Chapter 15
If Hughes hadn't covered Xia Qian's eyes at that moment, she would have looked at him in disbelief with those same eyes.
Unlike the low temperature of Hughes's palms, his tongue was warm to the touch.
Xia Qian shrank her shoulders, feeling a burning mark on her neck. His tongue gently licked her skin. Xia Qian didn't know how to react. Her whole body stiffened, her heart seemed to race, and her fingers gripped the black robe tightly. "Hughes—"
However, she couldn't see anything.
Everything was dark.
Hughes covered her eyes with his hand, so Xia Qian couldn't see anything.
The only thing he could sense was the tip of his tongue.
He licked her neck, his voice suddenly becoming hoarse, "It will hurt a little."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Qian subconsciously shrank back. "Didn't I want to drink blood?"
Why did you suddenly—" lick her neck?
“It’s up to you to choose,” Hughes said.
Xia Qian's eyes were blank.
Even with his hand covering her eyes, Hughes could imagine Xia Qian's bewildered expression.
He loosened his grip on Xia Qian, like a hunter giving his prey a safe distance, and slowly guided her, "Do you want to drink blood, or be marked?"
What is a tag?
This wasn't mentioned in the book!
However, Xia Qian's eyes were covered by Hughes, and she couldn't see anything. She reached out her little hand and tried to pry open Hughes's palm, trying to observe his expression, but Hughes's hand, neither too light nor too heavy, just stayed there, making it impossible for Xia Qian to break free.
"Hughes—" Xia Qian couldn't help but protest softly, "With you like this, I can't see anything."
But Hughes acted as if he hadn't heard.
He didn't respond to her words. Instead, he gently brought the pad of his finger to her lips. The touch was icy cold. He asked in a low voice, "Want to drink blood?"
"don't want."
Xia Qian quickly shook her head and turned her head away, fearing that Hughes would force her to drink his blood.
Because of her fear of blood, she doesn't even drink duck blood, a delicacy, in the real world, let alone human blood.
"That's the mark."
"What is that?" Xia Qian's mind was completely blank.
She felt something was off, but she searched through all her memories and the entire plot of the book, but she couldn't find any markings for it.
It seemed to appear out of thin air, and Xia Qian felt completely unfamiliar with it. But to Hughes of this world, it seemed to have existed for a very long time.
"Can't we... not have either of them?"
"But you don't have any special abilities."
She only has spiritual power for now.
To snakes, insects, and rodents in the wild, she was just a harmless piece of fat, exuding a delicious aroma.
For example, the snakes behind the car were attracted by this. If it were Hughes, would they dare to follow?
I just don't dare.
That is to say, she has no offensive capabilities.
So I thought I'd follow behind her and take a bite when she wasn't looking.
The thought of that scene made Xia Qian feel suffocated.
She timidly clung to his clothes, as if by doing so, she could absorb his powerful aura.
However, this did not help.
"Xiaxia, which one do you want?"
His gaze was fixed on her small face. Before she could respond, Hughes gently put his arm around Xia Qian's neck. "If you don't want to see blood, then mark me."
But she didn't want any of them.
She tried to dodge, but Hughes held her tightly, his teeth biting her neck from behind. Xia Qian's fingers curled and gripped his black robe. At the same time, the shadow guards were outside the door, urging them on, this time gently knocking on the carriage door, "Your Highness?"
People outside the vehicle cannot see what is happening inside.
However, Xia Qian was sitting inside the car and could clearly see the shadow guard's face through the window. Her eyes were covered by Hughes's hand, but the thought of their current posture made Xia Qian's ears burn with shame. "Hughes—"
At the same time, Hughes began to grit his teeth.
The teeth gently pierced Xia Qian's skin, causing her to whimper in pain. She instinctively tried to struggle, but Hughes licked her, saying, "Be good, it'll be over soon."
But Xia Qian still couldn't help struggling.
"pain……"
"It'll be ready soon."
He held Xia Qian's hand gently, and even began to gently lick her with his tongue. His spiritual power entered Xia Qian's blood little by little, carrying the unique oppressive feeling of Hughes, drawing his own domain within her body.
