Chapter 1205: The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (83)

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After all, there were some men who had an eye for women’s clothing.

Then, Bai Weiwei regretted it so much she was itching to slap her mouth.

Arthur did indeed have an eye for choosing women’s clothes–that fit his goddamn hideous standards.

Beautiful, giant bows: one around the waist, one tying up her hair.

Pink ones!

Exaggerated and flamboyant skirts that swayed in the wind, like a flower in bloom.

PINK ones!

Delicate shoes with ankle straps.

Also god. damn. PINK!!!

The necklace he gave her… wasn’t pink.

It was motherfucking bright-ass red!

Bai Weiwei: “Is this the so-called ‘good taste’ you men have?”

The system sincerely praised it: “So tasteful, very beautiful ah.”

Bai Weiwei: She could burn paper for the system’s aesthetic tastes, because it was dead as a doornail.

Arthur silently observed her.

Bai Weiwei thought he had finally realized that this set of hideous pink and bright red was very eye-searing.

But he suddenly pursed his lips, eyes glowing with infatuation.

“Very beautiful.”

Bai Weiwei: “…”

Where was this beautiful? This terrible red and this outdated, cheap, Taobao clearance good-style dress, just where was it beautiful?

She put up a dying struggle. “I think, it’s too red.”

But Arthur came up behind her and gently pulled aside her high ponytail, revealing her beautiful, slender neck.

He pressed against her back, his eyes growing deeper and darker.

His fingers ghosted across the sensitive part of her waist.

He was all too familiar with her body.

As though playing a tune that flowed from his fingertips.

He could still remember when his fingers clasped hers, how she trembled and gasped under him.

The sweet and fragrant breath made him lower his head to sniff her neck.

Bai Weiwei stiffened, seeming frightened.

But Arthur didn’t go any further and endured.

He endured for a long moment before he rasped, “I’m so hungry, Weiwei.”

As he spoke, his lips slowly kissed the skin on her neck, warm and electrifying.

She was so lovely.

With crystal-white skin, wearing the pink princess dress he chose, and her beautiful, brown locks tied up high with a bow, her entire being looked soft and delectable.

Especially when she looked at him with cold and calm eyes.

This contrast in appearance and temperament1 made him almost unable to control himself.

He was too enamored of her taste, leaving him undecided on where to bite.

Her body remained stiff, her heart rate speeding up.

He could feel her artery’s furious pulsations.

She was afraid…

Arthur’s heart softened. He had indeed gone too far when he confined her in the dungeon.

That was why she began to fear his demands.

Arthur’s hands rested lightly on her fragile shoulders.

He helplessly kissed her neck, reluctant to release her.

After all, she wasn’t food anymore.

She was the girl he likes.

He was unwilling to bite her again.

Although the loss of blood wouldn’t harm a human’s foundations, he was unable to bring himself to swallow.

This was the first time he treated a girl this way, careful and loving.

He clearly craved her sweet blood, craved it to the point of insanity.

But he began to feel reluctant.

For Blood Kin nobility, who were accustomed to doing whatever they pleased, it was an inconceivable feeling.

1: 反差萌: contrast meng? Like gap moe, where the cuteness comes from one’s appearance being completely at odds with one’s behavior or personality.↩