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Chapter 1187 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (65)

This enmity was enough. Otherwise, if she used a flimsy excuse to hate vampires to desperately fight against Arthur, she really wouldn’t have any solid ground to stand on.

And she would be unable to stir Arthur’s emotions.

Bai Weiwei looked at the information that finished with its modifications. She endured the heartache and said, “Don’t tell me how much life value I have. I’ll count it all together when we go back ba.”

In any case, she was already used to it—the life points she got as a reward for the planes was never enough to cover her expenses.

Suddenly, there came the faint sound of footsteps.

System: “The male lead came.”

Bai Weiwei immediately shut her eyes and let the sounds of her breathing deepen.

Then, her body trembled, as though she were caught in a nightmare.

Unable to break free.

The ice-cold, heavy iron-wrought door swung open.

The strong and slender figure flashed over to Bai Weiwei’s side.

She lay curled up in the black coat, her exposed skin practically a light in the dark.

The stone bed wasn’t the least bit comfortable.

But she was still able to lie down and sleep.

Was she too tired ba?

For humans, it was extremely dreadful to withstand the demands of Blood Kin.

His hand suddenly rested softly on her forehead.

It held a touch of gentleness.

Bai Weiwei shivered, immediately opening her eyes. In the faint light of the lamp, she saw the man next to her and his terrifying blood-red pupils.

Her face blanched, fear crawling to her eyes.

“Don’t come over, vampire!”

‘Vampire’ was the most derogatory term for Blood Kin.

She screamed in fright as she shrank back, the chains on her feet rattling loudly.

At her appearance, the last three parts of tenderness on Arthur’s face vanished.

He gripped her ankle tightly and dragged her back.

He didn’t care whether or not the stone bed would hurt her.

Anger bubbled in his dark, blood-red pupils.

His fingers fiercely pinched her chin. He wanted to give in to his ceaselessly burning instincts, to lower his head and kiss her.

He wanted her.

Just one day. Just one day of locking her up.

But he couldn’t suppress the nature of the Blood Kin and came to seek her out.

The nature of Blood Kin was, if they developed desire for their prey, then when they weren’t satisfied, their desire would not stop.

He had never reached full satisfaction within her body.

The more pleasant it was, the more he was not satisfied.

Just as he lowered his head, he heard Bai Weiwei’s pitiful sobs.

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me.”

Kill her…

His fingers twitched. If he could kill her.

There’d be no need to lock her up.

Suddenly tiring of her resistant tone, Arthur suddenly tore off his hair ribbon and wedged it between her lips, completely sealing her words.

Much better.

He only liked her body. As for other things–

He didn’t care.

In the blanket of darkness, a faint light swayed.

The girl’s powerless resistance and sobbing cries were engulfed in the boundless night.

When this sin seemed to have no end in sight–

“Do you really hate me that much?”–Arthur’s furious and distorted voice flowed into her ears.

“The water in that old bathroom is so cold, but you can actually endure it, just to wash off the traces I left on you.”

Bai Weiwei gave a weak groan, unable to squeeze out a word.

The golden hair ribbon completely sealed her mouth.

Arthur didn’t care about getting her reply. His fingers tightly wound through the hair. If she moved by so much as an inch, she would be pulled back by her hair and automatically returned to his arms.

As though voluntarily delivering herself into his arms.

His breaths were cold, but his body began to heat up.

“You can continue to wash them off, but bit by bit, I’ll brand those traces back onto your body.”

Chapter 1187 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (65)

This enmity was enough. Otherwise, if she used a flimsy excuse to hate vampires to desperately fight against Arthur, she really wouldn’t have any solid ground to stand on.

And she would be unable to stir Arthur’s emotions.

Bai Weiwei looked at the information that finished with its modifications. She endured the heartache and said, “Don’t tell me how much life value I have. I’ll count it all together when we go back ba.”

In any case, she was already used to it—the life points she got as a reward for the planes was never enough to cover her expenses.

Suddenly, there came the faint sound of footsteps.

System: “The male lead came.”

Bai Weiwei immediately shut her eyes and let the sounds of her breathing deepen.

Then, her body trembled, as though she were caught in a nightmare.

Unable to break free.

The ice-cold, heavy iron-wrought door swung open.

The strong and slender figure flashed over to Bai Weiwei’s side.

She lay curled up in the black coat, her exposed skin practically a light in the dark.

The stone bed wasn’t the least bit comfortable.

But she was still able to lie down and sleep.

Was she too tired ba?

For humans, it was extremely dreadful to withstand the demands of Blood Kin.

His hand suddenly rested softly on her forehead.

It held a touch of gentleness.

Bai Weiwei shivered, immediately opening her eyes. In the faint light of the lamp, she saw the man next to her and his terrifying blood-red pupils.

Her face blanched, fear crawling to her eyes.

“Don’t come over, vampire!”

‘Vampire’ was the most derogatory term for Blood Kin.

She screamed in fright as she shrank back, the chains on her feet rattling loudly.

At her appearance, the last three parts of tenderness on Arthur’s face vanished.

He gripped her ankle tightly and dragged her back.

He didn’t care whether or not the stone bed would hurt her.

Anger bubbled in his dark, blood-red pupils.

His fingers fiercely pinched her chin. He wanted to give in to his ceaselessly burning instincts, to lower his head and kiss her.

He wanted her.

Just one day. Just one day of locking her up.

But he couldn’t suppress the nature of the Blood Kin and came to seek her out.

The nature of Blood Kin was, if they developed desire for their prey, then when they weren’t satisfied, their desire would not stop.

He had never reached full satisfaction within her body.

The more pleasant it was, the more he was not satisfied.

Just as he lowered his head, he heard Bai Weiwei’s pitiful sobs.

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me.”

Kill her…

His fingers twitched. If he could kill her.

There’d be no need to lock her up.

Suddenly tiring of her resistant tone, Arthur suddenly tore off his hair ribbon and wedged it between her lips, completely sealing her words.

Much better.

He only liked her body. As for other things–

He didn’t care.

In the blanket of darkness, a faint light swayed.

The girl’s powerless resistance and sobbing cries were engulfed in the boundless night.

When this sin seemed to have no end in sight–

“Do you really hate me that much?”–Arthur’s furious and distorted voice flowed into her ears.

“The water in that old bathroom is so cold, but you can actually endure it, just to wash off the traces I left on you.”

Bai Weiwei gave a weak groan, unable to squeeze out a word.

The golden hair ribbon completely sealed her mouth.

Arthur didn’t care about getting her reply. His fingers tightly wound through the hair. If she moved by so much as an inch, she would be pulled back by her hair and automatically returned to his arms.

As though voluntarily delivering herself into his arms.

His breaths were cold, but his body began to heat up.

“You can continue to wash them off, but bit by bit, I’ll brand those traces back onto your body.”