Mr Golden Boy, Please Stop! novel Chapter 6

He put his hands over his head and wiped his wet hair.

"Brice, what's wrong? Who irritated you?" Dent came in and saw the blood flowing between Brice's fair fingers.

When did this guy become so wasteful?

Hearing Dent's voice, Brice finally came to his senses. He seemed to be a little self-willed.

He then threw away the debris in his palm, and the broken palm quickly recovered in the blink of an eye.

"By the way, where is the little thing you mentioned before? Why haven't I seen it?" Dent looked around. In fact, the reason why he came here after taking a shower was that he came here in advance to see the little thing mentioned by Brice.

However, it seemed that this little thing was really too small. Was it so small that he couldn't notice it?

Dent wondered what did Hurst mean by 'little thing' this time.

Were they elves or demonic spirits? If that was the case, they could indeed disappear under his eyes.

"She's back!" Brice knew that Dent wouldn't let him go, so he just told him the secret, and Dent would not keep nagging him about this question.

"What? How could you let go of the little thing you like in this long night?" There was a hint of exaggeration in Dent's voice, but more astonishment.

When did Brice become so soft hearted that he would set his prey free?

It was unbelievable.

He couldn't even figure out a reason.

"Yes. Is there any problem? Besides, we are going to celebrate tonight, aren't we? Will you let me go just because she was with me?" With a smile at the corners of his mouth, Brice walked slowly towards Dent...

"Of course not. If you are willing to share, we would love to stay here with you." With a smile, Dent sat down casually on the sofa. He took out a bottle full of blood, and a crystal cup beside him, pouring himself a glass of blood.

And smelled it.

But then he frown slightly.

The quality of the blood was getting worse and worse. Alas!

He shook his head slightly.

"If it is someone else, it is fine. But I can't share her with you guys." Brice announced in a bossy manner, sitting next to Dent.

"Her? When did you take a girl seriously?" When Dent said this, he looked at Brice in surprise.

Usually, Brice was very generous to women. But today, he was a little surprised that Brice was so petty. However, he was more curious about what kind of woman she was and why Brice could treat her like that.

Brice didn't answer. He just casually picked up a crystal cup and poured himself a glass of blood.

He put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, but lost his appetite.

"Brice, have you kept this blood for a long time?" Seeing that Brice didn't eat anything, Dent pouted and said.

"No, it's fresh." Brice put the crystal cup on the tea table.

"Brice, is that woman really so special?" Seeing that Brice put down the glass, Dent thought that the little woman's blood must be more delicious!

"Anyway, the little woman is mine. Dent, don't get involved in this matter." Brice leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes comfortably. His handsome eyes were full of his prey's figure. Since she dared to provoke him, he would definitely give her a great gift.

Little woman, just wait and see!

Just then, the door was opened again.

"What little thing? What are you talking about? As soon as I opened the door, I heard you talking about it." At this time, it was Ennis standing at the door.

Ennis was dressed in casual clothes, and his hair was still wet. It seemed that he had just taken a shower.

Shaking his wet hair, he sat down on the sofa in front of Brice casually. His yellow hair shone in the light.

He looked at the two people on the sofa curiously and guessed whether the little thing was referring to a woman or not.

"She is the woman that Brice likes. But he just said that no one is allowed to get close to her." Dent smiled and looked at Brice's handsome and darkened face.

"Wow, which woman is so honored? Brice likes her and doesn't allow others to touch her. I can't wait to see who is so lucky." Frey, who happened to open the door and come in, couldn't help interrupting Dent's words.

"Ha-ha, I don't know. But you should ask the person concerned about the details." Dent smiled and left the question to Brice.

"Anyway, don't touch the prey I like." Brice curled his lips, picked up the blood on the tea table and threw it at Frey!

"Thank you!" Frey took the crystal cup and smelled it. It smelled good. And he was just hungry.

He then raised the crystal cup with his slender fingers and drank it up.

All of a sudden, a glass of fresh red blood was bottomed up in a few seconds.

"Frey, I haven't seen you for two months. Your taste hasn't improved a little!" Dent smiled and took a sip. Such bad blood, only Frey could accept it.