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Qing'er not only hung up, but also turned off her phone.

The dragon's flame was still staring at him. The bottle of wine had almost been completely drunk.

"You're not going back tonight?"

Long Yan's eyebrows seemed to be glued together by glue, and he was conflicted.

"It's dangerous to go back so late. Besides, I haven't figured out your real purpose yet."

Qing'er didn't mind that Long Yan would chase him away. He had already seen it before. This house had three rooms. She only needed to live in one room anyway.

"Killing you and letting you die in pain is my final goal."

Long Yan lightly said.

For almost ten years, his goal had never changed.

"Is that so? And after I die? Then you can be the boss of Yamaguchi Academy. This is the ultimate goal of you killing me. "

Qing'er didn't want to mock Long Yan, but in this world, who would be more hypocritical than him?

"Think what you want. In any case, you can only die by my hands. You must leave tonight as well. I will not keep any outsiders here."

Long Yan stood up and said coldly.

"What?" It's so late. You want me, a girl, to leave? "What if there's a killer outside?"

Qing'er wasn't afraid of any danger outside. She just didn't dare to imagine that Long Yan was a man, and that her teacher would chase her away at this time.

"No one will do anything to you tonight. Let's go."

Long Yan had his back to Qing'er, as if he had become a completely different person.

"Long Yan, you're too much. Are you even a man? "I won't leave tonight. I'll watch you …"

"Young Lord, should we throw her out?"

Qing'er looked at the woman who had walked out of the room in shock.

He had a woman in his room. No wonder he refused to let her stay here.

"No need, I'll leave by myself. This time, I owe you my life. The next time you want to kill me, I'll spare your life."

Qing'er waved her hands. Since it wasn't convenient for her master, she wouldn't have the cheek to stay here. In such a big city, how could she be afraid of finding a place to stay?

The woman's cold eyes swept over Qing Er as she stepped forward and opened the door.

Qing'er felt really awkward. This was the first time someone had kicked her out of her house, but Long Yan had already helped her today.

Qing'er walked out of the Long Yan's residence and stood in the cold wind, as if she had seen a familiar figure.

At first, Qing'er thought she was seeing things, but the black figure in the snow-white world was very eye-catching.

"I'm sorry, I came to take you home."

Lance walked closer to Qing Er. He didn't want to hurt her, but Nell said that the bloodthirsty urge was normal. Just sucking her blood would cause it to be suppressed.

"No need, I can go back by myself."

A few hours ago, he'd been yelling at her. He'd thought she was still three years old, and he'd forgiven her for buying a candy bar.

"At that time, I just could not control my thirst for blood. I did not …"

"I know. Do you want to drink my blood? Sorry, I'm not interested in being food anymore."

The girl crossed to the side of the road and waited for the taxi.

It was one thing if he didn't accept her confession, but it wasn't that she didn't want it.

"Qing Er, I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to do …"

As he watched Qing Er get into the taxi and leave, Lance stood there dumbfounded in the wind.

Did she really not forgive him?

As soon as he closed the door, Qing'er's tears came out. Was he here to apologize? Or was she shameless?

Did he know that because of him, she almost died today? If it wasn't for him thinking about her all the time today, she wouldn't be in such a miserable state, being chased out onto the streets so late at night.

And that Long Yan, what teacher, he was simply a scoundrel.

Without even thinking about it, how many people wanted to kill her and actually chased her away in the middle of the night.

Even if he was afraid that the woman would misunderstand, she could explain. After all, didn't he have three rooms? The two of them slept in a room, and she wouldn't disturb him.

Wu wu wu … None of the men were good enough, and she would never trust them again.

"Miss, did you quarrel with your boyfriend?"

The driver could not help but advise when he saw Qing Er crying the whole time she got on the car.

"No, Uncle. Is it true that men don't mean what they say more than women?"

Qing'er sniffed at the driver.

"Ah, mademoiselle, the word 'heart is not' seems to be commonly used to describe women."

"Men are always so stingy. It's already so late and they actually chased me out. They're all bad people, ah …"

The ear-piercing sound of brakes interrupted Qing Er's crying. The driver only stopped when a man in black appeared in front of the car.

Qing'er looked at Lance in shock. She didn't know if the car had hit him or not.

After staring blankly for a few seconds, he opened the car door and rushed out.

"What are you doing?" Do you think you can be so frightening just because you're not dead? "

Can you listen to my explanation?

Lance did not move. Although the Strigoi would not die from injuries, if the driver stopped the car a little slower and rolled over him, he would not be able to revive either.

"Excuse me, can you give me time to explain?"

Lance continued to stare at Qing Er and said.

"Miss, are you still in the car?"

The driver saw the two of them blocking the car. Although he would inevitably be impulsive when talking about young people falling in love, he couldn't accompany them in their trouble. He was already sweating from the fright. If his eyes were any weaker, he would have entered the police station.

"Thank you, there's no need to look for it."

When Lance saw Qing'er looking at him without saying a word, he walked over, took out a ticket and handed it to the driver, then closed the door.

"What do you mean? What exactly are you planning to do? "

Seeing the taxi leave, Qing Er finally woke up from the shock and yelled at Lance with a punch.

