《Blood Evolution System 》Chapter 48: Proposing to his love (Finale)
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"I accept!"
As she accepted his proposal with a smile of happiness on her face, Leila thought back to the time when she first met him. The first time she met him, he wasn't talkative. After spending a few weeks with him, she realized that he helps everyone around him in one way or another, whether he believes it or not. In her case, he used to help her carry groceries and guide her during training. A few months ago, as she looked at him from afar, slowly and steadily, the seed of attraction budded in her heart. The seed of attraction blossomed into the emotion of love once he went out to the wilderness, bracing danger and the possibility of death for her sake. At that time, although she felt attracted to him, she didn't have enough guts to propose to him.
She lacked self-confidence because of her racial disability and had chosen to hide her feelings rather than tell him that she likes him.
However, as he proposed to her, the insecurities were pushed to the back of her heart, his words helping her to come face to face with her true feelings.
He was her knight in shining armor. He is the one who had already fought for her sake and kept her safe from the ultimate harm. Furthermore, he has always been good to her without any conditions. What more could she ask for?
She loved him. So, she agreed to become his lover.
"Big brother, do you know I've liked you for a few months, but I couldn't muster up the courage to confess. It's because I didn't know that you liked me," Leila said with a shy and happy look on her face as she looked at him. Vincent could see gentleness and happiness flooding in her eyes.
Seeing him looking staring at herself, she felt so shy that she covered her face with her slender, petite hands.
"I know. I noticed you peeking glance at me every day," Vincent whispered in her ears in a charming tone.
He gently grabbed her hands and lowered them to look at her mesmerizing face with a gentle and love-filled stare.
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"You look exceedingly beautiful right now," he praised while holding her hands and looking in her star-like snowy eyes.
"You too. Big brother is the most handsome person I have ever seen," Leila said with a beaming smile as redness suffused her cute face.
"Now, you look even more charming. You should smile more." Vincent said while feeling the softness of her hands and the warmth emitting out of them.
"Big brother, I am feeling very happy. I want to give some sort of appreciation as gratitude."
"I'll be happy with whatever you give to me."
Vincent didn't have extravagant taste. Since they were just exchanging love tokens, he was honestly fine with anything.
Leila wanted to give him something like a nice present that will make him happy. She thought hard about what to give him. In the end, she realized that she didn't have anything precious with her except for her body.
After careful consideration, Leila decided to award him with her first kiss.
"Big brother, please close your eyes, and no peeking," she said with an expression of mysteriousness.
"Hmm, alright," Vincent replied as he closed his eyes.
As he was a head taller than him, Leila stood on the tip of her toes, leaned forward, and kissed Vincent on the cheeks. His eyes jolted open once he felt her soft lips touching his cheeks. Immediately after, she smiled and said: "Big brother, did you like my present?"
"It was fine, but not enough to be called a present," said Vincent. "I want to hug you once again."
Hearing his words, her heart raced. While she was busy with controlling her feelings that were about to burst all the way to her head, Vincent wrapped one of his arms around her lithe waist and pulled her into his embrace once again.
"Leila, let me teach you how to kiss," Vincent seductively whispered in her ears.
A tingling feeling rose in her heart as his hot breath brushed against her ruddy cheeks. As he lowered his head, Leila's eyelashes fluttered and she closed her eyes. She submitted herself and planned to enjoy it.
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Seeing her so eager to be kissed by himself, Vincent passionately caressed her enticing lips with his mouth. The tip of his tongue pushed between her pursed pink lips, gently parting them. Immediately after that, his tongue slowly entered her mouth and entangled with her sweet and sultry tongue.
Leila's body stiffened as he traced the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Her body shivered while feeling the warmth of his embrace as she felt faint-headed.
"I can't control it anymore," Leila internally exclaimed as Vincent sucked on her soft succulent lips that even tasted a little sweet.
Puff!
The moment she lost control over her feelings, she transformed into her feline form.
"Leila?" Vincent looked at the small beast near his feet, it had a white puffy tail, snowy furs, cold yet mesmerizing eyes, furry ears and it appeared to be in symbiosis with the snow.
Leila hid her body behind her huge furry tail as she sensed him looking at her. However, Vincent managed to see with her eyes filled with sadness. He guessed that it might be related to her sudden transformation into her cute bestial form.
"Don't hide," he said as he leaned closer to the cute cat near his feet.
"Don't look for me…" Leila turned tail and headed towards the exit. In his eyes, she seemed like she was really sad and angry at herself for some reason.
Vincent followed her and immediately caught her in his hands.
"Leila, what's wrong?" He asked as he gently looked at the cute cat held in his hands.
"I'm sorry. I must disgust you. Don't I?" She communicated telepathically.
She could use her innate ability to communicate with anyone telepathically once she was in her feline form.
"Ah… no! You look really cute right now. It's free eye candy for someone like me," Vincent said as he patted her.
As soon as he said those words, Leila's eyes brightened in happiness and joy.
"I am from the feline race. I am half a beast. I hid it from you. Don't you dislike me?" Leila asked telepathically. She purred unintentionally and her eyes squinted in pleasure as Vincent showered her with a lot of pats on the head.
"Silly lass, I like you for who you are, and what race you are doesn't make me feel annoyed or anything like that. It doesn't bother me, at all. Besides, I already knew that you were a demi-human. So, don't blame yourself for something silly." Vincent said as he kissed the cute snowy cat's forehead.
Leila's eyes blinked rapidly and she said: "How did you know that I was a demi-human? I never told anyone about it."
"How? Well, it's a secret. I will explain it to you in the future," Vincent said as he placed her on the bed.
"Okay, I guess I was worrying for no reason. Ugh, I am such a fool. I thought big brother will come to hate me once you know that I am not a human. Sorry for misjudging you."
"It's alright," Vincent said with a smile as he played with her causing her to purr continuously. "Let's rest. We need to wake up early tomorrow."
There were two beds, and Leila thought that they will be resting in different beds, however, Vincent laid down in the bed while hugging her.
"Umm, what are you doing?" She asked while blinking her eyes.
"Don't you want to cuddle?" He asked.
"Sure, why not?"
After taking a few seconds to consider his offer, Leila snuggled in his embrace and hugged him with her small paws.
Vincent wrapped the cute cat with snowy furs in his hands and closed his eyes.
"Her scent is pleasant."
"He is so warm."
While smelling the sweet scent emitting out of her body, he easily entered the lands of dream. Similarly, Leila wasn't able to hold on to her consciousness for long as his bodily warmth sooted every fiber of her being.
She was like a ice cute melting under the grand sun. In mere moments, she fell fast asleep.
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