Chapter 1167 - The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (45)
Chapter 1167 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (45)
His hand had already ruthlessly fractured the little idiot’s arm.
The little idiot’s miserable scream echoed throughout the cell.
And Bai Weiwei staggered backwards. Seeing that she was about to fall–
A hand lightly held her waist and picked her up.
Bai Weiwei grimaced in pain, clutching her neck. She looked up at him in surprise.
In the dark cell, the man’s features were icy and refined. His silver hair was like moonlight, flowing with the radiance of stars.
His thin lips moved lightly, his tone cold and arrogant. “Knowing to beg me to save you. Have you finally figured out that only I can protect you?”
Bai Weiwei didn’t speak, her entire body trembling. The panic of having escaped death remained in her eyes.
Arthur saw her frightened appearance.
He suddenly pressed her head to his cold chest.
He comforted viciously, “With me here, you won’t die.”
Then he turned and walked out of the dungeon.
Bai Weiwei no longer made a sound and just silently leaned against him, but the tremors of her body didn’t stop.
Arthur knew that with this lesson, she wouldn’t dare to have any more unreasonable ideas.
He carried her back to her room and ordered, “Bring slumber wine. Fruity and warm.”
Slumber wine was a drink that made humans fall asleep.
It was the most expensive beverage.
Only noblewomen had the qualifications to enjoy it.
Everything he prepared for her was arranged based on human noblewomen.
Arthur placed her on her bed. Bai Weiwei sat there blankly.
The bruises on her neck were extremely noticeable.
Arthur observed her with a deep gaze. “Your brother…”
He hadn’t yet finished his sentence when the lifeless Bai Weiwei suddenly lifted her head.
Her body trembled, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Tears seemed to be ready to flow out.
Unspeakably pitiful and hateful.
Arthur hated people causing their own suffering [1] the most.
But he didn’t know why, when he saw her looking like this, he didn’t even feel the slightest bit of boredom.
Instead, he bit his wrist with some anger, causing the blood of a Blood Kin prince to flow out.
Then he held it up to her lips.
“Drink it.”
He coldly instructed.
Bai Weiwei looked at his blood and froze, her thoughts unknown.
Her pale face suddenly turned red.
Arthur noticed her reaction and belatedly remembered.
The last time he had fed her blood was during that intense and thrilling entanglement.
At that time, he had been entangled with her for too long. Worried that she would drop dead, he fiercely pressed his blood to her lips as he rocked his hips.
Forcing her to drink.
He truly was sinister and vicious.
And he was merciless to her.
But it was indeed a feast that allowed him to know her taste.
Arthur’s gaze grew dangerous. “Drink it, it’s good for your wounds. My blood is quite precious. If any of it is wasted, I’ll take back ten times the amount from you.”
It was like a threat, and also like he was looking forward to it.
Bai Weiwei didn’t hesitate for long. She lowered her head and stuck out her tongue, lightly licking his wrist.
A mouthful of blood instantly caused most of the bruises on her neck to fade.
His blood could heal many human injuries.
Only blood loss had no treatment.
After drinking, Bai Weiwei felt much better. The blush on her face didn’t fade as she sat quietly on the bed.
The maid came over, bringing slumber wine.
Arthur personally received the cup. His gaze grew gentle. “Okay, don’t be scared, drinking something to help you sleep.”
Bai Weiwei eyed him silently with a somewhat complicated look.
Then she didn’t resist and obediently reached to take the cup in his grasp.
Just as her hand reached out, Arthur lifted his head, pouring the wine into his mouth.
Then he stretched out his long arm, clasped her by the back of her head, and pulled the unsuspecting her into his embrace.
Then he lowered his head, sealed her lips, and passed the drink over.
[1] 自作自受: to reap what one has sown