Keep a vampire as a pet!

Chapter 9: Standing Up

Cynthia's mind was much more settled after settling on the little brat's name, her fingers stroked through his soft hair and her eyelids drifted to sleep.

After lighting the lamp, Cynthia dipped her pillow and immediately fell asleep.

The events of the past two days have exceeded her tolerance, she needs a good rest.

And in Cynthia's slumber, was wrapped in her arms Alan has moved, originally tightly closed eyes do not know when to open, in the dark night flashes a faint red light, red mouth slightly open, leaning toward that sends out a tempting fragrance, sharp teeth gently against the white neck, under his sharp teeth is Cynthia's smooth beating aorta.

The moment he lowered his head and prepared to bite down, his reddish eyes flickered for a moment, and soon the scarlet red light in his eyes was gone, replaced by that deep black color, while his teeth slightly deviated, his sharp teeth still biting on Cynthia's neck, but skillfully avoiding her aorta.

Alan only lightly bit through Cynthia's skin, not coming down as hard as he did the first time, and quickly retracted his fangs, not forgetting to run his tongue over Cynthia's wound, which would make it disappear from her neck.

The instincts within the slightly older Alan's body were coming out and his self-control was a lot better than the drooling brat he had been before, or else he wouldn't have been able to get away with just a drop or two of blood with what he had consumed this evening.

Cynthia didn't have the slightest idea that her blood had been taken while she was asleep, nor did she realize that she had become Alan's nutritional supplement.

Even though it was only two drops of blood, Alan looked much better, his body temperature had risen slightly, and he no longer looked like he had just come out of the freezer.

After a dreamless night, Cynthia yawned and woke up from her sleep, quickly remembering Alan, who had passed out last night, she hurriedly dropped the hand covering her mouth and opened her eyes to look for the child.

Instead, she didn't want to open her eyes to meet a pair of wet, round eyes with a rosy face that was now smiling at her.

Cynthia was easily sobered up a little bit by a smile to find the north again, looking at Alan's smile himself also silly smile, the corner of the lips pulled upward two small pear swirls appeared.

Seeing the little pear swirls, Alan's eyes lit up, his little fleshy hand reached out and poked, raised his eyes to look at Cynthia, and seeing that she didn't stop himself, he reached out and poked again.

The dimples were poked several times, Cynthia finally reacted, raised her hand when Alan's little paw, smiled and opened her mouth, “Okay, okay, no more fussing, let's get up, is Alan hungry?”

Last night when Cynthia named Alan he was already asleep, so when he heard the unfamiliar name popping out of Cynthia's mouth he was puzzled, tilting his little head and biting his finger he looked at Cynthia, the distressed look as if he was thinking about a major matter.

Cynthia found her slippers and turned back to say something to Alan, and immediately forgot what she was going to say when she met Alan's adorable look.

“Yaaaah?” Alan shouted suspiciously when he saw Cynthia staring blankly at him.

Cynthia then came back to her senses, “Alan, your name, remember?”

Alan understood Cynthia's words, his round eyes curved and the corners of his mouth turned up, he seemed to like the name.

Seeing Alan's grinning demeanor Cynthia smiled along with him and carried the child to the bathroom to wipe his face and hands before cleaning herself up.

After breakfast Cynthia sat on the couch looking at Alan who was grabbing his fingers and playing with them with a headache.

It was the weekend for the past two days so she could be home to take care of the baby, and class was tomorrow, so what could she do? Should she just carry the baby to class? But it didn't seem right to leave him at home alone if she didn't carry him to class.

Cynthia's head hurt from thinking about this question, and she came up with a result, but there were a few more hairs on the floor that she scratched off.

“Yeehaw?” Alan seemed to be unable to look at Cynthia's self-mutilating appearance, trembling with shivering calves holding Cynthia's shoulders stood up, one hand laboriously pulling Cynthia's hands that ravaged her hair, a face of disapproval looked at Cynthia.

Cynthia stared wide-eyed at the villain who suddenly stood up, her mouth stuttering unable to speak complete words, “You, how, how did you stand up?”

Seeing that Cynthia stopped pulling her hair, Alan let go of his hand and diverted to start pulling the clothes on his body, with babbling noises coming out of his mouth.

This morning when he got up Cynthia had dressed him in the clothes she had bought earlier, but now it didn't seem like he was very happy with them ah.

“What's wrong? Is the material uncomfortable?” Cynthia touched the material, it was smooth, it wouldn't scratch the baby's skin.

Alan couldn't answer Cynthia's words, he just kept tugging at his clothes, he hadn't been wearing any clothes for the first few days, at most he had been wrapped in a quilt, and now that he had gotten used to crawling around naked, he found it hard to be dressed in the cold, no matter if he was lying down or sitting down.

“Don't want to wear it?” Cynthia changed the question.

This time it was met with a burst of nods from Alan.

Cynthia looked at the little kid struggling with his clothes with a black eye and said firmly, “You have to wear it even if you don't like it, don't you want to skate around birdie!”

Alan stopped tugging at his clothes and blinked at Cynthia, clearly not understanding what skittering around meant.

Cynthia wasn't embarrassed at all and pointed to Alan's open pants, “That's it.”

Alan looked down, not understanding why he was calling this a birdie, but inexplicably not wanting to expose it to the tips of Cynthia's fingers, his ass squatted down and snapped to make it to the couch blocking it with his hands, one hand still tugging at his shirt in an unrelenting manner.

Cynthia coldly watched Alan tossing himself, this dead child, do not know where to come from | naked | running problem, absolutely can not be spoiled, or else in the future out of the door are so naked out?

Alan a face suffocated red, Cynthia does not help, he does not cry, two hands tugging on the clothes with the clothes on the bar, but also counted on the kid's hands ability is good, half a day of whimpering and whimpering, but also by him to break free from all the arms, and now there is only a head and another arm stuck in the clothes, the collar is stuck on the neck of the gas can not be, even if it is so that he does not let go, in the narrow space of the dead want to break free of their own arms, but also to let go. arm free.

Cynthia wanted to count on him to let go of his own, but who knows that this kid is stubborn, saying that he will not wear clothes, looking at the situation, suffocating him to death also want to not wear clothes.

This problem can not be spoiled.

Then Cynthia bent down, forcibly tucked back the arm that Alan had managed to break free from, and looked at him with a stern face, “If you have the ability to take off again, I'll give you back to tuck back in after you've taken it off.”