Chapter 1171: The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (49)
Proofreader/editor: Minhui
Warning: insinuating joke of a suicide attempt (for comedic purposes), nonexplicit noncon
Gentleness was truly difficult to feign.
He was always irritable, not at all gentleman material.
When Bai Weiwei saw him reveal his true form, her body trembled. Fear surfaced in her eyes.
“I gave you blood, don’t do this to me.”
Arthur tossed aside his clothes, revealing a pale and strong body, with smooth and beautiful muscles that hide an explosive power.
He patiently soothed, “This is such a joyful thing. Just obediently lie down. Why resist? Truly, a silly child.”
The Blood Kin aristocratic circle had always been particularly licentious.
They were extremely familiar with it.
Regarding such matters, all Blood Kin felt particularly indifferent.
So Arthur was unable to comprehend her resistance.
Such a joyful thing, why did she want to resist?
The toxin he injected in her was the greatest aphrodisiac in the world.
So long as she didn’t resist, she could obtain the most incredible pleasure.
Bai Weiwei immediately hit up the system. “This chuuni’s about to go crazy and wants to rape, hurry up and use the patch.”
The system promptly pulled out the patch and quickly activated it.
En, definitely made it in time.
The next second, a deluge of harmonious bullet screens suddenly appeared in front of it.
And the patch it had already used refreshed and returned to its hand.
Why was the patch not used successfully?
Did the patches have an expiration date?
The system promptly flipped open the patch manual, and its face immediately changed.
F*ck, the patches actually had use restrictions.
If the host already had relations with the capture target, the patch would automatically fail.
In other words, in this plane, Bai Weiwei couldn’t use substitution patches to shed her physical body.
She could only take on the bullets and gun herself.
The system fell silent for a moment. Shivering, it pulled out a rope from the corner and tied a knot.
It silently hung it up.
Host, seek one’s own fortune 1.
Your family’s system has already died, no need to burn paper.
Bai Weiwei blankly looked at the man above her body.
Where was that substitution patch?
Why was she still here?
Suddenly, she jerked violently in a purely physical reaction.
This fierce sensation made her clear-headed reasoning falter.
The man above her held her waist, his handsome face losing all its composure. Blood-colored eyes held twisted satisfaction, and blood fangs slid out past his lips.
Sharp gasps made his chest rise and fall.
Compared to her, a human who had been forcibly injected with toxins, this man looked more like he was tormented by aphrodisiacs.
His heavy breaths coldly swept over her face.
His skin began to heat up, and ice-cold, strong arms tightly bound her.
Bai Weiwei leaned against his shoulder, feeling his fangs begin to break into her skin.
The tiny wounds were like kisses left behind by a wild beast.
This kind of tender pain could simply drive a person mad.
Her voice was choked with a sob. “Don’t want…”
Arthur felt the warmth and sweetness of her body. For the first time, he felt that it was also fine to not drink blood.
As long as he could occupy her, the empty thirst of his body could be instantly pacified.
Arthur demanded, “Call for me.”
Bai Weiwei cried out in a daze, “My Lord.”
“Again.”
He held her wrist that tried to free itself and clasped it, preventing any struggle.
So cute and pitiful. Where could she escape to?
Standing before a Blood Kin, how could she hope to escape from his possession?
Her lips trembling, she sobbed unconsciously, “Arthur, let go of me.”
The voice was thin and fragile, but it made Arthur’s actions halt. His name fell from her lips.
This kind of feeling was truly a foul.
He dipped his head and captured her lips. This kiss was wild and intense, as though he wanted to swallow her up.
Calling his name was much more pleasant to hear than calling him Lord.
1: 自求多福: helping oneself will bring more blessings than asking others for help.↩