The girl who was punished by the gods counterattacked and became the group's favorite

His dark red eyes slowly turned blood red. He turned his head, walked forward and hugged her, gently holding her cheek with his hands and putting her hair in place.

"What's wrong with you? Do you need a hug?"

Tia didn't say anything, but quietly put her head on Jesus' shoulder and hugged him back.

"You'll always be on my side, right?"

"Yeah." Jesus responded softly, "I'm always behind you."

He put his hand behind Tia's back and gently instructed Quinn to bloom by the window, letting the breeze carry the fragrance of the flowers to soothe Tia.

Tia noticed the strong fragrance of flowers wafting in from the window, and raised her hand to close the window.

"Do you want me to fall asleep now?" Tia turned her head, and the two of them looked at each other almost face to face.

"Well, I will stay with you by the window until tomorrow morning. Go to sleep. Although I don't know why you feel so uneasy again." Jesus turned his eyes away and couldn't help but think of what happened yesterday.

"If I become the final evil god in the end, will you kill me?" Tia looked at Jesus's turned head, thinking that he was avoiding her, and pushed him away.

"You are now carrying the power of absorption. If you become an evil god, the world will be destroyed." Jesus avoided answering. Although he wanted to die, he did not want everyone in the world to die with him.

"Hehe... since you don't want to drink, then go away." Tia closed her eyes tiredly, crawled into the quilt, and wrapped herself tightly.

"But... it won't come to that." Jesus reached out and pulled the man out. "Unless you really want to become an evil god, I know you're a kind child and you won't think about that day. If that day ever comes, it will be out of necessity. I will protect you from that."

"Then why don't you want to drink my blood?" Tia was trembling all over as she thought about the contents of the book.

Jesus gently touched Tia's head, wrapped Tia in the quilt and pulled the quilt up.

Tia was restless and wanted to move around, but was held down again and then she saw the enlarged face of Jesus.

Their foreheads were pressed tightly together as Jesus chanted complicated spells, gathering all the magic power around him.

Quinn realized what was happening inside, and Huazhi knocked on the window hard, but Jesus put a seal on it, trapping him outside and unable to break in through the window.

Finally, when the surrounding starlight slowly dissipated, Tia felt the touch on her head disappear.

She felt something suddenly appear on her forehead, a flower bud about to bloom.

"what is this?"

"Contract, if you get hurt, I will be retaliated immediately and I will rush over." Jesus said calmly.

Quinn was outside listening to Jesus' words, but he was only halfway through and was so anxious that he spread vines, trying to enter the room from all angles.

Tia nodded. Although she had not had much contact with Jesus, from the few contacts she had, she felt that this man had never lied to her.

Apart from……

She lifted the quilt and asked, "You know everything?"

...The most precious of these is blood, brimming with life force. This blood requires the vampire to possess the power to absorb it. As the blood is sucked, the vampire absorbs their own life force and mixes it with the blood. When a vampire absorbs this blood, they form a contract with the vampire, obligating them to protect the person's life until the person dies...

"Okay, take good care of yourself." Jesus was not stupid, he knew what Tia wanted.

He would satisfy Tia.

"But what if you're still hungry?" Tia pulled Jesus's clothes. "Does this contract still allow me to empathize with you? I'm also very hungry."

"Maybe it's because you're too hungry. I can bear it, but you..." Jesus was used to enduring it. He didn't expect that Tia would feel so hungry after signing this kind of contract.

"This morning's blood-replenishing food is quite delicious." Tia resignedly exposed her neck. "You don't want me to go to bed hungry, do you?"

Jesus didn't expect that his good intentions would lead to bad consequences. "Then I'll make sure you have it tomorrow morning."

Under the moonlight, the two figures intertwined, gentle and affectionate.

Jesus drank a little and was about to let go, but Tia hugged his neck and said, "Drink a little more, I can still take it."

"I'll come see you tomorrow." Jesus declined. He had been hungry for so long, how could he have a good meal?

Tia nodded, and after Jesus stood up, she finally realized what was happening.

She shook her head and said, "I'm sleepy and want to sleep. Will you still stay by my side?"

"Go to sleep." Jesus originally wanted to leave, but after hearing this, he could only sit by the bed.

The next day when Tia woke up in the morning, she was struck by her beauty and almost thought she was dreaming.

"You really didn't leave?"

"I promised you. I'm leaving now. See you tonight." Jesus pointed to something next to the bedside table.

Tia nodded, and saw Jesus cast a spell before going out through the window.

Are you afraid that the wind will blow in?

Without thinking too much, she prepared to get up and wash up. "Lime, can you help me bring this to my dining table?"

"Okay!" Green Lemon jumped out, then walked into the restaurant with the plate on its cap.

Tia got up, washed, and went into the restaurant.

"The lady in the kitchen said that it seemed like a thief broke in yesterday and some things disappeared, but the guards didn't notice anyone entering."

Tamara said as she looked at the extra plate of cakes on the table, "Hey, did the master order someone to make this again?"

Tia suddenly understood something, lowered her head and chuckled, "Yeah."

It seems that the phrase "I promised you" refers to this cake, not to accompanying her...

"Okay, I'll go tell the kitchen not to panic. If you want anything to eat, you can tell the kitchen directly."

Tamara didn't expect that the so-called thief was actually making pastries for the young lady, but why wasn't it someone in the kitchen?

If it wasn't someone in the kitchen, who else could it be? The young lady was very picky about her tastes, and was there anyone else in the whole house who could make pastries?

Although Tamara was confused, she could only suppress her doubts when she saw Tia's indifferent look.

Tia looked at the pastry, which was so exquisitely made that she was reluctant to eat it.

"Okay." She picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. She would eat it. At worst, she could ask someone else to make it again.

"By the way, why do your lips look a little pale?" Tamara looked at the pastry and suddenly noticed Tia's pale lips.