The knife and fork in Alicia’s hand fell off, and she glanced at Osmund and then went to look at Wen Ying.

There is a subtle atmosphere spreading in the air.

“Have you also…….caught a chill from the wind?” Oswald asked him in a strange tone.

Catching a cold from blowing in the wind?

This is a big joke. Even if they were swept in by a tornado, they wouldn’t catch a cold.

Vampires don’t always get sick, but they are rare, too few. Their body genes are strong, and there are no viruses that can invade them. Of course, even if they get sick, it doesn’t have any impact on them because they are a cursed immortal race.

And colds, which are so small that they can almost be ignored, have never been seen in vampires.

“Don’t be joking, Oswald! It’s just a little bug flying by……Ahchoo!” He angrily threw away the red wine glass containing the unpleasant blood, “……” He can easily strangle a living creature, but he can’t stop a small sneeze!

The dining table suddenly emitted a girl’s “puchi” laughter.

Everyone looked over and saw only Wen Ying holding the soup bowl alone, laughing almost faintly——most of the reason was due to poor breathing.

She speculated that it was probably because Osmund had ingested her blood last night, which was the most direct and profound channel of infection. However, it is believed that with the powerful healing ability of vampires, Osmund could only sneeze a few times at most. However, it was really interesting to see him lose his sanity, his calm expression shattered, and his angry expression expressed.

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For this reason, she is willing to let him take two more sips of blood.

Oswald was infected by her physical movements and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, scolding her, “Ying, don’t be too mean. Of course vampires also get sick……”

“Osmund, weak and sneezing,” she made a mischievous face at the other party with an equally sickly expression.

Oswald laughed.

The atmosphere on the table became relaxed. Her mockery successfully diverted everyone’s attention, and no one thought about why Osmund had the same illness as her.

Maybe there is, but no one asked. Everyone knows that they are not at odds with each other.

Osmund blocked Wen Ying in the corner of the castle.

“Weakness and helpless?” He said coldly.

Wen Ying turned around to face the intimidating gaze of the other party. She leaned back against the wall, glanced aside, and said, “If I don’t laugh at you, they will continue to hold onto you. Then you will tell Oswald, yes, I sucked your sweetheart’s blood yesterday, so I caught a cold with her.”

Osmund raised his chin and smiled delicately, “Sweetheart?” Before Wen Ying could frown and retort, he said, “What does it matter if I told Oswald?”

“It’s okay?” Wen Ying shook her head and broke free from his hand. “Since you don’t think there’s a problem, what am I afraid of? Go ahead and say it ah.”

Osmund stared at her for a while, and of course he couldn’t tell Oswald. They were indeed able to share delicious food, but when the other party was drugged, he was very skeptical……

“Are you sure you want to treat me with this attitude?”

“Otherwise……” Before she finished speaking, she saw what he was holding in the next second.

——Her phone.

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