Chapter 1188: The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (66)

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It didn’t matter if her soul hated him.

Either way, she couldn’t escape. Her body was his.

Bai Weiwei shuddered and abruptly stopped moving.

Arthur found that she had lost consciousness and gave a snort.

“With a body this weak, you still dare to resist a Blood Kin.”

She quietly closed her eyes, her brows tightly knit.

The mocking sneer on Arthur’s lips faded, replaced by a trace of loss on his face.

He couldn’t help himself and softly kissed her brow.

Then he untied the hair ribbon around her mouth, revealing the traces of its presence.

Arthur softly caressed the corners of her mouth. Finally, he could no longer restrain his desires, and he lowered his head again to kiss her deeply.

In his long life, his iron-like heart had never gone through great waves.

Besides his natural-born disgust of humans and his serious food aversion, he was powerful and smoothly obtained everything he wanted.

But now, he had imprisoned a girl who didn’t want to go with him.

Moreover, he wished to imprison her for eternity.

Arthur released her, wanting to leave and calm down.

But suddenly he found that she was crying, the tears falling soundlessly from her tightly shut eyes.

Arthur froze, and he heard her mutter something to herself.

It was too quiet.

He had to dip his head and lean closer before he could barely make it out.

“Don’t kill me… kill me…”

So afraid of death, and still daring to join the rebel army.

The fury in Arthur’s eyes blazed. Just as he was about to grab her neck and punish her again––

Her next words stunned him.

“Don’t kill her… Mom, don’t kill her, I beg you.”

Didn’t her mother die long ago?

Arthur’s fingers against her neck remained stiffened for a long moment.

She was sleeping and seemed to be having a nightmare.

She disjointedly begged for mercy, but it wasn’t for herself.

It was for her family.

Her dead parents.

A trace of doubt surfaced in Arthur’s eyes, extinguishing the fury. Finally, he uncontrollably stroked her face.

There were tears, and fearful tremors.

“Weiwei…”

His voice couldn’t help but soften.

Bai Weiwei seemed to hear him. Her body instinctively approached him, curling up in a pitiful ball beside him. Her fingers tightly clutched his own.

As though that way, she could feel better.

Arthur should have pulled her away, should have woken her up and continued to torment her.

But when he saw her like this, his heart suddenly seized.

His heart was clearly dead, but it began to ache.

It was simply a defect.

Arthur abruptly wrenched away her hand, as though shaking off some terrible emotion he couldn’t control.

He promptly turned to leave, not daring to linger a second longer.

As soon as he left, Bai Weiwei woke up, rubbing her hand.

“My hand almost broke.”

Arthur, that crazy chunni, he used so much strength he almost broke her hand.

The system immediately warned, “The male lead’s coming back.”

Bai Weiwei stiffened. She promptly carried out the complete package–curled up, trembling, furrowed brows, and pained moans.

Say he’s coming back as soon as he came back. Could you say it a bit earlier?

She nearly broke out of her performance.

Suddenly, she was held in a cold embrace. A somewhat awkward hand softly stroked her hair.

“Sleep ba, I won’t kill you.”

Bai Weiwei: “…”

The system immediately explained, “The male lead paced back and forth in the tunnel dozens of times just now like a ghost, but he didn’t leave. Then he rushed to you with an ugly face.”

Bai Weiwei thought about it, a bit uncertain.

Did he think that letting her have nightmares would prick his conscience?

She probingly acted, smoothing out her expression and curling into his arms.

But what was strange was, Arthur actually didn’t throw her off.

He fell silent for a moment.

His kiss fell gently on her face.

Then came his voice, low and with a touch of tenderness.

“It’s good if I am your nightmare.”

Bai Weiwei: …Was there anyone who wanted to be another person’s nightmare? What an amazing hobby.

He suddenly exhaled softly. “At least you have me in your dreams.”

Even if he existed as a nightmare.

 【Ding! The male lead’s favorability: 55.】