bookrebus Chapter 185 The Poor Vampire is the Real Boss 8
Chapter 185 The Poor Vampire is the Real Boss 8
Brewster was taken aback, as if he hadn't expected her to say that. He then lowered his head, his silver hair obscuring his expression, which remained ambiguous.
When Ni Qing spoke again, he timidly looked up, his gaze somewhat evasive, and said, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate? Wouldn't it be a bit cramped for two people to share a bed?" How could he say such a thing to a woman?
Even though he is young now.
Ni Qing smiled slightly and calmly said, "No, Your Highness. I'll give you the bed; I'll sleep on the sofa."
Brewster: "..."
In the end, the weakened male protagonist was taken back to the bedroom by her.
The light rain was still falling, and the annoying sunlight was completely blocked by dark clouds.
Ni Qing looked out the window, her gaze lacking its usual calmness and appearing unusually cold.
Brewster observed silently.
After a long pause, she turned around and said, "Your Highness, please rest. Aren't you feeling unwell?"
Brewster pursed his lips, quietly took off his shoes, climbed into bed, closed his eyelashes, and soon his breathing became even, as if he had fallen asleep.
The drizzle grew heavier, and Ni Qing finally looked away.
The sofa was on the other side of the bed, requiring her to walk around it. She made herself a cup of hot tea before slowly making her way to the side of the bed.
In that instant, my wrist was suddenly gripped by a cold hand, and then the world spun around me. When I came to my senses, I was already firmly pressed down on the bed.
“Your Highness?” Ni Qing’s face stiffened, but her tone remained as gentle and tender as possible. “What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” “Let go of me!”
Brewster kept his head down, his bloodshot eyes lifeless and even somewhat dazed, making the girl wonder if he was still half asleep.
Is this some kind of new type of conditioned reflex of alertness?
He held her wrists lightly but firmly, pressing them against her hair on either side. The freshly poured hot tea was instantly shattered, soaking the carpet and sending wisps of steam rising.
“Your Highness?” she asked tentatively.
Brewster finally reacted. He slowly lowered his head, his blood-red eyes meeting hers without blinking. Their noses drew closer and closer, causing Ni Qing to hold her breath.
She glanced sideways, trying to avoid the uncomfortable social distance.
The next second, her chin was pinched by her long, slender, pale fingers, which turned her around with a scrutinizing look, and her indifferent expression was tinged with confusion.
Ni Qing then realized that this Brewster seemed a bit too big.
Don't misunderstand, it means "big" literally.
The person who had just reached her waist was now suddenly more than a head taller than her, with waist-length silver hair and a delicate, handsome face that looked somewhat familiar—
"Holy crap, he looks just like a judge!" 103 expressed her thoughts without reservation.
The boy was dressed in black, with silver hair hanging down to his waist. His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were slightly narrowed, conveying an almost indifferent air. His high, straight nose had a refined line, and his lips were slightly parted.
He continued to stare at her without blinking, the only difference being his eyes. The judge had silver-gray eyes, while his were blood-red.
Even so, her hair stood on end instantly, and her vigilance increased several times over.
"It can't be that weird, right? Luckily, 103 is very efficient. He finished checking immediately and came back saying, 'It wasn't the Judge! He scared me to death. He's so busy, how could he possibly be in this small dimension?'"
Even so, the two are so alike, don't adults really not have twin brothers?
Ni Qing breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace, her stiff body slowly relaxing, and she just revealed a faint smile, preparing to ease the awkward situation.
Suddenly, the boy bent down, revealing sharp teeth on both sides, and bit into the other's slender neck without hesitation.
The girl let out a muffled groan, the words she was about to say stuck in her throat. She could feel her blood being sucked away little by little.
The feeling was different from the first time I was bitten; before, it was incredibly painful, but this time… it was surprisingly somewhat comfortable?
Before long, her face flushed. The boy's lips were cold, like ice cubes, lingering tenderly on her neck. The bite wound was numb, but there was also a different, indescribable feeling.
Just as she was about to lose consciousness, the other person finally raised their head. Their once pale lips were now stained with blood, making them look eerie and alluring.
He looked down at his superior, casually licking his lips to clean the blood, his scarlet tongue tip exuding an ambiguous and erotic aura.
Ni Qing: "..." She really wasn't used to having the judge's face.
Brewster slowly rose, giving her a cryptic glance: "I apologize, that action was not under my control, but it seems you are now my blood servant."
The grown-up male protagonist finally seems to have the ruthless and cold-blooded feel of the original story. His previous timidity has disappeared, and he has become aloof and confident.
Ni Qing laboriously lifted her eyelids. What blood servant?
A slight smile played on his lips: "I grow a little slower than the average vampire, and I'm currently in a weakened state due to some kind of shock..."
And then it just grew up in the same spot?
Ni Qing was filled with existential doubt, but she was still unwilling to accept that the child she had raised for so long was gone. With a sorrowful expression, she asked, "What happened to you...?"
Brewster tilted his head and remained silent.
He could feel the subtle connection between them, the blood servant relationship they had formed.
To put it bluntly, blood servants have an almost addictive attraction to their masters, especially the first blood servant in a person's life. Many nobles with weak sense of self will develop affection and dependence on them.
Blood servants are responsible for being sucked blood and taking care of their masters' daily lives. Being bitten does not cause pain; on the contrary, it brings pleasure and makes them eager for the next bite.
He glanced at Ni Qing, who was not fully conscious, slowly released his grip on her wrists, got up and got out of bed. His image was reflected in the cold window.
He was so handsome, almost a combination of all the good qualities of his cold-hearted prince father and his human mother.
He glanced at it slowly before casually looking away.
While others may genuinely experience periods of weakness, his period of weakness is remarkably strong.
The drizzle had stopped sometime earlier. Brewster went straight to the bedside. The girl had fallen into a coma, her face was beautiful, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips were exceptionally bright.
Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back like seaweed, and the bite wound on her fair neck had almost healed, leaving only an ambiguous red mark, as if she had experienced a ridiculous affair.
The boy lowered his eyelids, reached out and straightened the blanket, carefully covering her with it.
As for what Bushu and Avi said about falling in love with the first blood servant, that was nothing but nonsense to him. He was just an ordinary blood servant, good for nothing except for being good-looking.