The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (47)
Chapter 1169 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (47)
Bai Weiwei put away her essay after she finished writing half.
She glanced up at the HP bar above her head. There was only a bit of green, no hope at all of resisting the Vampiric Empire.
So cruel, this task.
Can’t you see she was only a fragile human baby? How could she fight those terrifying creatures who could smash open doors barehanded and kill people by just lifting a foot?
She decided to prioritize the capture plan for the time being, then wait for the favorability to increase.
Then think about the side task.
Arthur emerged from the coffin and found his little blood slave blankly staring at a book, as though doing homework.
She was wearing a beautiful, flowing nightgown.
Under the lighting, the thin back had an obscured beauty.
Today marked one week.
The doctor said eating was possible.
Thinking of this week, he hid his contempt for humans and curbed his violent temper.
After treating her gently.
Her blood was definitely delicious, right?
His beloved blood slave, of tender body and delicate flesh. When biting down, it would be like biting into a plump fruit.
His fangs piercing into her thin skin.
The delicious blood flowing into his parched mouth.
Arthur couldn’t help reaching up and softly placing his hand on his mouth.
His body shivered. Just the thought of the scene, and he couldn’t bear it.
Bai Weiwei felt a chill run down her back, as though she was being stared at by a wild beast.
Her expression didn’t change as she took out the paper she was writing on, then pretended to
The handwriting was sloppy, as though written thoughtlessly.
And it was written three or four times.
The tip of her pen froze, and her face flushed. She stared blankly at the name she had written.
"Damn it, how could you write his name…"
Annoyed but with some shyness, she reached out to crumple up the paper she wrote on.
But just as her fingers moved, a cold and pale palm pressed on the back of her hand.
Bai Weiwei immediately stiffened. She turned her head, slightly panicked.
She stared into a pair of smiling, blood-red eyes.
He said softly, "Truly disrespecting me. How could you secretly write the name of your master, hm?"
Bai Weiwei lowered her head, saying coldly, "Apologies, my Lord. I am not qualified to write your name."
Arthur saw her feigning a cold and tough attitude, but her body was trembling in embarrassment.
His mood improving, he couldn’t help but pressed against her face, feeling the warmth of her cheeks.
Bai Weiwei had trouble breathing, but she was unable to escape his constricting embrace and could only say peevishly, "Kill or plunder, do as you wish."
Arthur stretched out his arms and pulled her completely into his arms.
He lowered his head and sniffed the skin of her neck. That fragrant scent was simply irresistible.
Arthur’s lowered voice seemed to become deep and rich.
"I’ll just punish you. From now on, call me by my name."
Bai Weiwei was taken aback. Before she could ponder the meaning of this sentence–
His fangs had already gently bitten into the skin of her neck.
Warm blood, carrying that intense sweetness that was irresistible to Blood Kin, coursed through him.
His pupils shrank into vertical slits, and a wild satisfaction brought unparalleled enjoyment.
So this was the taste of her blood when she was in a pleasant mood?
It was simply an addition from which he couldn’t break free, a flavor of the highest quality.
Bai Weiwei shuddered, the intense concentration of passion toxins causing her eyes to grow damp. A small, uncontrollable sob sprouted from her lips.
Arthur’s blood sucking paused