Meng Zhang reached out and picked up Iris, placing her in the bathtub.

"Do you need help washing, little one!" Meng Zhang said, sitting beside her and gently caressing Iris's delicate body with her hands.

At that moment, Iris trembled slightly and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"No, it's fine," Iris lowered her head and said softly.

Although she couldn't see, she could feel Meng Zhang's hands gently stroking her skin.

Iris felt nervous, unsure of what the other person would do.

Meng Zhang seemed to sense Iris's tension, and she smiled and said, "Relax, don't be nervous, the Master will not harm you."

"Okay," Iris nodded, but still felt somewhat uneasy.

Meng Zhang squeezed some shampoo into her hands and applied it to Iris's hair.

She gently massaged Iris's hair and asked, "How old are you, little one?"

"Com... compared to a bit younger," Iris stammered.

Upon hearing Iris's answer, Meng Zhang was stunned. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh. She just asked about the age, but the little one revealed her figure.

"I asked about your age, not your figure," Meng Zhang said irritably. This little one was too sensitive, actually mentioning her figure, it was really embarrassing.

"I'm fifteen," Iris said honestly, without any concealment.

"Fifteen? You still have room for development, no need to worry about your body's growth. After all, you're still a child," Meng Zhang smiled and said.

Iris's hair was even softer than she had imagined, and it felt very comfortable to touch.

Her face turned red, but Iris didn't struggle, allowing Meng Zhang to stroke her soft hair.

For some reason, under Meng Zhang's touch, Iris felt extremely enjoyable, with a strange feeling in her heart. She didn't know what it was, but she didn't want to refuse.

"Your hair is really smooth, even smoother than silk," Meng Zhang praised as she caressed Iris's soft and long hair. She couldn't help but feel intoxicated by this feeling.

What's more, the little one had white fur, which felt very smooth to Meng Zhang. She couldn't help but want to touch it forever.

Then Meng Zhang asked, "Little one, what's your name?" She squeezed out some body wash onto her hands and gently wiped Iris's back.

"I'm called Iris," Iris answered.

"Iris? That's a good name, it really suits your image," Meng Zhang admired.

"Give me your hand," Meng Zhang said to Iris.

"What for, Master?" Iris's voice became much softer.

"Do you want me to help wash your chest too?" Meng Zhang poured some body wash onto Iris's hand while teasing.

"No need, no need," Iris quickly shook her head and said.

"The term 'Master' doesn't sound friendly enough. How about this, from now on, you can call me Auntie. That way, you won't feel too awkward, right?" Meng Zhang suggested.

"Okay," Iris obediently nodded.

Meng Zhang smiled and said, "From now on, you'll be my niece. I will take care of you like family."

"Family?" Iris said softly, her voice somewhat dim, as if she had thought of unpleasant memories.

"What's wrong, little one? Did you remember something unhappy?" Meng Zhang asked with concern.

Iris gently shook her head and did not answer Meng Zhang.

Meng Zhang did not continue to ask. She soaked a towel in warm water, wrapped Iris's body, and then began to massage her shoulders.

An hour later, the two walked out of the bathroom wrapped in bath towels.

Holding Iris's hand, they entered the dressing room. This dressing room occupied a hundred square meters and was filled with clothes.

There were all kinds of clothes in it, hanging in the wardrobe, each with a different style. Some were sexy, some innocent, some enchanting...

All the clothes in this dressing room belonged to Meng Zhang, after all, she had a ever-changing appearance. Sometimes she was a little Lolita, sometimes a mature beauty, sometimes a youthful girl, and sometimes a sexy housewife. Naturally, she had countless clothes.

"Iris, what color do you like? Auntie will help you pick one," Meng Zhang said to Iris.

"Black," Iris said to Meng Zhang.

After that, Meng Zhang took a black camisole and handed it to Iris, telling her to change into it.

Iris took the camisole, frowned, and wondered what it was. She felt it, smooth and delicate, square-shaped and small, nothing like a regular piece of clothing.

A moment later, Meng Zhang came over with a dress. "Iris, let me help you change into it," she said.

Iris nodded softly, after all, she didn't really understand what this thing called a camisole was.

