made by myself.
3. It's a love story, it's a cookie
Purpose: Falling in love in Western Fantasy