The pain in my neck was gradually broken down, filled little by little by Hughes's spiritual energy, until it was completely healed.
She instinctively reached out to touch her neck, but before she could do so, Hughes cupped her face in his hands again.
"Okay, okay?" Xia Qian asked softly, clutching his clothes.
Her eyes were wet, and she asked in a soft, timid voice, just like a timid little kitten, her voice sweet and cautious.
When she looked at him, her eyes held what she thought was a well-hidden wariness, yet she seemed completely unguarded. She was so close to him, her whole face right in front of him, her little hands nervously clutching his robes.
Even from Hughes's angle, you can clearly see her eyelashes and her lips.
"Your Highness—" the shadow guard outside the door called out again. As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow guard standing outside the carriage door couldn't help but urge, "Your Highness."
Hughes frowned.
His cold eyes and even his peripheral vision were fixed on the car door. His gaze was like a powerful spiritual force, piercing through the car door and striking the shadow guard like two cold arrows. Before the shadow guard could react, Hughes's eyes and brows swept past him and landed on the car door. With a "beep," the car door opened automatically.
The shadow guard who had been waiting nearby stepped forward respectfully the moment the carriage door opened, saying, "Your Highness, the people from the Elder Council have arrived."
"knew."
Hughes' expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care at all, and he didn't even give it a glance.
He slowly got out of the car, but instead of taking a step, he turned around and looked at the person inside the car.
The shadow guard followed Hughes's gaze and saw that there was only one person in the carriage, the legendary little slave whom His Highness the Crown Prince had recently taken in. The little slave's face was flushed, and it was unclear what he had been through; even his ears were red.
She stood there, looking timid, and for some reason, she seemed like a mischievous little kitten who had climbed up a tree and had no idea how she got down.
Xia Qian swallowed hard, looked at the ground, and automatically retracted her outstretched foot.
Going up is easy, but going down is really hard.
Why are the heights of suspended vehicles so inhumane?
There isn't even a staircase...
This is to make her jump, isn't it?
“Xiaxia,”
Hughes' voice rang in her ears, and his hand was extended towards her. Xia Qian didn't know whether she should reach out and hold it. She really wanted to be with Hughes; she wasn't a cat.
She's not a three-year-old child, so you can't always tell her to be good.
However, she was also genuinely timid.
She didn't dare to jump off the car alone.
Xia Qian shrank back in fear.
Hughes's eyes twitched slightly as he stared at the hovercar. Just then, as if the hovercar had suddenly grown legs, a transparent step appeared out of thin air.
Xia Qian was completely stunned.
She stretched out her little foot in disbelief and tentatively stepped on it, only to find that the step was surprisingly sturdy.
At the same time, a large hand was suddenly extended in front of her. Xia Qian raised her eyes and met those familiar cold eyes.
Before the other person could speak, Xia Qian unusually opened her mouth, her voice still soft, "I, I'm coming down now..."
She took Hughes's hand and slowly stepped onto the stairs.
All the guards were watching this scene.
God knows how complicated their feelings were.
The usually aloof Crown Prince has actually taken a little slave into his harem, and he's even been quite fond of that slave—
Before the guards could finish their internal monologue, a gray figure emerged from the shadows. "Hughes,"
"Why is it taking so long?"
The man was also wearing a cloak, his entire face hidden beneath it. He slowly walked out of the darkness, the bright moonlight gradually illuminating his face.
Xia Qian raised her face, her gaze falling on the gray figure.
The person stood there, exactly as described in the book.
As Xia Qian looked at it, she inexplicably recalled the descriptions in the book.
He was like a black hole, forever a shade of gray. Moonlight shining on him was like light entering a black hole, never illuminating him.
Just then, that person's gaze suddenly met Xia Qian's.
Before she could react, Xia Qian heard the person laugh. It wasn't a malicious laugh, but Xia Qian couldn't quite figure out what it meant.
In the book, when this person meets Hughes, he doesn't smile!
The man's gaze lingered on her, then shifted to Hughes, "Marked?"
"Um."
Are they talking about her?
Xia Qian subconsciously wanted to touch her neck, but Hughes looked over and said, "Xia Xia."
At the same time, footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by a chorus of voices calling out, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."
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