"I just want you to know that I don't hate you, I just …"

"Qing Er …"

Just as Lance was explaining, Joseph came running out from behind them as if he were falling from the sky.

Joseph only appeared because of Wen Yi Fei and his wife. When he found Long Yan's residence, Qing'er just came out from it. Originally, he had been prepared to get off the car.

When he saw Lance, he hesitated for a moment. He needed to know why Lance was in China. As he hesitated, Qing'er took a taxi and left.

Joseph had followed Qing'er the whole way. He had never thought that Lance would be able to stop a taxi without fear of death.

Watching them both stand in the snow, listening to the uncontrollable shouts of Qing'er, Josef felt a little panicked. He couldn't afford to lose Qing'er.

"Joseph …"

Tears blurred her vision, but she recognized Joseph's voice.

The two men stood by her side, one on each side. Qing'er's heart swayed.

"Qing'er, it's so late. Why aren't you going back? Do you know how worried uncle and aunt are?"

Joseph took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Joseph's hands were on his shoulders, sending out love and warmth through the thick sweater.

Qing'er looked at Lance again, that handsome face, really did not look like an angel on earth.

"Lance, did you like me?"

Qing'er looked at Lance and asked.

Lance was stunned, a hint of hesitation flashed in his amber eyes, and they collided in mid-air with Joseph's blue eyes.

He did not speak. In front of Joseph, he shrank back.

"Thank you. I'm very happy to have you as my friend, Joseph. Take me home."

Qing'er pulled on her clothes tightly, forcing the tears in her eyes to come back.

Snowflakes fell on Qing'er's hair and melted in a moment. The snowflakes focused into tears and seeped into Qing'er's heart.

Lance, who had been dreaming for more than ten years, at this moment, she had completely killed him.

Looking at Qing'er leaning on Joseph's arm, Lance for the first time tasted the same human feeling, heartache.

He knew that Qing'er was not joking this time. He knew that she had really chosen Joseph this time.

In the cold wind, Lance's eyes seemed to drip onto the snow, actually dyeing it red.

So the tears of a vampire were blood.

"Qing, will you come with me to America?"

After getting on the car, Joseph did not hurry to drive, but suggested to Qing'er.

Qing'er did not reply. Her gaze rested on the black shadow in the snow.

Why did he come? Why did he apologize?

The only thing she could think of was Lance's interruption by Joseph.

She even wanted to get out of the car and ask about it, but Joseph was like a cordon, preventing her from moving.

"Take me home."

Closing her eyes, Qing'er pulled back her chair and lay down.

There was no more sound, just the sound of the accelerator being stepped on, and Joseph, as if deliberately, drove past the shadow in the snow, but his eyes were closed and he couldn't see the shadow just a few feet from the window.

After experiencing so much today, he was so tired that he didn't want to think about anything anymore. His heart also ached a little.

Eighteen years old. It's too early to start talking about relationships. Forget about it. Just like before, An Ran was a good student.

By the time they got to her house, she was fast asleep. Joseph didn't call her, just turned on the air conditioner and turned off the lights. He sat in the car with her.

In the morning, only then did Wen Yi Fei discover Joseph and his daughter outside the door.

Knocking on the car window to wake the two of them up, Wen Yi Fei was slightly angry.

The first time he had carried her to the study, despite his daughter's haggard state, Joseph had wanted to persuade her otherwise, but it was clear from the sound of the door closing behind him that no one was allowed in.

"Dad, I'm so tired. I'm going back to my room to sleep."

Qing'er really couldn't smile, nor did she want to face her father's forced confession.

"Qing Er, stop joking around. I'll be serious with you this time."

His wife was sleeping at dawn, so he didn't want to wake her up.

"Alright, I'll be frank then."

Qing'er leaned back in her chair and looked at Wen Yi Fei.

"Where did you spend the night?"

"On the street, in the car..." It's all there, I don't really remember. It's too sleepy, I'm a bit confused. "

"Last night, when I was on the phone, you said that it was at Long Yan's home?"

Right now, Wen Yi Fei knew what it meant to not stay behind. Since he was only an adult, he would often stay at night. What was wrong with that?

"Originally, I thought so, but later on, it seems that I was driven out by a female."

Qing'er pouted, feeling wronged.

"And then?"

Wen Yi Fei was both happy and angry. He was happy that his daughter had not been pestered. Angry that he had kicked a girl out so late. He really wanted to give that brat a beating.

"And then I met Joseph. Dad, do you all want me to be with Joseph?"

Qing'er tilted her head in a seemingly casual manner, but her eyes were filled with melancholy and seriousness.

"No, Father will have a man who can protect you in the future. He loves you, is willing to protect you, and you also love him, but the condition is that Father doesn't want you to become an immortal monster. Qing'er, you aren't young anymore, do you understand Father's words?"

For the past few days, Wen Yi Fei and Wan'er had discussed for many nights, and in the end, they decided to tell their daughter about their worries.

"Well, but Dad, what if I really fell in love with Lance, and he loves me too? Can't we be together in love? "

Qing'er nodded her head heavily and asked seriously at the same time.