C217 The Count Is Gentle(54)

With a pull, Fei Rann was pulled into his arms. Aibelize looked at the soft and sticky little person and couldn't help but lower his head. He buried his head into his neck and sniffed. The unique sweet scent made him forget to return. He really wished he could die on this person.

Fei Rann was a little itchy because of Aibelize's movement. Without hesitation