Kewen did not stay here for too long. As soon as the cubs entered the military academy, they had to become independent. If they were still being pampered by their parents, they would be looked down upon. Although it was said so, this was after all the first time the cubs were leaving home for a long journey. Not a few cubs had their heads lowered with tears in their eyes.
Before leaving, Kewen wanted to give some encouragement to his young miss, but when he reluctantly looked back, what he saw was his young miss leaning against a suitcase with her hands crossed in front of her chest and legs stretched out lazily on the ground, looking completely casual and carefree.
Seeing him look back, she tilted her head at him, then habitually revealed her fangs provocatively.
Kewen: "......"
As expected of their young miss, she just had personality.
Leaning against the suitcase, Chloe saw Kewen's back completely disappear, then got up and stretched lazily: "Finally left. When do we board the plane?"
Anderson lowered his eyes to look at the tickets in his hand: "Half an hour left."
Half an hour, not long nor short, but waiting idly would definitely be very boring.
Just as Chloe was thinking about what to do, she suddenly caught sight of someone with sharp eyes.
That person had a head of golden blond hair. He was one of the few cubs not crying, apart from Chloe and Anderson.
At the moment, he was holding a handkerchief in his hand, gently wiping the tears of a girl, his lips moving, probably comforting her.
Chloe frowned, why was it him?
Seeing the look of disgust on the girl's face, Anderson followed her line of sight and looked over at the blond boy not far away. His eyes were blue.
At the same time, Chloe abruptly turned around, trying to conceal herself behind the suitcase.
But it was already too late, the boy recognized Chloe at first sight. He decisively abandoned the half-comforted girl and bounced over happily:
"Miss Chloe, I didn't expect to meet you here! What a destiny!"
He seemed to have completely ignored Anderson next to her, targeting Chloe from the start.
Chloe's face was cold, and when she saw the blond boy, her expression became even more annoyed: ".....Yavi."
This person was Chloe and Anderson's kindergarten and elementary school classmate, the little playboy who already had three girlfriends at a young age.
After hitting puberty, all the fat on Yavi's body was gone, making him look exceptionally tall. He had been sturdier than the other kids when he was little, and was now taller than them.
His hair color was slightly darker than Anderson's. Dressed ostentatiously, the image of a prodigal son had begun to take shape.
There was a roguish smile at the corner of Yavi's mouth: "Oh my, Miss Chloe still remembers me, I'm so honored."
"If I remember correctly, we just saw each other at school last week. My memory is not that bad yet." Chloe said coldly.
"Of course," Yavi said, "it's just that I missed you so much, a day without seeing you feels like three autumns."
Chloe didn't hide her white eyes: "Stay away from me, too lazy to chitchat with you."
"Anderson, take the suitcases onto the plane."
"Yes," Anderson replied in a deep voice as he picked up the two suitcases.
Hearing this, Yavi finally noticed Anderson next to him.
The other was equally tall, seemingly a little taller than Yavi, which bruised his self-esteem a bit.
At the same time...
Yavi stroked his chin, why did this guy look a little like his cousin?
While he was thinking so little, Chloe was about to board the plane. Yavi hurried to catch up.
Coincidentally, their seats were not far apart. Yavi sat in the row behind Chloe.
He was excited.
In fact, even Yavi himself did not know why he had such a strong obsession with Chloe.
There were so many beautiful girls outside, and so many obedient ones. But Yavi was strangely interested in this girl who was almost taller than him and could punch hard.
Yavi still remembered the punch Chloe threw at his stomach when he was five. It really hurt and he was truly stunned.
At that time, Yavi's vision was blurred with gold stars. When he could barely see clearly again, the first thing that caught his eye was Chloe's fair and beautiful face.
Just that one look, Yavi felt like he had seen his muse. From then on he fell irretrievably.
Of course, even after falling for her, it did not prevent Yavi from continuing to fool around.
He secretly patted Chloe's seat in front.
At first Chloe ignored it, but Yavi would not give up until he achieved his goal. The seat was almost patted into pieces by him.
She could not stand it anymore and turned around to reveal her fangs at him.
At this time she was not wearing her bite stopper. The three fangs on her upper and lower jaws were deliberately exposed. Although one was broken at the corner, they still looked sharp and cold. The red light in her eyes grew stronger.
