Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Bai Lu lay there motionless, as if she was planning on treating herself as some kind of vase or decoration.

Klaus licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly closed his eyes.

Bai Lu's breathing relaxed, but she still remained cautious and didn't make the slightest movement.

Klaus' lips twisted in a cold smile. He didn't care whether the container beside him was male or female, or what kind of species it was, or even if she wanted to kill him. He just had enough of this thousand years of loneliness and coldness.

Unrestrained, wanton to the infinite joy, Klaus' torn soul, still unable to be redeemed.

"New Orleans, this, this belongs to me... City, you know? "A wandering little wolf girl."

New Orleans, what a strange name. Wolf girl? Did he mean her? Wolf? Species? Or … A wandering wolf girl, that is to say, they are not very familiar with each other, are they?

Bai Lu's mind raced as she tried to find any clues.

Hiss!

Her neck hurt.

The damn man bit her again, and his sharp eyes flashed with killing intent.

The blood brought with it a fresh life, falling from the corner of Klaus' mouth, and the snow-white bedsheets bloomed with bright red plum blossoms.

Klaus stretched out his hand and carelessly touched her neck, which was the same as Dew's. His clearly drawn face seemed to be blurry for a second.

The werewolf, the lonely wandering wolf girl, the abandoned fallen soul.

White Dew tilted her head. She couldn't afford to offend Klaus. She was frightened by Klaus' strength, and the wound on her neck was making tearing sounds. However, she still didn't dare to move an inch.

Blood, without the slightest tendency to stop, flowed into the man's mouth.

Bai Lu struggled. This man, was he a monster or demon? He was actually constantly drinking human blood?

He frowned, but he didn't look the same with his domineering good looks. He was the archetype of a man, with a strong body without warmth, a heart without sound, and a paradoxical combination.

What was this man?

This body did not belong to her. She was still conscious even though she had lost so much blood. What was the reason?

Klaus didn't try to tease the little wolf girl anymore. He had never been patient, and besides, the little wolf girl's blood was much more delicious than the ordinary wolf man's. She tightly wrapped around his prey, and Klaus enjoyed the fear and rejection the little wolf girl felt towards him.

At the very least, they didn't dare to betray their master out of fear.

His long, white, strong fingers hooked around her chin, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a pair of soul-stirring dimples. Klaus leaned forward to placate his spoils of war.

The wound on her neck was healed in an instant, as if it was tightly sewn with invisible threads. It was perfect but strange.

His neck was the color of honey, long and strong, without any damage or unnecessary pain.

Klaus presumptuously grabbed hold of Bai Lu's neck, the vampire's kiss carried the power of a barbed hook, and wherever it went, the tight texture bloomed like roses.

"River Crab"