Gorgeous Blood Feast

In the Mercedes-Benz, the handsome young man sat securely on the seat, not afraid of the three vans that followed closely behind the car for an hour. He gently stroked the mole with his right hand and raised a confident smile at the corner of his mouth. In the classical castle, the handsome young man on the throne hangs his head slightly, and his slender neck draws a rounded arc like a swan, elegant and beautiful. His slender fingers slowly turn the glass in his hand, the red wine in the glass ripples slightly, and the fingers against the background are even more white and attractive. His hands tightened uncontrollably, and the boy in his arms fit perfectly with his chest. The white neck was exposed to his field of vision without warning, and the cyan blood vessels were obvious under the skin. The silver-haired boy lowered his head uncontrollably, and the sweet fragrance of blood faintly spread through the skin, seduce his appetite vaguely.