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nChapter 1205

nTranslator: Cheese

nProofreader

/editor: Mew

nThe Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (83)

nAfter all, there were some men who had an eye for women’s clothing.

nThen, Bai Weiwei regretted it so much she was itching to slap her mouth.

nArthur did indeed have an eye for choosing women’s clothes–that fit his goddamn hideous standards.

nBeautiful, giant bows: one around the waist, one tying up her hair.

nPink ones!

nExaggerated and flamboyant skirts that swayed in the wind, like a flower in bloom.

nPINK ones!

nDelicate shoes with ankle straps.

nAlso god. damn. PINK!!!

nThe necklace he gave her… wasn’t pink.

nIt was mother**ing bright-ass red!

nBai Weiwei: “Is this the so-called ‘good taste’ you men have?”

nThe system sincerely praised it: “So tasteful, very beautiful ah.”

nBai Weiwei: She could burn paper for the system’s aesthetic tastes, because it was dead as a doornail.

nArthur silently observed her.

nBai Weiwei thought he had finally realized that this set of hideous pink and bright red was very eye-searing.

nBut he suddenly pursed his lips, eyes glowing with infatuation.

n“Very beautiful.”

nBai Weiwei: “…”

nWhere was this beautiful? This terrible red and this outdated, cheap, Taobao clearance good-style dress, just where was it beautiful?

nShe put up a dying struggle. “I think, it’s too red.”

nBut Arthur came up behind her and gently pulled aside her high ponytail, revealing her beautiful, slender neck.

nHe pressed against her back, his eyes growing deeper and darker.

nHis fingers ghosted across the sensitive part of her waist.

nHe was all too familiar with her body.

nAs though playing a tune that flowed from his fingertips.

nHe could still remember when his fingers clasped hers, how she trembled and gasped under him.

nThe sweet and fragrant breath made him lower his head to sniff her neck.

nBai Weiwei stiffened, seeming frightened.

nBut Arthur didn’t go any further and endured.

nHe endured for a long moment before he rasped, “I’m so hungry, Weiwei.”

nAs he spoke, his lips slowly kissed the skin on her neck, warm and electrifying.

nShe was so lovely.

nWith crystal-white skin, wearing the pink princess dress he chose, and her beautiful, brown locks tied up high with a bow, her entire being looked soft and delectable.

nEspecially when she looked at him with cold and calm eyes.

nThis contrast in appearance and temperament1 made him almost unable to control himself.

nHe was too enamored of her taste, leaving him undecided on where to bite.

nHer body remained stiff, her heart rate speeding up.

nHe could feel her artery’s furious pulsations.

nShe was afraid…

nArthur’s heart softened. He had indeed gone too far when he confined her in the dungeon.

nThat was why she began to fear his demands.

nArthur’s hands rested lightly on her fragile shoulders.

nHe helplessly kissed her neck, reluctant to release her.

nAfter all, she wasn’t food anymore.

nShe was the girl he likes.

nHe was unwilling to bite her again.

nAlthough the loss of blood wouldn’t harm a human’s foundations, he was unable to bring himself to swallow.

nThis was the first time he treated a girl this way, careful and loving.

nHe clearly craved her sweet blood, craved it to the point of insanity.

nBut he began to feel reluctant.

nFor Blood Kin nobility, who were accustomed to doing whatever they pleased, it was an inconceivable feeling.

n1: 反差萌: contrast meng? Like gap moe, where the cuteness comes from one’s appearance being completely at odds with one’s behavior or personality.↩

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