Meng Zhang skillfully helped Iris put on the black camisole. The black lace trim outlined her smooth skin, making her breasts appear full and upright.

"Girls should always wear camisoles, remember that," Meng Zhang said.

"Oh," Iris responded in a confused manner, wondering why she needed to wear camisoles on top of regular clothes.

But Iris didn't say anything, she simply cooperated with Meng Zhang.

Meng Zhang sensed Iris's puzzlement and explained, "The basic function of a camisole is to provide modesty and protect the breasts from external forces. Camisoles can help girls develop their breasts better and shape them perfectly."

"I see," Iris said.

"It's your first time wearing one, so it may feel strange at first. You'll get used to it in a few days," Meng Zhang reassured her.

"Auntie, I have a question," Iris suddenly spoke up.

"What's the question, little one, go ahead and ask," Meng Zhang said.

"Why do some girls not wear camisoles?" Iris asked.

Hearing Iris's question, Meng Zhang was taken aback. She thought Iris was going to ask something else, but it turned out to be about this.

Meng Zhang thought for a moment and then said, "For example, young children don't need to wear them. Once they reach puberty and start developing breasts, that's when they need to wear camisoles. There's also a group of people whose breasts never develop and always remain childlike, so they don't need to wear this. It's extremely rare to find a woman whose breasts don't develop at all among thousands of people."

"Oh," Iris nodded, not asking any further questions.

Before long, Iris changed into a black dress. The hemline just covered her ankles, and the lace at the hem was embroidered with silver thread, giving it a mysterious and noble look.

A black satin ribbon was tied around her waist, accentuating Iris's slender waist and highlighting her curves.

After observing Iris's outfit for a while, Meng Zhang nodded in satisfaction and said, "Not bad, it looks good."

She picked Iris up and had her sit on a chair, then squatted down, holding Iris's fair and delicate feet in her hands, wiping off the water droplets.

Having her feet held by Meng Zhang made Iris feel a little shy, but she didn't say anything, just sat quietly on the chair.

Iris's feet were crystal clear, as if carved from white jade, tender and elastic. It made people tempted to take a bite.

Meng Zhang wiped the water droplets off Iris's feet and then put on a pair of black stockings, making Iris's feet appear even longer and more graceful.

The stockings were not very long, only reaching her calves, but they fit Iris's feet perfectly. The stockings were also adorned with a pattern made of golden threads, making them look exceptionally luxurious and exquisite.

Meng Zhang's fingers gently stroked Iris's ankles, making her feel ticklish and her heartbeat slightly erratic.

"Auntie, what are you doing?" Iris asked softly.

Meng Zhang stopped caressing and looked up at Iris. "I'm helping you put on your shoes, little Iris," she said.

"Huh?" Iris was surprised, her cheeks slightly red. She felt a cool breeze on her toes, giving her a tingling feeling.

Then Meng Zhang took out a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes and gently put them on Iris's feet.

After putting on the shoes, Meng Zhang stood up and carefully observed Iris's outfit, nodding in satisfaction. "Hmm, not bad."

She then tied Iris's hair up into a high ponytail, showcasing Iris's alluring beauty.

"Is the little one hungry?" Meng Zhang asked with a smile.

"Yes." Iris nodded. "I'm a little hungry."

Meng Zhang waved his wrist in front of Iris. "Here, eat it quickly."

"Can... can I? Auntie." Iris hesitated, afraid to drink Meng Zhang's blood.

"It's okay. Auntie knows you're a vampire. You just need to eat enough. Auntie won't faint from being sucked by you," Meng Zhang laughed.

Iris extended her pink tongue and carefully inserted her sharp fangs into Meng Zhang's veins, sucking the blood flowing inside him.

She could clearly feel the powerful force contained in Meng Zhang's fresh blood. Moreover, this force was very gentle and warm, soothing her heart and making her feel extremely comfortable.

"Is it delicious?" Meng Zhang asked.

Iris nodded, with traces of Meng Zhang's blood still in her mouth. Her tongue continued to lick Meng Zhang's wrist for a while before she finally released it.

After a while, the wound on Meng Zhang's wrist slowly healed, as if it had never appeared before.