Chapter 1144 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (22)
TW: Nonexplicit noncon
His red pupils began to dilate. He suddenly lowered his head and bit her neck, but he did not drink, simply remaining still.
Making her unable to resist.
His powerful arms wrapped around her slender and soft waist, pulling her beneath him.
Cruelly trapping her, quivering, within his arms.
Bai Weiwei had lost too much blood and was already on the verge of unconsciousness.
When she sensed that something was wrong, she anxiously shouted to the system, “Activate the patch, the patch…”
Just as she finished, she felt a tearing pain.
Bai Weiwei snapped open her eyes and saw silver hair tumbling down. The eyes of the man above her were red, as though filled with blood, merciless and piercing.
He was a powerful dominator.
A brutal oppressor.
Bit by bit, he broke past her body’s final defense, completely pulling her into the dark world full of blood.
Bai Weiwei watched him with wide eyes as he completely entered this delicate and fragile body.
Her powerless and snow-white fingers and his slender, bone-white fingers were firmly locked together on the bloody floor.
The pleasure of having her blood drunk, the pain of being taken.
The two sensations intertwined in a terrible web, binding her so tightly she couldn’t breathe.
Bai Weiwei gritted her teeth, glaring angrily at the man atop her body.
Her pale face was stained with the color of blood due to her fury.
Like a blooming rose.
Filling the room with fragrance.
Arthur suddenly came to a halt, staring blankly at her unyielding eyes.
A strong stimulus broke through his hunter’s instinct.
A huge shadow suddenly appeared behind him.
The explosive force formed a terrible gust of wind, overturning everything.
The curtains were torn apart, and the glass in the windows were shattered.
Then Bai Weiwei clearly saw behind him–a pair of featherless, black bone wings.
Every angle of the wings was as sharp and delicate as a work of art.
A dark force of evil, ice-cold and reminiscent of a black cage of imprisonment.
They completely enshrouded her. The afternoon sun unscrupulously entered the room, but not a single trace of it fell on her body.
Arthur’s eyes completely restored their clarity.
But he didn’t let her go, his movements instead growing fiercer, carrying out the ritual of copulation even more brutally and roughly.
Bai Weiwei finally gave a trembling cry, “Go away, get away…”
She was so weak that even her voice of resistance was pitifully broken and feeble.
Arthur gently touched her face. Finally, he leaned down and softly kissed the top of her head.
A gesture of comfort.
The complete opposite of his animalistic behavior.
“Don’t be afraid. You won’t die.”
He would feed her blood. The blood of a prince-rank Blood Kin was the best healing medicine for human beings.
“So we still have a long time.”
Arthur spoke softly, with the tenderness and affection shared between lovers, but the cruel words he spoke made her entire body tremble.
This was the first human who let him experience the same inundative pleasure that a grand feast gave.
He didn’t mind spoiling her a bit.
【Ding! Male lead’s favorability: 0.】
The shattered windows, the overturned coffins, the daylight sun.
As well as the girl weakly gasping for mercy.
Everything coalesced In this confined and forlorn space, forming an image of passion1.
As Bai Weiwei finally lost consciousness, she saw the pale moonlight shining in from outside the window.
And on the refined, paler-than-moonlight face of the man lying above her body, there was a satiated, wicked smile.
Before she passed out, she cursed the system ten thousand times.
Why didn’t the patches work! WHY!
The system looked at the bullet screen barrage surrounding it. The barrage had already become a terrifying, brainwashing Amitabha sutra.
The patch in its hand was totally unable to be taken out for use.
Because the host had been too slow in shouting out, by the time it tried to use the patch, it had already been locked in by the barrage.
The host was fine, right? Should be, there was no issue with the life value.
So it calmly continued to watch the barrage.
Was there something wrong with the barrage? Why was it up for so long?
The male lead of this plane was the erratic type, and the favorability similarly rose erratically2. Because he was a vampire, he preferred the beastly capture strategy.
1: 令人眼热心跳: causing one’s eyes to burn (with passion/fever) and heart to leap.↩
2: 抽风: slang for someone who’s crazy or does crazy things. It literally can mean a spasm or convulsion, in reference to someone’s abnormal behavior being seen as something sudden or coming out of nowhere, much like a spasm.↩
