Neither he nor she told each other their first and last names, but there seemed to be a magical tacit understanding.

A look, or an expression.

But she didn't have many expressions, while he had many expressions.

The young man did not live up to his bold words and actually bought the building in one night.

Later, he just went to a smoky bar where he could gamble money, and then he played poker with a group of people who came to have fun all night long.

Of course, the young man still took this woman with him who had withheld the last piece of property for him.

They still haven't told each other their first and last names.

The woman looked at the young man's face in the crowd. He was calm, confident, and his smile was charming. There was an air of debauchery about this man.

His eyes are sexy, which is almost a fatal weapon for most women.

From time to time, the young man would chuckle a few times and look across the crowd, looking at the woman sitting in front of the bar, holding her chin and not knowing what she was thinking.

She didn't touch the glass of wine he prepared for her, she just held the cherry stems with her fingers and slowly stirred the wine to pass the time.

Apart from being beautiful, she is probably a boring woman.

Maybe it's still lonely.

Suddenly, the young man didn't want to continue playing. He threw away the playing cards in his hand, took only a small part of the winnings, and then pushed out the rest, so he easily got a chance to terminate.

Get up and leave your seat.

The young man took a look at the bar, then asked the bartender to give him a bottle of red wine. Soon after, he came to the beautiful woman and sat down.

"Let's play a little game." The young man gently shook the wine glass in his hand, "Guess what I do."

The woman did not speak, but turned around. She still held her chin, tilted her head slightly, and looked at the young man like this. After a while, she said, "What do you do?"

"Isn't it boring to know the answer directly?" The young man turned his chair directly, pointed it at the woman, and looked directly at her.

She shook her head and said calmly: "Not knowing the answer is the most boring thing, but waiting is not."

"Okay." He said softly, then picked up the wine glass in front of the table, took a sip, and then smiled: "My secondary occupation is a gambler. You should know it, right."

"Then?" The woman nodded.

"I'm a winemaker."

The young man said slowly, "I am an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. But when I was six years old, a foreign couple came to the orphanage and took me away. After that, I became the family's

Adopted son. My adoptive father had his own vineyard and was a winemaker. He taught me how to make the best red wine and how to taste red wine. But I did not inherit it in the end."

"Why." The woman became curious.

The young man waved and then moved closer to the woman. He had a mysterious look on his face, as if he was about to tell some big secrets. The woman also moved closer.

He was face to face with her, separated only by a wine glass.

"I have no sense of taste now." The young man blinked and said, "Suddenly one day, no matter what I eat or drink, there is no taste to me. So I will never be an outstanding person.

Winemaker."

She didn't ask him why he lost his sense of taste, but suddenly smiled and said: "What a coincidence, no matter what I eat, it only has one taste."

With blurred eyes, he and she looked at each other, testing each other, like the stars in the sky corresponding to the reflection of the stars on the calm lake.

"Only one flavor? What flavor?"

"The taste of blood."

…

The taste of blood.

She smiled, and it was the most touching smile the young man had ever seen in his life.

He suddenly remembered a saying, beautiful eyes can speak, her eyes seemed to be telling something.

"Stretch out your hand." The young man said suddenly.

She stretched out her hand, which was cold. The moment the young man gently grasped her palm, he felt the cold temperature in his palm. He glanced at the woman in surprise.

At this time, the young man placed a 1-mark coin in the woman's palm and said, "Merry Christmas."

The woman said interestingly: "A Christmas gift of 1 mark, this is the simplest gift I have ever had."

He said: "But you have to know that this 1-mark coin was once my last wealth. At the same time, this 1-mark coin can also allow me to own the whole world. You intercepted it for me, and now,

It's in your hand."

The woman's eyelashes moved slightly. She stared at the coins in her palm and suddenly said: "Do you say the same love words to every woman?"

The young man smiled slightly and said: "Not every woman is willing to intercept the coin that is about to fall into the sewer for me."

Very amazing.

Or call it love at first sight, or just hormonal impulse.

When the hands of the clock pointed to twelve o'clock, when the bells rang outside, the whole world was quiet. After the silence, the bar began to cheer, sing and dance.

The erupting ribbons and fireworks spiraled down from above, like a colorful snow falling. In this "snow", he and she gently bit each other's lips.

Later in the night, the young man used the money he won to find a unique hotel. From the moment he entered the door, the flame of lust was completely burning.

From the aisle to the sofa, from the sofa to the fireplace, the man and woman kissing wildly knocked the lamp next to the coffee table to the ground, as well as the coat rack nearby.

He and she fell on the soft chiffon bed.

"Why is your body so cold?"

"Then make it hot."

"I can."

The young man kissed the woman's neck vigorously, and the heat from the friction between the skin seemed to gradually make her become hotter.

He and she still haven't told each other their first and last names.

…

"Did I wake you?"

The young man put his hand on the bedside table and was playing with the 1 mark coin, making it spin, then watched it pause, and then continued to spin it.

The woman raised the pillow to make herself more comfortable, "I just feel more energetic at night."

The young man smiled slightly and started to kiss her. After a little intimacy, the two hugged each other, and the woman became a pillow on his chest.

She traced her fingers slowly on the young man's chest, but she used nails. She said, "I like the sound of your heartbeat. It's strong, powerful, and active."

"What does blood smell like?" the young man suddenly asked curiously.

She raised her head and looked at him, also giving him a curious look.

The young man said, "I'm just curious about, like you said, the taste of blood."

The woman suddenly kissed the young man's collarbone, and slowly moved to the young man's neck, like a dragonfly touching water, and said at the same time: "Glycy, sweet, or thick, like milk and honey.

Sometimes it's delicate, sometimes it's spicy, like strong liquor, but it's not bitter, but at the same time it gives you a slight burning sensation in your throat, it's warm..."

Lips gently sucking on the neck, the young man listened quietly to the woman's description of the taste of blood. She seemed to intend to use all the beautiful words in the world.

But he just kept feeling the softness of those lips.

He suddenly spoke, interrupted the woman's description, and said with a smile: "If one day I can regain my sense of taste, even if I spend the rest of my life, I want to make a bottle of wine like this, which is sweet and mellow.

Sweet or thick, like milk and honey..."

He almost repeated the woman's description of the taste of blood.

What he didn't know was that the woman quietly retracted her fangs at this moment, and then looked into his eyes lovingly.

So the young man caressed the woman's cheek, "...and then I give it to you, a fine wine like blood."

She looked at him blankly, and then asked: "What's your name?"

"Tu Shenyi, this was my name before I was adopted."

"kiss Me."

She opened her arms to him.

…

…

The palm of her hand suddenly covered the 1-mark coin, and then she grabbed it. Karen Ishel felt that she had regained a little bit of strength, and then she stood up holding on to the wall.

Many times, she felt that eternal life was not actually a good thing.

The short-lived species envy the eternity of the long-lived species, while the long-lived species longs for the brilliance and excitement of every moment in the short life of the short-lived species.

Different races lead to different perspectives on things.

"They are all creatures who are never satisfied..."

She laughed at herself and started to move forward holding on to the wall again. She needed to go back and get all those 'Wangyou' series, but she didn't know if she could get the real 'Naihe' from Takizawa in her current state.
To be continued...