Keep a vampire as a pet!

Chapter 3: There it is again!

Cynthia's chest ached at the sight of the little brat's sharp teeth, and raised her hand to touch his sharp teeth and wipe the red color off of them.

Who knew that before she could get her hand back, the little kid she was holding in a single hand began to squirm restlessly, and when Cynthia wasn't paying attention, her two little short hands wrapped around Cynthia's hand and shoved it into her mouth.

Cynthia felt her blood-stained fingertips being rolled by something soft and smooth, her fingers instantly surrounded by wet saliva, her sweaty hairs exploded and she immediately pulled her own hand out, frowning at the little one who stretched out her arm to grab her fingers, “What are you doing?”

The answer to Cynthia's question was a quizzical blink from the little brat as he c****d his head.

Cynthia felt that she must have been pissed off at this little brat, otherwise how could she ask such an idiotic question, would the little brat even answer her.

“Ring ring ring-” the bell rang.

Cynthia dizzily gathered her things and waited until everyone was gone before walking out of the classroom clutching her stomach.

She hadn't even gotten over the fact that she'd hatched a baby by the end of the morning's class, not to mention the fact that the little brat had been rubbing up against her and slobbering all over her.

Cynthia drifted out of the school, thankfully she only had morning classes today or she would have had to carry the little brat to class.

Rushing home at a hundred meter dash, she rummaged through her closet looking for something to wear for the little brat or a little quilt to wrap him in.

After a morning of hiding the kid in her stomach and holding him all morning, only to find him still cold and unheated, Cynthia was afraid that the kid had gotten sick or something had happened to him.

Ever since Cynthia's parents died in her accident, she had been saving her money and taking good care of herself, afraid that she would get sick, knowing that getting sick could be very costly. Even though this little brat didn't know what he was from, she couldn't just leave him alone, in case he did freeze to death, she was going to be taken to tea by the police.

After finding a small quilt and wrapping it around the kid, Cynthia had the time to think about what she would do with the kid.

Cynthia's head was spinning as she looked at the little kid wrapped up in the quilt and sitting on the couch with only his furry head showing.

The furry little kid was so cute and adorable that she wanted to keep it for herself!

Unfortunately, reality told Cynthia that this was not possible, the identity of the unknown, and the burden of raising a child, these are not Cynthia can bear.

Looking at the little kid who was looking at her with dark eyes, Cynthia let out a sigh, stood up and walked over to the little kid, rubbing his head, her heart made up its mind.

And the little kid who had his head rubbed by Cynthia looked happy, grinning a big smile with his little mouth showing his two little pointed teeth, seemingly enjoying Cynthia's closeness to him.

Leaving the little kid in the living room, Cynthia got up and went into the bedroom, and made another rummage through the closet, and found out a wide black trench coat, and also found out the gray baseball cap that she bought a long time ago, and put the cap on in the mirror, and put the collar of the trench coat standing up, and looked at her own self in the mirror which was blocked most of her face, and only then did Cynthia retracted her gaze in satisfaction.

“Yah!”

Cynthia was summoned by a familiar babbling sound and turned her head to find the little brat crawling up to the door of his room at some point, pushing against the door blocking his way with one hand, her thin eyebrows furrowed together as if she was displeased with the door.

Seeing that the door was pushed aside by himself, the little guy's eyebrows only stretched out, arrogantly grunting at the door before continuing to majestically crawl in front of Cynthia, straightening up and opening his arms to beg for a hug.

Watching the little brat's movements, Cynthia let out a breath and crouched down to pick him up, walking him to the living room and wrapping him in a small quilt before heading out the door.

Along the way Cynthia lowered the brim of her hat and walked to the neighborhood of the police station with her arms wrapped tightly around the little kid.

In the afternoon there were few people on the streets, and Cynthia ducked around the corner of the alley, poked half her head out to look around, and silently retracted her head when she saw the probe angled above the doorway of the police station.

Straightening the collar of her trench coat, she pulled the zipper to the top and pushed the brim of her hat down a few more points, making sure that most of her face was hidden under the collar and hat, before Cynthia came out from the corner and lowered her head towards the entrance of the police station, leaving the little brat near the entrance of the police station when no one was looking.

This was something Cynthia had purposely scouted out earlier, an angle that wouldn't allow her face to be captured by a probe.

If it wasn't for the fact that it wasn't easy to explain how the little kid came to be, she wouldn't have to go through all this trouble, she couldn't just hold the kid and tell the police that it crawled out of an egg.

Crouching down to put the kid against the wall, Cynthia didn't dare to look back and hurriedly left.

Cynthia didn't notice the somber look on the kid's face when she put him down.

After leaving Cynthia walked absentmindedly all the way home, remembering one moment the way the brat had giggled at herself, and the other the way the brat had hatched from the egg ......

Cynthia shook her head to get rid of the thoughts in her head, this child will not have any relationship with her anymore, whether he is born from a fetus or an egg, it has nothing to do with her.

Putting aside those chaotic thoughts, Cynthia's pace became much lighter, humming a song as she bounced home.

Cynthia's home was located in a normal apartment near her college, a house left to her by her parents who had died in a car accident when she was a child.

Pulling out her key, she unlocked the door and casually closed it behind her, bending down to change her shoes, her eyes swept unobtrusively towards the living room, a glance that turned her one-legged stance into a fart. Too excited to fall.

Cynthia couldn't care less about the pain on her ass, screamed and ran to the couch, looked at the expressionless brat with cool eyes, and yelled out of control, “Why are you here!”

No wonder Cynthia was emotional, no one else would have been calm alright. Obviously should be in the police station to stay in the child, now even sitting in her living room couch, to know that this is a little kid can only crawl to walk ah, Cynthia really can not imagine how he came back alone by himself, and climbed up to the fifth floor.

Her house belonged to a twenty years old apartment building, the highest was the fifth floor, and there was no elevator installed.

Suddenly hit Cynthia a shiver, the bottom of the heart flooded a cold, this child is certainly not an ordinary child, looking at the child's hairy hair, pink face, Cynthia where will still feel cute, not be scared to death is good.

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