Venera immediately grabbed Micah's fingers and thumb, slowly shaking his hand from side to side, and said cutely, "Brother Micah, let's have a sleepover, okay?"
Her voice was so soft and sounded so endearing, just like a little kitten clumsily patting his nonexistent heart. His heart was melting.
How could someone be this cute?
Micah looked down at the little girl's hand. Her hands were warm, soft, and very comfortable to hold on to. It has a warmth that vampires lack—a warmth that vampires yearn for. On such a cool night—which is an everyday thing in the vampire realm—it must be very nice and pleasant. A warm and cozy feeling.
Even though the dark blue-haired man does not know what a "sleepover" is, he still answered "yes" very naturally. It was a tone that held no hesitation. He was very sure that the little girl would never harm him. He still trusts his instincts very much.
So far, his instincts have never failed him.
