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The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (34)

Arthur stuffed her into the black coffin.

The coffin was a place of repose for Blood Kin, so it had its own magic power.

For humans, this kind of magic power could heal the body and nourish the soul.

Bai Weiwei didn’t wear any clothes. She could only clutch his coat tightly, shrinking into the coffin.

Against the velvet red cushions, the girl’s skin was distinctly white, unable to hide her two exposed feet.

The beautiful, exquisite toes curled slightly.

Was she still crying?

Arthur’s thoughts stirred, and he couldn’t help but lower his head. Silver hair fell on her body, several strands resting on the skin below her neck.

Wishing to see her, uncontrollably trembling.

But she was unwilling to even look at him.

Instead, she turned her head, burying herself into his black clothes.

He stretched out his pale fingers and softly hooked into her hair, wrapping around the strands.

“What’s there to cry about? I will capture your brother and sell him to the most inferior Blood Kin. Wouldn’t it be good to go back after taking revenge?”

It was rare for him to worry about his prey’s mood.

After all, the prey’s mood determined the taste of its blood.

When she felt discomfort, the taste of her blood would definitely…

Arthur suddenly leaned in and sniffed. His tongue was bathed in a sweet and fragrant aroma.

Even when she was suffering, the smell of her blood was still delicious.

Arthur came to a thought and suddenly ripped open her clothes.

Bai Weiwei cried out anxiously with eyes of terror, “What are you doing?”

She wasn’t wearing clothes.

But Arthur’s expression was frozen. He clasped her arm and spotted the wound.

Blood weeped from the wound, the most beautiful color of red.

But Arthur suddenly saw it as an eyesore.

He lowered his head to lick. “Don’t waste it. You didn’t say you were bleeding. Who knows how much blood you lost.”

Bai Weiwei blankly stared.

She was defeated by this ‘marvelous’ justification.

Arthur finished licking the wound and found that there was no more fresh blood seeping out. He sighed somewhat regretfully, “You’re too thin. How can you provide me with enough food if I don’t plump you up more.”

Bai Weiwei still had a death grip on the last bit of sleeve, covering her chest.

She blushed. “I’m not your food. I haven’t signed a blood slave contract. I’m a free human.”

Arthur also remembered this. There was indeed such a rule.

A blood slave must be bound by contract. Otherwise, they were a free human.

An existence that anyone could bite into.

Bai Weiwei clearly believed that a free human was someone who could be free and unchained and even didn’t need to serve Blood Kin.

But for Blood Kin, being a free human meant that they had no backing, someone anyone could bully.

Arthur saw her gaze full of persistence and said apathetically, “A free human, what a mighty identity. Fine, if it puts you in a better mood.”

She blushed, realizing that Arthur had teased her in order to distract her.

Bai Weiwei didn’t look at him. “Leave, I need to sleep.”

Arthur’s eyes darkened. He said softly, “I see your mood really is better than before.”

As he finished speaking, he smiled and clasped her neck, lowering his head to bite. Sharp fangs pierced through her delicate skin as sweet blood filled his mouth.

Blood sucking could make him experience a trembling thrill of pleasure.

Truly, a little treasure.

Arthur squinted his eyes and thought happily.

Bai Weiwei’s body stiffened, and her face paled. She moved her lips.

“You made me happy, just to suck my blood?”

She whispered blankly.

Arthur paused his actions, then moved away as though nothing had happened. Blood flowed from the wound on her neck.

He answered lightly, “Of course. When you’re happy, your blood is extremely delicious, enough to let any Blood Kin sink into its charms.”