I Became Cinderella's Vicious Stepsister (MTL) [COMPLETED]

27. Pickpocket

Natasi opened her eyes suddenly.

A dark shadow covered her like a thick fog, and she opened her mouth subconsciously, waiting to realize who the other person was, and closed it again.

"Master Louis?"

She asked in a low voice, and looked up.

The girl in the same room slept silently.

Louis's handsome and noble face gradually appeared in the darkness. He didn't wear his cloak. His face was pale and his eyes were cold.

"Master Louise, why are you here now..."

Natasi breathed a sigh of relief, and her beating heart gradually eased.

"Hush, don't talk, Natasi."

Louis "compared" and pressed her index finger gently against her lips.

Natasi closed her mouth obediently.

She noticed that his breathing was too fast, and her fingers were colder than usual, as cold as a piece of ice-

She couldn't help shivering.

"Good girl, that's right."

Louis looked at her with satisfaction, this is his favorite girl.

The docile, well-behaved, and harmless, like a rabbit, is not the untamed, sloppy wild cat that just waved its paws.

--It's a pity that he is the only stand-in doll.

"Sir Louis, you... injured?"

Natasi's nose smelled a thick bloody smell, which she was not unfamiliar with.

She held out her hand, but was caught--

Louis looked at her apologetically

"Natasi..."

"Sir Louis, no matter what you do, I am willing."

Natasi looked at him tenderly.

She lay there like a pure lamb.

Louis felt an infinite love, and she always had such an appetite for him.

The teeth pierced the skin between her necks skillfully, and the young girl's blood flowed from the bloodstream into his hungry throat, filling the empty chest, and the anxious and painful wounds stirred by the silver cross slowly began to ease.

The force re-enters his body.

And Natasi felt happy.

She seemed to be caught in a colorful cloud.

There are sweet candies, beautiful clothes, a loving father, and...

"...Mr. Leslie."

She smiled sweetly and hugged the young man tightly around her neck.

Louis stopped suddenly.

"Louis... Master?"

Natasi looked at him in a trance, his face still stained with a slight blush.

"Not quite the same."

He only said one thing she didn't understand.

"What... different?"

Natasi tilted her head.

"Nothing," Louis stroked her head gently. "Natasi, you don't have to worry about this."

He lowered his head and pierced his cold teeth back into the wound, but Natassi felt that Lord Louis seemed to be a little absent. He was not as urgent to her as before, but instead seemed to be troubled by some problem-