The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (56)
After speaking, he stepped forward.
A huge black bat descended from the sky and docilely landed beside Arthur.
Arthur gave the bat an irritated glower. “Leave.”
With that, he angrily unfurled his black bone wings, and a cold and powerful aura pressed down on everyone at the scene.
Then he carried Bai Weiwei and vanished from the spot.
Only a while after Arthur left did the students lying on the ground dare to tremblingly get up.
“W-who is he?”
This was what everyone was uncertain about.
Handsome and powerful, an aura that could simply hide the sky and cover the earth.
Jessie, a human noble, was like a humble ant standing before him.
The principal also hurried over and yelled at Jessie, who was on the ground in pain, “Do you know who you’ve offended? That’s the Blood Kin prince! Is the prince’s blood slave someone you can frame?”
Blood Kin prince.
Among Blood Kin today, there were only three princes.
Moreover, they all held a position within the thirteen elders and jointly commanded the Blood Kin and human races.
Offending a prince was letting you die with no corpse to bury.
When Jessie heard this, she knew she was finished.
She lowered her head in despair.
And the people who had just been flattering and fawning over her instantly fled, afraid of being implicated by her.
Lewis stood far away. Upon hearing the prince’s identity, a trace of dark calculations flashed through his gaze.
Then he turned and left.
And Bai Weiwei had a face… full of icy wind.
Open-top airplanes really weren’t something people could enjoy.
Her long hair danced wildly, slapping her face with crisp smacks. She wanted to walk, not go to heaven.
Arthur looked down at her, smiling coldly.
He suddenly stopped on the roof of the highest building in the city.
The roof had two slopes.
He placed her on the horizontal bar in the middle of the roof, then stood with his arms crossed, coldly watching her sit there without daring to get up.
The roof was dozens of stories high.
If you fell from there, you’d definitely die.
Bai Weiwei’s entire body trembled. The wind on the rooftop made her sway and totter.
She raised her gaze towards Arthur, her lips moving, as though she wanted to beg for help.
But Arthur bent over and pressed a finger to her lips. Within his cold pupils was a baleful anger.
“I want to understand… What I am to you.”
Bai Weiwei’s lashes trembled, puzzlement appearing in her eyes.
Arthur released her lips and took several steps back, but Bai Weiwei, frightened, reached out and clutched his trousers.
Arthur immediately recalled, in their first meeting–
She’d done the same thing, helplessly clutching her trousers, asking him for help.
At that time, he’d been full of boredom.
And now…
His mood was in turmoil. Just a mere blood slave.
Yet he wanted her to personally acknowledge this identity.
Arthur’s trousers shifted, and Bai Weiwei immediately panicked. “Don’t kick me.”
This sentence made Arthur’s body stiffen for a moment.
At that time, he’d kicked her away.
Was she still afraid? Afraid that he would kick her out?
Bai Weiwei was afraid he’d kick her and could only squeeze out, “You’re my master, and I’m your blood slave.”
He’d clearly heard what he wanted to hear.
But there wasn’t a sense of relief.
An irritable mood settled between Arthur’s brows. “And?”
Bai Weiwei repeated blankly, “And what?”
Arthur was stunned. That’s right, and what?
She didn’t answer incorrectly; she was a blood slave.
Arthur had wanted to punish her for hiding her identity in school, but when he felt her ice-cold fingers–
He realized that the rooftop was cold. She could get sick.
Frowning, he immediately picked her up and jumped off the roof with no expression, flying straight back to the castle.
After they returned to the castle, he pressed her into bed and impatiently kissed her.
As though wanting to cover up something.
But Bai Weiwei suddenly struggled. She bit her lip, her face extremely pale.
“Aren’t I a blood slave? Why must I be forced to do this kind of thing? This isn’t what a blood slave should do.”
Arthur was already irritable. He desperately needed her body to make himself happy.
He captured her resisting hands, replying with an unfeeling and evil smile, “Oh, it’s not what a blood slave should do? Then who has the qualifications to do it?”
A trace of sorrow appeared in Bai Weiwei’s eyes. Then she gave a self-deprecating smile.
“I used to think that the person who would treat me this way was my lover, my husband.”
Lover, husband.
These titles made Arthur stiffen.
Indeed, blood slaves did not have the obligation to serve their master in bed.
After all, Blood Kin would not easily do this kind of thing with blood slaves, who had a humble status.
Even if they were licentious, they were picky.
But he couldn’t help forcing her.
This unbearable desire, could it be that his sentiments for her were not just that of a blood slave…
【Ding! Male lead’s favorability: 50.】