Yavi was instantly so frightened that he recoiled back, recalling the fear of being punched to the ground. He hurriedly waved his hand:
"Don't don't don't get excited! I just want to give you something."
Chloe looked at him coldly: "Don't bother me."
"It's a good thing!" While still trembling with fear, Yavi was still unwilling to let Chloe simply turn around and ignore him. He took out a gift box from his pocket and handed it over obsequiously, "This is for you."
The packaging looked quite exquisite and seemed to be of some weight.
After sizing up Yavi for a while, Chloe took the box.
When she saw the imprint on the packaging, she was stunned for a moment, then felt a sense of being made fun of:
"The good stuff you said refers to this box of milk candy?"
It was indeed a box of milk candy. Moreover, because fresh blood was added to it, the publicity was powerful, so it was extremely expensive among the vampires, claiming that one milk candy could endure three days of hunger.
Chloe looked at Yavi as if looking at an idiot.
Yavi stuck out his chest:
"This really is a good thing! You don't know yet, right? Those teachers at the First Military Academy are particularly perverted. After we enroll, they will carry out a one-month arduous training, which includes giving us only one bun and one bowl of porridge for each meal and making us sleep on hard iron beds."
Yavi said plausibly: "By then, as long as we hide this box of milk candy, it will definitely be useful!"
Hearing this, Chloe hesitated a little: "Really?"
"Really!" Yavi made a poisonous oath with three fingers to the sky, "If I lied to you, then let all the beautiful girls in this world be indifferent to me!"
This was indeed a poisonous oath for him. Chloe believed it.
She turned around, opened the box, and there were a total of four plates of milk candy, with about five sticks densely packed on each plate.
Chloe took out two plates and handed them to Anderson: "Here, take it."
No matter what she had, she would leave a portion for Anderson first. This had become a habit fostered over seven years. For Chloe, this was just normal.
But in the eyes of Yavi in the back row, no matter how he looked at it, it seemed strange.
Who exactly was this Anderson...
Why did Chloe have to give him a share of the milk candy?
Kewen did not stay here for too long. As soon as the cubs entered the military academy, they had to become independent. If they were still being pampered by their parents, they would be looked down upon. Although it was said so, this was after all the first time the cubs were leaving home for a long journey. Not a few cubs had their heads lowered with tears in their eyes.
Before leaving, Kewen wanted to give some encouragement to his young miss, but when he reluctantly looked back, what he saw was his young miss leaning against a suitcase with her hands crossed in front of her chest and legs stretched out lazily on the ground, looking completely casual and carefree.
Seeing him look back, she tilted her head at him, then habitually revealed her fangs provocatively.
Kewen: "......"
As expected of their young miss, she just had personality.
Leaning against the suitcase, Chloe saw Kewen's back completely disappear, then got up and stretched lazily: "Finally left. When do we board the plane?"
Anderson lowered his eyes to look at the tickets in his hand: "Half an hour left."
Half an hour, not long nor short, but waiting idly would definitely be very boring.
Just as Chloe was thinking about what to do, she suddenly caught sight of someone with sharp eyes.
That person had a head of golden blond hair. He was one of the few cubs not crying, apart from Chloe and Anderson.
At the moment, he was holding a handkerchief in his hand, gently wiping the tears of a girl, his lips moving, probably comforting her.
Chloe frowned, why was it him?
Seeing the look of disgust on the girl's face, Anderson followed her line of sight and looked over at the blond boy not far away. His eyes were blue.
At the same time, Chloe abruptly turned around, trying to conceal herself behind the suitcase.
But it was already too late, the boy recognized Chloe at first sight. He decisively abandoned the half-comforted girl and bounced over happily:
"Miss Chloe, I didn't expect to meet you here! What a destiny!"
He seemed to have completely ignored Anderson next to her, targeting Chloe from the start.
Chloe's face was cold, and when she saw the blond boy, her expression became even more annoyed: ".....Yavi."
This person was Chloe and Anderson's kindergarten and elementary school classmate, the little playboy who already had three girlfriends at a young age.
After hitting puberty, all the fat on Yavi's body was gone, making him look exceptionally tall. He had been sturdier than the other kids when he was little, and was now taller than them.
