Chapter 1194: The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (72)

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His princely pride did not allow him to develop the slightest softheartedness or compassion for a human who defied him.

That would make him spineless.

He hated himself for being manipulated by inexplicable feelings, allowing his cold and stony heart that no one could shake to become captive to these baffling emotions.

And so… he wanted to abandon Bai Weiwei.

For humans who were taken away on suspicion of espionage, their final end was only death. There were no exceptions.

Outside the stone balcony, in the coldly glimmering moonlight, the Blood Kin sent by the council of elders wore black hooded robes.

A petite figure, wearing a dress Elizabeth prepared and a long cloak, emerged from the castle.

She walked with tottering footsteps, her long, curly hair swaying with her movements.

The moonlight cast on her face had a sort of sparkling and limpid beauty.

She seemed to feel their gazes and looked up. Her beautiful brown eyes were much lighter under the moonlight, resembling amber honey.

Her gaze was extremely calm, lacking fear and horror and free of regret or begging.

She even took the initiative to approach those death gods and hold out her slender, weak wrists, allowing them to bind her.

Arthur suddenly stood to his feet and walked to the balcony edge. His frightful gaze was fixed on her.

She finally perceived that person’s gaze on her figure.

Bai Weiwei raised her head further and spotted him standing on the balcony. The Blood Kin with long silver hair was staring down at her, as high up as a god looking down at ants.

There was a wave of emotions in her eyes—fragile longing, agonized struggle, and a trace of imperceptible… love.

It was just an instant of emotion.

In the blink of an eye, she suppressed it, and she lowered her head in some discomfort. It was unknown what she was thinking as she smiled in relief1.

That smile was extremely relaxed.

As though for her, going to her death was a release.

Then she stopped looking back and followed those Blood Kin to leave.

The Blood Kins’ car left the castle grounds, slowly disappearing before Arthur’s eyes.

Arthur stood there stiffly for a long time before finally discovering that his fingers had crushed the balcony’s stone railing into powder.

He suddenly whirled around and continued to drink, his heart unable to calm down.

But for some reason, his mind replayed her relieved smile.

Didn’t she know she was going to die?

How could she still bring out a smile?

As though she was happy leaving him, even if she died.

But what did her last look mean?

Arthur held the wine glass, head lowered. His fingers did not stop shaking.

Even by dawn’s arrival, he was still unable to think of a reason.

And because he had overindulged in wine, he finally felt drunk. He didn’t resist the magic wine’s corrosion, letting this drunkenness drag him down.

In his daze, sunlight crawled in.

A white figure fell into his arms like a butterfly.

He looked up in surprise and saw Bai Weiwei watching him with a smile. “Arthur, do you like me?”

Arthur blankly stared. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to touch her face.

What an obedient face, so fair and lovely.

This was his little pet.

He couldn’t help but nod his head. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll like you.”

Bai Weiwei suddenly swooped down. She kissed his thin lips, lingering and warm.

This kiss made him feel like he was drowning in joy.

She leaned into his neck, murmuring softly, “Am I a good girl?”

Arthur reached up and stroked her hair, smiling softly. “Very good.”

Bai Weiwei: “Then do you like me?”

Arthur: “Like.”

He liked her enough to become fragile, to become faint-hearted, to become disgusted with his hesitant and indecisive self.

【Ding! The male lead’s favorability: 60.】

1: 如释重负: as if relieved from a burden.↩