Chapter 70 | 0070 I am a vampire

Wu Xian opened her eyes. She had slept a long, sensual sleep.

Her first time with Mr. H...

It seems that every time I dream, I am recalling those important moments in the past, becoming clearer and clearer, more and more complete. The more I immerse myself in them, the more blurred they become when I wake up, as if I am looking at an old photograph of myself through a layer of glass.

After watching it, I was left with only melancholy, but my emotions no longer fluctuated much.

Her memory is intact now, only vague and like looking at flowers through water, but one day she will forget it completely. There is no basis for this, it is just Wu Qian's intuition.

"Owner--"

She murmured, not knowing who she was calling out to, whether she was calling for reality or reminiscing about the past.

These words landed softly on the bed, but were caught by someone.

Good morning, Cloud.

It was Hobert. He turned on the light and was sitting by her bedside. When Wu Qian woke up, he helped her tidy her disheveled hair.

Wu Qian turned around, wrapped in the blanket, to face Hobert. It was only natural for a puppy to wake up and look for its owner.

Good morning, Master.

She was very restless in her sleep, perhaps because her dreams were too intense. When she woke up, she had taken off all her clothes and was naked. She didn't even know where her nightgown had been thrown.

From Hobart's angle, one can see her slender neck and shoulders, glistening as if glowing. The blanket covers her two pink nipples, her breasts pressed together, creating a beautiful shape.

The red quilt, with its silk surface, seemed to slowly flow like blood as the black needle turned.

Vibrant and fragrant.

She pouted for a kiss, and only after receiving a cold touch did she move contentedly onto Hobert's lap, revealing more of her fair and smooth skin.

Wu Xian was very white, even whiter than Hobart, this old relic steeped in history.

She raised her hand to look at her own flesh.

She was very thin because of pica and anorexia, and now Hobart has only managed to fatten her up a little bit.

But Wu Qian had seen real patients before. Unlike them, she was not thin and bony, exuding an aura of impending death.

She is healthy.

All organs are functioning stably.

Wu Xian shifted her waist again. She clung to her new master every day to play, yet there were no marks on her body. They would disappear after a good night's sleep, which was abnormal.

Even though everyone thought she was mentally ill, she knew it was abnormal and not the physical state that a normal human being should have.

But she did not become one of Mr. H's kind.

But her flesh remained plump and elastic; she was not thirsty for blood, was not a nocturnal animal, and could not see in the dark…

Wu Xian couldn't figure it out, so she simply put it down.

She stared at Hobart, who returned a smile.

She and her new owner held hands.

Before he came along, her health had already begun to decline, and she was losing hair and getting nosebleeds, but this stopped after she met Hobart.

More accurately, after eating the food he provided.

The food was always undercooked and bloody.

"What is my cloud thinking?" Hobart gently interrupted her thoughts.

"Is my master feeding me?" with his blood.

"yes."

Wu Xian looked at the purplish-blue, winding veins on her wrist. Her wet eyes held a mixture of innocence and madness as she asked, "Master, would you like to drink my blood?"

She saw those ruby-like buds tighten again, the last time being when she asked Hobert if he wanted to have sex.

Hobart did not give an answer immediately. He responded with silence and a deep gaze. Under the lamplight, the shadows on his face made it impossible to discern how much cruelty and coldness were contained within them.

Wu Xian didn't care; she remained resting her head on her master's lap.

Most of the time she behaves obediently towards Hobart, but at this moment she is fearless and even tries to secretly touch his abs when he is distracted.

He was wearing a morning robe, a rare moment of relaxed ease, which Wu Qian found extremely enviable.

"Why do you say that?" he asked, understanding that Wu Xian's master was having trouble here, but it was difficult enough for him to be completely in sync with the human girl.

"I'm afraid Master will lose too much blood." Wu Qian was very straightforward; she would never lie about her master's questions.

But because of this, Hobart fell silent again.

Only after she nuzzled her master with her cheek did he let out a low chuckle, which traveled through his abdomen to Wu Xian. He asked, "Aren't you afraid, Cloud?"

"Don't be afraid, it's Master. Master won't hurt me. Master can control the degree."

A completely dependent attitude is pleasant.

A relationship can only continue to develop if both people are mutually satisfied, and Hobart also needs to get feedback from Ussling.

“I want Cloud,” he confessed.

Before Wu Xian could even expose his neck, Hobart continued, "But it's not the right time yet."

It's time, and it's time again.

Wu Qian sighed dramatically and changed the subject.

"Why is Master here during the day?" In those novels, vampires turn to ashes when they go out during the day.

"There is no difference between day and night. Literature adds too much imagination and creation. Even silver and garlic are no good."

Wu Xian knew these things. Mr. H had told her that the only weakness was the heart. He opened up to her, showing her his chest and letting her hold it and feel the faint beating.

"Hmm...Is the master that one?" Wu Xian suddenly thought of Mr. H and their separation, and she regretted asking this question.

Hopper covered her hands that were covering her ears and told her, "I am a vampire, or in human terms, a vampire."

"No, don't say it."

For no apparent reason, large tears streamed down Wu Qian's face; she was filled with regret.

Hobert bent down and kissed her, telling Wu Qian, "Don't be afraid, my dear child. I am different from him. I will not leave or disappear. We will not be separated."

Unlike Harold, he wouldn't be soft-hearted enough to allow her to abandon him or run away.

“Treasure, my cloud.”

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The two brothers fed the little black cat until it was plump and white (this is not true), and then ate it all up.

Hobart's Confession