The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (35)

This was the highest form of compliment for a blood slave.

He thought that Bai Weiwei would be honored.

But after she stared blankly, the disappointment and disgust in her eyes could be seen in a single glance.

She turned her head, exposing the bite wound. She said dispiritedly, “Then drink more. Even better if you drink it all at once.”

Arthur frowned. The good mood from just now had disappeared.

He sneered. Ice-cold fingers caressed her soft body, pinching and kneading despite her resistance.

He was spiteful and irritable.

Her trembling body curled up, shivering beneath him.

She was clearly so weak…

He lowered his head and bit her neck once again, sucking hard.

Even more spitefully, he increased the secretion of toxin in his fang—the toxin that could drive humans crazy with lust. No one could resist it.

Sure enough, her body was flooded with heat, with the rims of her eyes growing flushed.

Her beautiful toes curled tightly.

Bai Weiwei gave a low gasp. Her shuddering groan was particularly distinct in the darkness.

Charming and alluring.

Arthur felt an itch in his ears, reaching straight towards his heart.

【Ding! Male lead’s favorability: 15.】

The inert, lustful instincts of a high-ranking Blood Kin were instantly aroused.

His teeth retracted, and his lips and tongue began to lick along her neck.

Each droplet of blood she lost was drawn into his mouth.

He thought that his bloodsucking would produce a sweet taste, but when the blood was licked clean, his tongue still laved across her skin.

It was clean and white, as soft as the finest pastry.

Every inch of her was unexpectedly sweet.

It wasn’t just her blood. He felt that way about her entire body… including her hair.

Arthur couldn’t resist the temptation and kissed her beautiful hair grasped in his fingers.

It was sweet as well.

The system had learned its lesson and took out the patch in advance. Just as it was about to activate it—

Bai Weiwei said calmly: “No need for this thing.”

The system was shocked, then understanding.

“You think this kind of ‘exercise’ feels good, so you’re planning on shooting a few more cannons?”

Bai Weiwei: “…”

The system silently put away the patch, earnestly urging, “Experiencing more while young is also good. Go ahead.”

Bai Weiwei: “Scram…”

When he licked her face, the salty taste was…

The tear stains on her face hadn’t yet dried.

Arthur paused for a moment, but his Blood Kin instincts urged him to continue.

He wanted to kiss her lips. This was the first person who gave him the urge to kiss, even among the bloodkin.

Blame her for being sweet everywhere, even her lips.

In Arthur’s eyes, Bai Weiwei was a peerless delicacy.

One he couldn’t wait to devour.

And one he felt he needed to slowly savor to properly taste.

He kissed the corner of her lips, but she turned away, refusing to kiss him.

Arthur’s movements didn’t stop even as he squeezed into the coffin. The coffin was a bit cramped.

But this tight fit pressed her even deeper into his arms.

This kind of entangling warmth was strange but surprisingly pleasant.

Arthur leaned closer. He pinched her chin and forcefully turned her towards him, domineeringly and rudely trying to kiss her.

But as his lips touched hers—

He stopped.

Her eyes were indifferent and hollow. There was empty darkness, and there wasn’t a trace of affection.

She seemed to feel his gaze, and her rigidly unmoving eyes shifted a bit, finally staring at him with some emotion.

But they were emotions of contempt and disdain.

Arthur’s intense desires instantly went cold.

She was clearly so weak…

She clearly could not resist the toxin he injected…

So how could she look at him this way?