Chapter 28

Chapter 28

"My God, Raphael, what is that? How could this happen?"

Following the direction of Fred's fingers, you can clearly see Dorothy's dazzling long red hair and Pierre, whom Fred has been ignoring.

"Dorothy, why do adults like to kiss?" Pierre tilted his head curiously at Dorothy.

Dorothy bit her finger and thought about it carefully before shaking her head regretfully: "I don't know, but I think that's probably a sign of friendship."

"Really?" Pierre scratched his hair. "So it's not a sign of love."

Dorothy thought about it again and grabbed Pierre's arm with a smile: "Well, Pierre, you are so strange today. Why did you ask me such a question? Is it because Pierre has someone he likes? Oh, that's great!"

Pierre's cheeks turned red. He lowered his head and said shyly, "No, I... I just want... I... Can I kiss you, Dorothy?"

Dorothy's cheeks also turned red. She lowered her head and didn't know what to say or what to do, but all this happened seemed to be completely in line with what she expected in her heart. What a contradictory and strange feeling!

"Is it okay?" Pierre looked up at her red hair with some expectation, and didn't get her answer for a long time. Is that acquiescence? So he summoned up his courage, raised her face, and gently imprinted his lips on her lips, as if touching a beautiful porcelain, and even his breathing became cautious.

"Hey! Fred! Where are you going?" Raphael hurriedly grabbed Fred's body that was about to rush over, and his face didn't understand, "Isn't that normal? At Dorothy's age, there should be someone she likes. Isn't that nothing?

"No! That's not right!" Fred struggled, but finally collapsed weakly, half leaning on Raphael's body, and in his green eyes, he was deeply disappointed.

Really, is it really not possible?

If they are not allowed to be together, why does God arrange for them to meet?

Aier slowly opened his eyes and slowly adapted to the darkness around him.

Aier gradually sees the things around him clearly, which is not the environment he is familiar with.

Where is it?

She struggled to sit up, and there was a heartbreaking pain in her shoulder, and the blood wet the snow-white bandage again.

She remembers that she fainted and fainted Raphael. Did he really save himself?

Suddenly, I heard a noisy sound from outside the door. The door was kicked open with a bang. Fred came in with a white porcelain bowl and put the bowl on the table hard. A lot of soup spilled out and splashed on the table.

Fred yelled at Elle, who lay back, angrily, "What are you still lying down? Get up and drink the soup Raphael made for you!"

He deliberately said the word "special" very heavily, which made Aier's eyes lose his mind.

Raphael... Are you so worried about her?

Aier smiled bitterly. It's really ridiculous. It's incredible that the enemy who used to fight endlessly now cares for himself so warmly.

"Hey, Al. Bronte! Do you drink it or not? I'm not Raphael, I'm not that patient! Maybe it's possible to eat you as a dessert!" Fred scared Ayr like a child. Did he start to accept her or did he keep intimidating others with such intimidating words?

Ayer smiled helplessly and shook his head. This situation made Fred frown and question loudly, "What are you laughing at?" What's so funny!"

Aier restrained her smile and regained her usual arrogant tone: "Oh, what's the matter, Count Fred? Did you confiscate this right for a little girl who even smiled?

Fred has the impulse to beat people again.

This Ayr is so annoying whenever he speaks! Doesn't she know that she is on his Fred's territory?! How dare you laugh at him with the name "Count Fred"! Oh, my God! This guy must not want to live!

"I warn you, Al. Bronte, don't call me 'Count Fred' again!" Fred pointed to Ayr angrily, and his green eyes were about to spewing fire.

Ayr smiled gently: "I know that Count Fred is actually a gentleman and will not embarrass an injured lady. Isn't that right? Besides, you don't have to order me to do anything, Count Fred? This is not in your castle. If you don't welcome me, I will leave by myself and won't bother you again. Thank you for staying with me and taking good care of me.

With that, she struggled to get out of bed and was suddenly pressed down by Fred. His cold and surprised big hand pressed on her two shoulders. The injured shoulder obviously could not bear his weight. It was already dyed red by the blood-soaked bandage, but Aier stubbornly squeezed his lips tightly, so that a little painful groan did not come out of his mouth, and even the rosy on his lips faded and became pale. .

"Look at how seriously you are injured! Where else do you want to go?" Fred really doubted whether he was possessed by Raphael and began to care about her?! Vampires and werewolves? It sounds like you want to make people laugh!

He poked her wound hard with his fingers, and his tone became more and more bad: "Take care of it quickly!" Are you tempting me to suck your dirty blood? What a terrible proposal!"

Ale was touched by him, and Fred pressed on her body and made her feel like a fish leaving the water and couldn't breathe, but she didn't want to beg him for mercy or something. Leave her the last bit of self-esteem!

"Sorry, I didn't bother you, did I?"