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... ing as he wished. This cute little thing is no longer his blood slave, but his little wife.

At the end of the first embrace, Mr. Vampire hugged his fragile little wife to bathe. The newly born kins who have just changed their descent are very fragile. They can't even lift their fingers and must receive comprehensive care.

Wash inside and out, blow dry hair, tuck into the warm quilt where the sheets have been changed, and Mr. Dior hugs his young wife, who is soft and fresh, and sigh ...

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