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Gu Shengyin had a very strange feeling.
She detested blood. In the past, no matter how fresh the blood served by the butler of Nightingale Castle, she always found it stank of blood, and never felt any hint of seduction.
But today was different. As she watched Lancelot’s pale skin cover lightly pulsating veins, which carried the most delicious blood in the world, an uncontrollable thirst spread from the bottom of her heart. She wanted to drink his blood, even—transform ...
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