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nThe Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (72)

nHis princely pride did not allow him to develop the slightest softheartedness or compassion for a human who defied him.

nThat would make him spineless.

nHe hated himself for being manipulated by inexplicable feelings, allowing his cold and stony heart that no one could shake to become captive to these baffling emotions.

nAnd so… he wanted to abandon Bai Weiwei.

nFor humans who were taken away on suspicion of espionage, their final end was only death. There were no exceptions.

nOutside the stone balcony, in the coldly glimmering moonlight, the Blood Kin sent by the council of elders wore black hooded robes.

nA petite figure, wearing a dress Elizabeth prepared and a long cloak, emerged from the castle.

nShe walked with tottering footsteps, her long, curly hair swaying with her movements.

nThe moonlight cast on her face had a sort of sparkling and limpid beauty.

nShe seemed to feel their gazes and looked up. Her beautiful brown eyes were much lighter under the moonlight, resembling amber honey.

nHer gaze was extremely calm, lacking fear and horror and free of regret or begging.

nShe even took the initiative to approach those death gods and hold out her slender, weak wrists, allowing them to bind her.

nArthur suddenly stood to his feet and walked to the balcony edge. His frightful gaze was fixed on her.

nShe finally perceived that person’s gaze on her figure.

nBai Weiwei raised her head further and spotted him standing on the balcony. The Blood Kin with long silver hair was staring down at her, as high up as a god looking down at ants.

nThere was a wave of emotions in her eyes—fragile longing, agonized struggle, and a trace of imperceptible… love.

nIt was just an instant of emotion.

nIn the blink of an eye, she suppressed it, and she lowered her head in some discomfort. It was unknown what she was thinking as she smiled in relief1.

nThat smile was extremely relaxed.

nAs though for her, going to her death was a release.

nThen she stopped looking back and followed those Blood Kin to leave.

nThe Blood Kins’ car left the castle grounds, slowly disappearing before Arthur’s eyes.

nArthur stood there stiffly for a long time before finally discovering that his fingers had crushed the balcony’s stone railing into powder.

nHe suddenly whirled around and continued to drink, his heart unable to calm down.

nBut for some reason, his mind replayed her relieved smile.

nDidn’t she know she was going to die?

nHow could she still bring out a smile?

nAs though she was happy leaving him, even if she died.

nBut what did her last look mean?

nArthur held the wine glass, head lowered. His fingers did not stop shaking.

nEven by dawn’s arrival, he was still unable to think of a reason.

nAnd because he had overindulged in wine, he finally felt drunk. He didn’t resist the magic wine’s corrosion, letting this drunkenness drag him down.

nIn his daze, sunlight crawled in.

nA white figure fell into his arms like a butterfly.

nHe looked up in surprise and saw Bai Weiwei watching him with a smile. “Arthur, do you like me?”

nArthur blankly stared. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to touch her face.

nWhat an obedient face, so fair and lovely.

nThis was his little pet.

nHe couldn’t help but nod his head. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll like you.”

nBai Weiwei suddenly swooped down. She kissed his thin lips, lingering and warm.

nThis kiss made him feel like he was drowning in joy.

nShe leaned into his neck, murmuring softly, “Am I a good girl?”

nArthur reached up and stroked her hair, smiling softly. “Very good.”

nBai Weiwei: “Then do you like me?”

nArthur: “Like.”

nHe liked her enough to become fragile, to become faint-hearted, to become disgusted with his hesitant and indecisive self.

n【Ding! The male lead’s favorability: 60.】

n1: 如釋重負: as if relieved from a burden.↩

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