Seeing this scene, Patrick shouted in his heart: I came to the right place!

"Why are you here, Droste and Patrick?"

"How did you find this place?"

In fact, the moment she saw Droste, Teacher Fremea's pupils couldn't help but shrink, but she disguised it well and didn't make any unnecessary expressions.

This...Droste, what are you doing here?

"Ah, Teacher Fremea, this... this is not important. Come, Droste, open the fruit basket and give Teacher Fremea a whole fruit to eat."

Patrick scratched his head, smiled naively, and then instructed Droste very attentively to take out the fruits inside, with movements like he was giving orders.

Droste plopped the fruit basket on the bedside table, showing off its exquisite craftsmanship.

The exquisite and luxurious fruit basket is filled with a variety of fruits. The colorful colors and the clean wooden box make it look very luxurious and appetizing.

"What kind of fruit does Teacher Fremea like to eat? Apples or pears? Cantaloupe or bananas?"

Patrick came to the bedside and introduced the fruits in the basket very attentively.

Teacher Fremea looked at Droste calmly, then glanced at the fruit basket in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and spoke.

"Just peel an apple for me."

"Hey, that's good."

Patrick walked into the bathroom excitedly, and only Drost and Teacher Fremea were left in the room.

The air seemed to be filled with a hint of awkwardness. Teacher Fremea pondered for a moment and was just about to speak to Droste.

Patrick rushed out of the bathroom and walked out the door rashly. He turned back and explained to Teacher Fremea, "I can't peel the apple without a knife. I'll go outside to get a tool to peel the apple."

He saw Droste still sitting there in a daze and couldn't help but laugh.

This was a perfect opportunity to please teacher Fremeia, but that idiot Droste was still sitting there feeling uncomfortable, not understanding how gentle it was to offer to help peel an apple!
I hate you like a piece of wood! Droste!
After saying that, he ran out in a hurry with a smug smile on his lips.

Teacher Fremea was also interrupted by him when she was about to say something, and she stood there in a daze for a moment.

"How is Teacher Fremea's health?" Droste asked Teacher Fremea as he picked up a banana from the exquisite fruit basket and began to peel it slowly.

The banana's skin is a healthy yellow with some small dark spots on it.

Droste used his fingernails to peel a small hole, then moved slowly, revealing the soft banana flesh inside. The bright yellow flesh looked very obvious.

It was indeed a high-end fruit basket that Patrick had spent 250 gold coins on.

Fremea glanced at the banana in his hand, then looked at the green plants outside the window and replied, "It's nothing serious, just rest."

"Just rest? So it seems that there is nothing wrong. Why do you have to come to the hospital to rest?" Droste peeled another banana peel, and the bright yellow flesh was gradually exposed, showing an attractive creamy yellow color with a light layer of pectin on the surface.

"Well... don't bother you with this." Teacher Freya nodded, her cold eyes devoid of emotion, she just glanced vaguely at the peeled banana.

To be honest, Teacher Fremea, who had just woken up, was really hungry. "What did the doctor say? He said you ate too much..."

Droste smiled teasingly, then took a gentle bite of the banana, enjoying the soft and glutinous taste.

You took so long to peel it? It's not for me!

Teacher Fremeia feels that since she became ill, her mood swings have become more difficult to control than before.

She was slightly stunned when she saw Droste's action, and when she heard his teasing words, her emotional balance was quickly destroyed. She gritted her teeth in anger and glared at him.

"Ah, yes, yes, I ate too much. It's all because of your pure blood. I almost ate too much to death."

"Oh? So you ate too much." Droste smiled playfully and glanced at the belly that was vaguely visible at the edge of the quilt. The delicate skin must have been invisible under the white hospital gown.

"What are you looking at! You can't get fat no matter what." Teacher Fremeia glared at him again with a dissatisfied tone.

"It's good to gain some weight." Droste ate the banana in two bites and picked up a new one.

"Some people want to gain weight but can't." With a meaningful smile, Droste began to peel the new banana.

"You... do you know how to respect your teacher? Your tone is so bad!" Teacher Freya glanced at him and said unhappily.

Hearing Teacher Fremea say that, Droste didn't feel anything. He shrugged, curled his lips, and said, "Dear Teacher Fremea, I respect you very much, but you don't respect me at all. You bit me directly before. Who can stand that?"

“This…” Teacher Fremea touched her head. To be honest, she didn’t remember what happened that day, but the First Embrace was indeed given to her.

It seems like I am indeed in the wrong.

Droste smiled casually, then opened his mouth and took another bite of the peeled new banana. It had a very soft and sticky texture and was the only banana in the fruit basket.

"Just take a bite like this."

Teacher Fremeia was a little dissatisfied, but after hearing what he said, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

It was indeed his own fault that he had directly deprived Droste of his human physique and turned him into a vampire. While he enjoyed being a vampire, he also had some unspeakable symptoms of depression.

A very important point is that the emotions will gradually disappear, just like Teacher Fremea's previous state.

This time, with the replenishment of Droste's blood, Teacher Fremea felt that her emotions suddenly became richer for some unknown reason.

It seems that the disease no longer exists.

For example, Droste's provocative way of peeling the banana made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Who told you that your blood is so attractive? I can't control the instinct in my blood." Teacher Freya frowned slightly on her delicate face, spread her hands helplessly, and spoke.

Although it did feel a bit unreasonable to do so, Droste's blood really brought her incomparable happiness.

The feeling that washed over her entire body made her feel intoxicated and dizzy.

This guy came here this time, isn't he just threatening me with blood? (End of this chapter)