His hair color was slightly darker than Anderson's. Dressed ostentatiously, the image of a prodigal son had begun to take shape.
There was a roguish smile at the corner of Yavi's mouth: "Oh my, Miss Chloe still remembers me, I'm so honored."
"If I remember correctly, we just saw each other at school last week. My memory is not that bad yet." Chloe said coldly.
"Of course," Yavi said, "it's just that I missed you so much, a day without seeing you feels like three autumns."
Chloe didn't hide her white eyes: "Stay away from me, too lazy to chitchat with you."
"Anderson, take the suitcases onto the plane."
"Yes," Anderson replied in a deep voice as he picked up the two suitcases.
Hearing this, Yavi finally noticed Anderson next to him.
The other was equally tall, seemingly a little taller than Yavi, which bruised his self-esteem a bit.
At the same time...
Yavi stroked his chin, why did this guy look a little like his cousin?
While he was thinking so little, Chloe was about to board the plane. Yavi hurried to catch up.
Coincidentally, their seats were not far apart. Yavi sat in the row behind Chloe.
He was excited.
In fact, even Yavi himself did not know why he had such a strong obsession with Chloe.
There were so many beautiful girls outside, and so many obedient ones. But Yavi was strangely interested in this girl who was almost taller than him and could punch hard.
Yavi still remembered the punch Chloe threw at his stomach when he was five. It really hurt and he was truly stunned.
At that time, Yavi's vision was blurred with gold stars. When he could barely see clearly again, the first thing that caught his eye was Chloe's fair and beautiful face.
Just that one look, Yavi felt like he had seen his muse. From then on he fell irretrievably.
Of course, even after falling for her, it did not prevent Yavi from continuing to fool around.
He secretly patted Chloe's seat in front.
At first Chloe ignored it, but Yavi would not give up until he achieved his goal. The seat was almost patted into pieces by him.
She could not stand it anymore and turned around to reveal her fangs at him.
At this time she was not wearing her bite stopper. The three fangs on her upper and lower jaws were deliberately exposed. Although one was broken at the corner, they still looked sharp and cold. The red light in her eyes grew stronger.
Yavi was instantly so frightened that he recoiled back, recalling the fear of being punched to the ground. He hurriedly waved his hand:
"Don't don't don't get excited! I just want to give you something."
Chloe looked at him coldly: "Don't bother me."
"It's a good thing!" While still trembling with fear, Yavi was still unwilling to let Chloe simply turn around and ignore him. He took out a gift box from his pocket and handed it over obsequiously, "This is for you."
The packaging looked quite exquisite and seemed to be of some weight.
After sizing up Yavi for a while, Chloe took the box.
When she saw the imprint on the packaging, she was stunned for a moment, then felt a sense of being made fun of:
"The good stuff you said refers to this box of milk candy?"
It was indeed a box of milk candy. Moreover, because fresh blood was added to it, the publicity was powerful, so it was extremely expensive among the vampires, claiming that one milk candy could endure three days of hunger.
Chloe looked at Yavi as if looking at an idiot.
Yavi stuck out his chest:
"This really is a good thing! You don't know yet, right? Those teachers at the First Military Academy are particularly perverted. After we enroll, they will carry out a one-month arduous training, which includes giving us only one bun and one bowl of porridge for each meal and making us sleep on hard iron beds."
Yavi said plausibly: "By then, as long as we hide this box of milk candy, it will definitely be useful!"
Hearing this, Chloe hesitated a little: "Really?"
"Really!" Yavi made a poisonous oath with three fingers to the sky, "If I lied to you, then let all the beautiful girls in this world be indifferent to me!"
This was indeed a poisonous oath for him. Chloe believed it.
She turned around, opened the box, and there were a total of four plates of milk candy, with about five sticks densely packed on each plate.
Chloe took out two plates and handed them to Anderson: "Here, take it."
No matter what she had, she would leave a portion for Anderson first. This had become a habit fostered over seven years. For Chloe, this was just normal.
But in the eyes of Yavi in the back row, no matter how he looked at it, it seemed strange.
Who exactly was this Anderson...
Why did Chloe have to give him a share of the milk candy?
