The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (73)
It was merely to the point of liking.
He knew this, so he must ruthlessly cut off these emotional bonds before the favorable emotions became a unique and deep affection.
Because he hated the weak and only wanted to be strong.
But when she lay in his arms, he couldn’t help but want to spoil her more.
He sighed, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Don’t rebel against me anymore. Stay and be my blood slave. When your blood no longer tastes good, I will grant you the identity of a Blood Kin.”
Didn’t all humans vie for this identity?
To the point they didn’t hesitate to kill one another.
When Arthur finished speaking, he suddenly realized–there was nothing between his fingers.
He woke from his drunken state, the warm sunlight falling on his body.
He sat on the ground, surrounded by wine bottles. There was no sign of Bai Weiwei.
Arthur’s expression went cold. He stiffly remained in place for a while before standing up and entering the room. Then he stepped into the coffin.
He decided to sleep.
Humans were fragile. Once he slept and woke up, she may have grown old and died, and become unable to affect him anymore.
– – – – – – – – – –
Bai Weiwei was in the council of elder’s dungeon, nibbling on tasteless bread.
“Ai, this damned chuuni is too difficult to capture. I’ve lost half my life, and his favorability has only climbed to 60. I clearly look so lovable, why can’t the capture target fall in love at first sight, have deep affection on the second, and give 100 favorability on the third?”
The system said poetically, “How could you love someone based on their looks? That kind of love is too shallow.”
Bai Weiwei silently pondered for a moment. “No, if a big, 300-catty fat man came to pursue me, I definitely wouldn’t be moved.”
Even if that fatty was the world’s richest man, the number one talent, and had the best temperament.
Won’t happen!
The top narcissistic dog Bai Weiwei said straightforwardly, “If he’s ugly, he doesn’t deserve being in love.”
System: “…”
It was already miserable enough being ugly, but there was also being cursed by random people every day.
Can you leave ugly dogs a way out?
The locked dungeon door swung open, and a soft but gorgeous looking man walked in, followed by several guards.
“My little cutie really does look pitiful.”
She was indeed very cute, but what was up with this overly familiar man.
The system immediately relayed to her Moore’s information, telling her of his perverted hobbies along the way.
Not her capture target. Bai Weiwei had no interest.
Moore squatted down, saying in a very friendly manner, “Why, how could Arthur’s blood slave get used to eating such crude food? Bring over a different meal for me.”
Bai Weiwei watched him silently.
But she didn’t refuse the dinner brought up this time.
Her movements were restrained and elegant, not looking anything like a human who came out of the slums.
Moore observed her with interest.
After all, this was a human with such a superb flavor. It aroused his fierce appetite.
He couldn’t help swallowing, and he asked, “What is your purpose in approaching Arthur?”
Bai Weiwei gave him an indifferent glance and continued to eat.
Moore’s smile softened, but his eyes were cold.
“Did this rebel spy poison her own blood and feed it to him, making him weak?”
This was a trick often used by rebel spies.
A suicide attack.
Letting oneself become a blood slave, then poisoning one’s blood and erode the Blood Kin’s body.
Bai Weiwei finally finished eating. She picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth before answering calmly, “Purpose? I despise Blood Kin. You all disgust me. I don’t even want to get close to you, let alone want to get involved with you.”
