Keep a vampire as a pet!

Chapter 10 Resistance!

Alan couldn't twist Cynthia's arm with his small arms and legs, and was anxious to see his arm, which he had struggled so hard to get out of, being tucked back in at once.

A pair of round eyes widened, staring fiercely at Cynthia, where is the previous budding look.

This kind of Alan reminded Cynthia of the look she'd given him when she'd dumped him at the police station and the orphanage earlier, and inexplicably she shrank back, but for the sake of her own dignity she gritted her teeth to keep from backing down and exchanged glares with Alan with bulging eyes.

Alan was still tugging at his clothes, but this time his temper came up and he no longer relied on brute force to struggle, his small hands covered with a layer of red light, the clothes that were originally stuck around his neck and suffocating him to the point of not being able to breathe became made of paper, and turned into a pile of rags under Alan's chubby, tender, white little hands.

“You!” Cynthia was so angry that her hair was on fire, this dress cost a lot of money, and now, well, it hadn't been worn for a day, and she didn't even have a whole body.

In her anger Cynthia ignored Alan's unnatural strength, her hands went through his armpits and lifted the man in front of her, face down onto her lap, reached down and stripped her pants, lifting her hand to punch that little ass.

“Do you know how much this suit costs? You little bastard!”

Alan that nature, cute when you can make your heart all cute, temper up, that is a little devil, their own not good others do not want to be good.

Although it was still small and not very lethal, it was still lethal.

Seeing Cynthia's treasure for this set of clothes, he went down on the clothes, his ass | stock pain, then Cynthia will go to the heartache.

Cynthia also thought about how to educate Alan, but the result of this little kid with the loach, twisting small body want to escape Cynthia's control, Cynthia and afraid of their own hands too heavy hurt him, can only put him on the sofa, face ugly look at the small people with their own fight, “You want to do?”

Alan's eyes narrowed, his chin as it were, although he was sitting, it was as if he was looking down on Cynthia, full of air, after squeezing a sound out of his nose, he began to grab his pants and tug them down.

Cynthia hurriedly lunged over to hold down Alan's hand, “No!”

“Yikes!” Alan protested as he lifted his leg, reaching out and pointing to the pile of rags on the couch, how it looked like a threat.

Cynthia ground her teeth together and mentally exploded into a foul mouth, letting go of her hand in indignation, “Fine, you're the big man, you're good. Tell you what, it's fine if you don't wear it at home, but when you're outside and you're still messing around with no clothes, let's see if I don't beat you up.”

Alan's little friend peeled off the tender yellow crotch pants, squinted his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, smiling happily, not taking Cynthia's words to heart at all.

Cynthia held her breath as she watched that smug little man, and turned her head back to the room, intending to finish the homework the professor had assigned to quiet her mind.

Alan watched the door to his room close in front of him, realizing with hindsight that the scented man seemed angry, his eyes withdrew their mirth and he looked blankly at the closed door scratching his head, his disheveled black hair sticking up a few dorky hairs, making him look even dumber.

In the midst of the lines of letters, Cynthia completely forgot about Alan, and by the time she put down the pen in her hand with satisfaction, the hour hand of her bedside alarm clock was already pointing to eleven o'clock.

Lifting her head from the sea of questions, Cynthia remembered the person she had left outside the door and hurriedly opened it. As soon as she opened the door, the emotions that she had managed to suppress by doing the questions erupted again.

What's all this? The kicked over trash can, the messy coffee table, the water dispenser that was happily dripping water, and the milk powder cans that were askew on the floor and scattered around.

Cynthia just felt a surge of hot air go straight from her dantian to the sky, burning the sanity out of her brain.

Gritting her teeth, she walked over and looked at Alan, who was sitting naked on the edge of the low table holding a bowl and smiling up at herself, the fire in her heart went out quite a bit, but she still had a stern look on her face, “What have you done? If you were hungry, wouldn't you have called me? Knock on the door!”

This Alan understood and crawled over to the door and reached out and knocked, then the corners of his mouth turned down in resignation as he looked at Cynthia, a babbling sound escaping his lips.

Cynthia realized that there had been a knock on the door for her earlier, and that she had probably been working too hard on the problem to hear it.

Come on, it was her fault for forgetting that she had a baby to take care of.

She couldn't take it out on Alan, so she had to keep it to herself.

She took Alan to the bathroom and soaked him in a large basin of warm water. When he was tossing the can of milk powder, he also spilled a layer of milk powder on his body.

Scrubbing him clean and putting him on the bed, Cynthia warned with a glare, “Stay in bed, don't go anywhere, and if you need to go to the bathroom, scream.” After saying that, she went to the living room and began to bury her head in cleaning.

There was no telling how long it would take to organize the stuff in this living room, fortunately Alan was quite sensible and didn't pour the milk powder onto the sofa, otherwise it would have been even worse.

In fact, Alan himself to pour powdered milk is pure boredom, he is still small, need energy is not much, and his ration is not Cynthia spent hundreds of dollars to buy back the powdered milk, can fill his stomach only Cynthia's body flow of blood ah.

He just couldn't figure out why Cynthia always let him drink milk, so he planned to study it on his own, and as a result, because he was small and not strong enough, the living room became what it is now.

Unfortunately, up to now Cynthia does not know what kind of person she has raised around herself, this will be working hard on the floor to wipe the floor, powdered milk fell into the cracks on the floor, ignore it if easy to attract ants.

Alan naked lying on the bed, mouth, savoring the taste of the milk he just brewed, and came to a conclusion, not as fragrant as Cynthia, not good, poor evaluation!

But if he does not drink milk, Cynthia will be unhappy ah, will also take himself to strange places, there will be people with cold things to press his body. Well ...... in that case, he might as well begrudgingly drink some.

Cynthia is completely unaware that what she spent hundreds of dollars of ocean to buy back is disliked like this, and she does not know that every time Alan drinks milk, it is for her face.

For Alan, except for Cynthia's blood, no matter what else goes into his mouth, it has no flavor, and it tastes like chewing wax is the description of his current situation.

Speaking of which, it is also Alan's bad luck, originally in his own coffin lying well, who knows that the bottom of the group of old undead elders take advantage of him in the period of slumber to join hands to want to eliminate him, fortunately, they underestimated his strength, left in his body the last trace of power to seal the Alan's body forcibly open the channel between the blood race and the human world, to bring Alan to the human world.

However, something went wrong on the way through the passage, and now Alan not only lost all his memories, even his vampire attributes have been sealed for the most part, and now he is basically similar to a human, and his desire for blood is not as strong.