"There is no other way to improve your bloodline. You can only absorb the blood of different high-level creatures. However, some treasures can also be used. It depends on the specific level of your treasure."

Teacher Fremea rubbed her legs nervously under the quilt, and when Droste sat next to her, the smell of her body became more and more fragrant.

Teacher Freya's vampire instincts made her unable to control herself again.

She tried her best to maintain her image in front of her students, and wanted to be an elegant and cold female teacher, but it seemed that she could not do it at all. She just wanted to hug Droste's body and start gnawing on it.

Want to absorb that fresh blood.

"Ah...Is that so? Then I'm really sorry to trouble you, Mr. Fremea."

Drost stroked his chin and nodded as if it was a matter of fact. Then he showed his wrist and said, "So that's how it is. Then I'll go to the hematology department to draw some blood for the teacher."

Fremea looked at the well-proportioned wrist, the blue veins flowing with blood that seemed to be shining with golden light, and her throat tightened a little.

Seeing Droste preparing to leave, she hurriedly said, "Wait...wait."

Droste turned around and looked at her, with a faint smile on his face, and curled the corners of his mouth: "What's wrong, Teacher Fremea, are you not going to drink anymore?"

Teacher Fremea rolled her eyes at him as she was about to speak, and said in a weak voice:

"Drink... I will definitely drink! Otherwise, why don't we just not bother going to the hematology department to draw blood."

Teacher Fremea blinked her eyes and glanced at the hero's face with clear eyes.

After thinking for a while, Drost nodded and readily agreed to her request.

It's just a blood draw on the spot, could anything unexpected happen?
"Why don't you sit on the edge of the bed?" The young teacher suggested, looking back and forth between Droste's arms and neck.

Droste did as he was told, and before Teacher Fremea could say anything, he used the White Tiger Dagger to gently cut a small cut on the tip of his finger.

Or the middle finger.

"Although this gesture is a bit indecent, please do it, Teacher Fremea."

Droste made the famous international friendly sign with his middle finger and said to teacher Fremea.

"Can't it be the wrist or arm?! The neck will work too, why are you biting your fingers?!"

"Do you know how to respect your teachers, you damned junior!"

Teacher Fremea spoke in a hissing tone with a hint of dissatisfaction, but she still carefully crawled out from under the quilt and leaned against Droste's body.

The white and blue hospital gown with short sleeves and shorts seemed to show off teacher Fremea's figure to perfection. Her slender legs slowly moved out from under the quilt, and her thighs seemed to be as elastic as slime.

Smooth and elastic.

And the action of crawling over also made it very obvious that teacher Fremea had very poor knowledge.

It just so happened that the hospital shirt that Teacher Fremea was wearing also had four or five buttons, but it couldn't be buttoned up completely. It couldn't be blamed on Droste's unreasonable gaze. All I could say was—

What does it mean that the lotus leaves are just beginning to show their tip? (Leaning back)
"It seems that Teacher Fremea has changed a lot since she gave the First Embrace." Droste reached out and rubbed Teacher Fremea's head, but she waved her hand away.

"You smooth-talking junior, give me your middle finger quickly." Teacher Fremea glared at him, her delicate face with a slightly furrowed brow and a delicate expression.

It looked like it had no lethality at all. Even though Droste had already started to rub Teacher Fremea's head, Teacher Fremea still had fresh blood in her heart and no longer cared about the red tape.

Great...it seems blood is so important.

"Yes, yes, teacher, please enjoy your meal." Droste said politely.

Gave me the middle finger.

Teacher Freya was about to bite it, but found that this posture was really inconvenient. She changed the direction twice but it still didn't work.

After thinking for a while, Teacher Fremea pulled Droste onto the bed and pulled his other arm.

"Come on, sit on the bed, hurry up, hurry up!"

"alright."

Droste shook off his shoes, but found that he couldn't kick them off at all. The middle finger of one hand was injured again, and the other hand was being held by Teacher Fremea.

Droste looked around at teacher Fremea, and of course teacher Fremea noticed his expression, as well as the instructive tone in it.

Teacher Fremea's face froze, but when she saw Droste gradually retract his fingers, she curled her lips, put on her shoes, got out of bed, and untied his shoelaces for him.

The slightly squatting posture is very obvious.

But there was nothing on that barren land.

Droste glanced at them again, and just as he was about to look away, his eyes met with those of Teacher Fremea.

"You! Humph! Isn't it just a piece of blood? What's so great about it..."

Teacher Fremea muttered something, but there was really nothing she could do, so she slowly took off two pairs of shoes for her young master Droste, then climbed onto the bed and let Droste sit on it.

There is no way. Having blood is indeed amazing. Teacher Fremeia has been looking for blood for almost so many years, and now it appears on her student.

If you don't treat him well, you will really miss the opportunity.

Moreover, this student became his first embrace and had a blood connection with him.

It was as if a lot of the indifference and alienation in her blood had been removed. Teacher Fremea herself also felt that her emotions seemed to be gradually returning to her body and she was really not that cold anymore.

But it still makes me angry when someone takes advantage of me.

"Teacher Fremea, do you want to drink anymore?" Droste shook his fingers with a sly smile on his face.

"Drink! Who said I don't want to drink?" Teacher Fremea rolled her eyes at him with some resentment, then sat on Droste's right.

Both of them were leaning against the head of the bed. The only difference was that Teacher Fremea's hospital gown made her look thinner, and she was positioned closer to Droste.

The long white legs stretched out from the short trousers, and below the slightly red knees were tight calves. The small feet looked particularly cute, petite and delicate.

The feet are well-proportioned, with smooth lines on the soles. The perfect arch of the foot and the slightly red skin on the soles of the feet look perfect, like the most exquisite jade.

When she sits on the bed, her feet will gently wiggle her toes and stretch unconsciously, showing a kind of inadvertent playfulness. (End of this chapter)