Keep a vampire as a pet!

Chapter 4 Ghost Doll or Cat Demon?

Especially the little brat's chilling eyes made Cynthia tremble with fear, which little baby would possess such eyes.

The previous tugging on her coat corner with a look of dependence was the correct look for a baby ah!

Associated with the peculiar way the little kid was born, Cynthia cringed, closed her own eyes, swallowed hard a few mouthfuls of saliva, reached out and copied the little kid sitting on the sofa in one swift motion, not caring that she had one foot in flip-flops and one foot in canvas shoes, flung the door shut with one hand and darted downstairs, stopping a cab.

“Master, to the orphanage, please.”

Throwing that out, Cynthia leaned back against the seat of the car and gasped for air, the little brat was so wrapped up in her arms with one hand that she couldn't see his expression, but even if she couldn't see the expression, Cynthia could feel the cold air she was radiating from him.

Half an hour later, the cab pulled up steadily in front of the orphanage.

Cynthia got out of the car with her little kid in her arms, asked the driver to wait for a while, and then ran to the orphanage with the kid in her arms, put the kid down against the wall, and then rushed to the cab in a gust of wind, as if there was a beast chasing after her, and she couldn't help but turn back to look behind her after getting in the car, and she only sighed in relief when the orphanage disappeared from her line of sight.

When the car stopped under the apartment building, Cynthia threw down the taxi money and ran to her house in a 100-meter sprint, pulling out the key and opening the door in a frenzy, her eyes locking onto the living room couch first.

Not there, not there, never not there, Cynthia mumbled in her mind.

Her body shook when she saw the small man on the couch, and it took her fingers gripping the doorframe with a death grip to keep her body from going limp.

There he was, looking at her even colder than last time, and Cynthia felt like her blood was going to freeze, her body seemed to lose consciousness, and she couldn't move even if she wanted to.

This was a ghost doll, wasn't it? It was so eerie that no matter where she left it, he'd be able to find it on his own and kill himself in the dead of night.

Cynthia's head had conjured up all sorts of images of her own gruesome death. Especially after she saw the coldness like substance in the eyes of the brat, she finally couldn't hold herself up and paralyzed on the ground.

“Who are you? Who the hell are you!” Cynthia looked at the little man on the couch, completely disoriented.

Originally, she expected to get no response as usual.

In the midst of Cynthia's rapid breathing, a small cold grunt pierced through her ragged breathing and entered her ears.

Cynthia knew full well that she hadn't made any noise just then, and that there was only one other person left in this room besides her.

She raised her head in a daze, ready to fight with the ghost doll, but she didn't want to see the little doll with her hands stuck in front of her chest, her tiny chin raised high, eager to go up to the sky, looking at Cynthia with a look full of contempt, rather like a “stupid mortal”.

Looking at the child's arrogant expression, the idea of a ghost doll was instantly thrown out of Cynthia's mind.

Kid, didn't anyone ever tell you that that look is not intimidating?

If a grown man were to make it, along with the little brat's cold aura, it would definitely make the people around her cold and sweaty.

Only now the one who made this expression was a little kid whose teeth were not even full-grown, revealing his naked upper body, with his lower body covered with a small flower quilt with green in red, how to look at it how to look at it how to look at it how to look at it how to look at it how to look at it comical, where there was still a sense of fierce and vicious.

“Pfft!” Cynthia, who always had a big heart, laughed unkindly.

The little kid had originally resented the person he was looking at for leaving him behind without permission, and wanted to make an angry face so that the person would come over and admit his fault by himself, who knew that he had only just put on a face, and not only did the person not take the initiative to admit his fault, but he even dared to laugh at him!

The little kid blew up, and with his messy, shaggy black hair, he babbled at Cynthia.

Cynthia had only covered her mouth to snicker, but when she saw the brat's furry face she couldn't suppress the laughter in her throat, so she simply gave up covering her mouth, and her clear laughter floated around the room, sweeping away the gloominess from before.

“Hmm?”

A puzzled monotone hummed from the child's nose, not understanding what Cynthia was laughing at.

As smart as he was, he couldn't keep up with Cynthia's jumpy thinking; one second he was full of fear, and the next he was laughing so cheerfully that it seemed strange anyways.

Cluelessly looking at Cynthia for a while, perhaps infected by the crisp laughter, glaring eyes curved and narrowed into two crescent moons, revealing a row of toothless gums and two small pointed teeth, without surprise, following the pointed teeth together with two crystal spit.

This stupid look made Cynthia hold her stomach and laughed on the floor, haha, this is not a ghost doll, it looks like a kitten demon that has just entered the world.

The kid's rounded cat pupils are a good proof of this, aren't they?

Thinking of the child's furry appearance, Cynthia's laughter, which she had managed to alleviate a bit, exploded again.

The little kid looked at Cynthia and giggled for a while, taking advantage of Cynthia's laughter to crawl to her side with agile hands and feet, his speed was actually about the same as an adult's trotting speed. Crawling to Cynthia's side, he looked at Cynthia's smiling face and stretched out a delicate finger to poke the shallow dimple at the side of her mouth.

The slightly cool touch on her face caused Cynthia's laughter to stall, as if she was being pinched and couldn't make a single sound. How could she forget, this kid was no ordinary person.

“Huh?” The little kid was curious about Cynthia's dimples, who knew that Cynthia suddenly stopped laughing, and the shallow dimples on her face naturally disappeared, small children are inherently curious, this is not the case, in Cynthia's stunned effort, and gently poked at the location of her dimples.

The little kid's touch was like flicking a switch, and Cynthia finally made a move.

Straightening up, she took two wary steps back to keep the brat from getting too close.

The little kid was already extremely attached to Cynthia, and seeing her so obviously avoiding the action, he was very aggravated, and a layer of water mist covered his cat-pupil-like round eyes, as if he would shed tears the next moment.

Hey! Being cute is against the law!

Cynthia looked at the starry-eyed attack that she had only seen in anime, and almost didn't pounce on the person to pull him into her arms and rub him, the villain in her heart had already roared up to the sky.

The child is very sensitive, Cynthia faltering moment was captured by him, a brain turn seems to understand the liking Cynthia happy with their own this look, so the top of the watery eyes full of Cynthia's direction crawled two steps, very dependent reach out and hooked the corner of Cynthia's coat, wanting to get close but do not dare to get close to the appearance of Cynthia how to not be cruel to the heart.