Operation Red Book

Chapter 472 Fight 2

"Don't waste your energy. He doesn't want to see you."

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

"real."

Lord Leon easily caught Ivy's hand flying towards him, grabbed it twice casually, and then pressed down.

"He doesn't need you. He has found someone who is willing to listen to him. I sensed that part of my consciousness is in his body. Have you forgotten?"

"He will never tell you the emotions hidden deep in his heart, but others can. They are both teachers and friends, and you are a distant dream."

"He told me all this..."

Not sure whether it was true or false, these vague words still made Ivy feel dazed again. She gasped lightly, trying to digest these strange words in her buzzing mind.

Her head felt too heavy, as if there was a ball of impenetrable fog that was constantly squeezing and expanding her head inwards...it was all because of this damn fireplace and this sweltering temperature.

“Ha… huh… huh…”

Hot air kept coming out of her mouth, and she felt a restraining pressure on her waist. Ivy then realized that she had no way to escape.

She placed her hands on Lord Leon's shoulders and tried to push him away but she had no strength.

He had pushed her skirt up to her waist at some point, leaving dark grey wrinkles on her heaving belly.

It was so embarrassing that Ivy blushed and turned her eyes away. The unbearable heat spread from her lower abdomen to her limbs.

Even though she became like this, he was still not satisfied.

He pulled up the lace straps of the pumpkin pants, pinched Ivy's delicate and smooth skin, and lifted one knee onto his shoulder.

"I can help you with anything, as long as you ask...but there are conditions."

He admired Ivy's blurry eyes, rubbing his cheek against her calves, slowly seducing her.

"What...what conditions..." Ivy asked, trying her best to endure the itching and pain in her body.

"Blood...your blood...I haven't drunk blood for a long time...I want your blood..."

"Well!"

There was a sudden, soul-stirring scream of pain in the leg, and the tingling sensation spread smoothly to the tailbone.

Ivy couldn't help but cry out in pain, and her fingers dug into the soft fabric of the sofa.

"Only... only a small sip..."

"Ah... That's great... That's great..."

Lord Leon replied with a happy ending, he increased the intensity of the strumming of his thighs and kissed the trembling insides of his calves devoutly.

The next second, he placed messy kisses one after another along her legs, and slowly slid down following the direction of gravity.

The distance between the two torsos became more and more dangerous, and Ivy's body became more and more sensitive and hot.

"Where...where are you going?" Ivy pushed his head and asked crying.

"Do you remember? I lived in a damp and cold castle made entirely of stone." He replied calmly, as simple as the beginning of an Aesop's fable.

"I hate darkness, dampness, coldness, and hardness... But the damn God gave me the identity of a vampire, forcing me to follow their nature and live in a damp cave."

"So... I tried my best to keep myself warm. It's an instinct. You can't deny it."

"I like warmth, I like warmth, I like others to accompany me, I like to lie in a pile of cotton soaked with sunshine..."

Slowly, his lips reached the end of the story.

That was the warmest and softest place he found, with a whole ball of flat, smooth soft flesh, a whole "pile of cotton" at his disposal.

He stuck out his scarlet tongue, greedily licked the soft skin twice, then smiled with satisfaction.

Delicate and warm, soft and fragrant...it was enough to make him let go of a thousand years of hatred at this moment.

"I like it here..." The hot air sprayed on the undulating beach, blowing away the fine dust.

The next second, fangs appeared as his lips parted, and he wrapped his arms around Ivy's thighs, stabbing his cold fangs deep into the soft flesh of the soul.

“Ahh…Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!”

Feeling the stinging pain at the base of her legs, Ivy's body continued to tremble and contract.

Her skin turned pink and a thin layer of sweat covered her entire body.

The long legs covering Lord Leon's back clung to his body tightly, with the white toes curled up and moving closer to the soles of his feet.

All ten of her fingers were inserted into Lord Leon's hair. Under the stimulation of the towering force, she could not control her body at all. She could only follow the instinct of her nerves to frantically mess up the long yellow hair, and then grab the hair tightly and pull his scalp.

The burning heat in her abdomen almost melted her body. She screamed and arched her back, trying to break free from the restraints and escape from the pain.

Unexpectedly, her tail was tightly entangled by thorny brambles, binding her mind and body, burning and baking in the fire of desire, until she no longer had the strength to resist, and let the flowing blood leave her body and merge with another person.

"Are they both really okay?"

Lestrade said, looking worriedly at the wind and sand outside the window.

"Don't worry about it. I have experience. They will make up before tonight. They are just two kids throwing tantrums."

Holmes replied as he read the newspaper, smoking a cigarette with a look of indifference on his face.

"How about I go out and look for Joshua, and you go and comfort Ivy?"

Lestrade was still a little worried.

"It's so windy outside, and the child is so thin, he could be blown into the river... And little Ivy, to be honest, I heard her crying just now..."

"I'm a man from outside. How can I barge into a girl's bedroom? This is not polite."

"Then let that little girl named Christine go and comfort her... Oh! She said she was going out to buy some bread, why hasn't she come back yet? Maybe something happened to her..."

"She won't be back. When she went out, she looked nervous, dodging, and her eyes were red with anxiety... her family must have discovered that she had sneaked out."

After listening to this, Lestrade was silent for five seconds. He suddenly seemed to have thought of something and asked hurriedly, "What about Joshua?"

"Why rush? You will see him in the newspaper tomorrow." Holmes shook the newspaper in his hand with a serious expression.

"what?"

"The cold body of a man fished out of the Thames..."

"How can you be an uncle like this! What nonsense!" Lestrade roared and stood up.

"boom!"

A loud bang came from the depths of the living room, attracting the attention of Lestrade and Holmes.

Ivy, wearing a plain white nightgown, stumbled into the light.

Her face was flushed and she was coughing as she walked.

In the face of Lestrade's concern and Holmes's sarcasm, she turned a deaf ear, as if she could not hear them, and drank a full cup of tea without saying a word.

"This set is pretty good. It covers everything that shouldn't be exposed. But what are you playing this time?"

"Christine from The Phantom of the Opera..."

"Ah? You made this up, didn't you?"

"Leave me alone."

Without waiting for Holmes to retort, Ivy turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the wooden door with a snap.