A moment later, the words on the letter disappeared without a trace. Willy let out a soft hum, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled into a barely perceptible smile.
He waved his hand to summon the little bat down, but handed the letter back to it.
The white pom-pom tilted its head, but didn't take the letter. A hint of confusion flashed in its large, round eyes, as if it were saying—
Aren't you going to write back?
Willy was somewhat surprised by its intelligence. He flicked his finger and scratched the fluffy head, making the little bat squint its eyes in comfort. He rested his cheek on his other hand and pondered.
Unlike Zephyr, he doesn't know how to write sweet words.
If you want to reply...
He looked at the wound on his fingertip, which had already healed due to his vampire constitution, and suddenly had an idea.
A kiss, still tinged with the smell of blood, was imprinted on the letter.
Then Willie sealed the letter and handed it to the dazed little bat, smiling.
"Hurry up!"
Otherwise, he wouldn't know if the lip print would disappear.
Upon hearing its words, the white bat immediately came to its senses, as if realizing its mission. It grabbed the letter and quickly flew out of the room, disappearing in a flash.
Shortly after it left, there was a knock on the door.
A man who is too clingy is not popular.
Willy closed the book in his hand, went over and opened the door, but the person outside was not the one he expected.
"Your Highness."
The respectful human servant bowed, holding a set of neatly folded clothes in the crook of his arm, and on top of it, an exquisite mask.
Vili's gaze involuntarily turned over.
"What's this?"
"As the wedding was about to begin, apart from a few princes who were on good terms with His Highness Lysen who arrived early, the rest of the guests also gradually arrived at the castle."
"It is rare for the nobles within the vampire clan to gather together like this; it is a truly magnificent sight... Therefore, Her Highness Princess Sidney has decided to hold a veiled ball, modeled after human social customs."
"She hopes to take this opportunity to help more couples get married."
Vili gradually understood his meaning and blinked.
"But what does this have to do with me?"
He is now a "married man".
“His Highness Lysen will also be attending this ball,” Si Yuan emphasized. “Your Highness, this is a rare opportunity, and I have already prepared a dress and mask for you.”
His voice trembled slightly, but more than that, it was filled with anticipation and respect.
If the real "Si Yuan" heard himself say such things, he would probably be furious.
Vili suddenly became lost in thought.
This is Scarlett's dream. Apart from Willie and him, everyone else is a microcosm of the other's memories, so they are all slightly different from reality.
For example, Si Yuan has become noticeably more prone to crying. This is probably because he and Scarlett only met once in the restaurant, and the former happened to be "pretending to cry" at that time, leaving a deep impression on the red-haired prince.
In contrast, "Lansha" is much more normal; she's a quiet but easily shy girl.
Come to think of it… he had never met Zephyr in real life. But in Scarlett's subconscious, was Zephyr someone who wouldn't mind being a mistress to his friend, and even someone who was good at writing love letters… a love-obsessed person?
"..."
Are they really friends?
"...Your Highness, what is your opinion?"
When Vili didn't reply for a long time, Si Yuan couldn't help but ask.
Coming to his senses, he nodded subconsciously.
"It wouldn't hurt to go and take a look..."
He took the clothes from Si Yuan's hands and then closed the door.
Meanwhile, in the ballroom...
Sydney's mask only covered the upper half of her face, with a silver outline extending from her forehead to her cheekbones. Her charming smile drew most of the attention in the room.
However, she refused all invitations and wandered alone through the crowd, with no one able to touch the hem of her skirt, until a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.
“Triss.” Sydney stopped, unsurprisingly, covering her mouth with her feather fan. She finally couldn’t help but complain, “Why is this place full of old-fashioned things?”
"I've only been here for half an hour, and I've seen almost ten exes."
"Couldn't Leisen have done a better job of screening people when he hires them?"
“How could he possibly put any effort into the invitations? He must have sent one to every noble he knows.” Triss smoothed her hair. “Oh, except for those he has a grudge against.”
"Those who had enemies with him have all been killed, right?"
“Diaz, why do you always have to interfere in our ladies’ conversations?” Triss rolled her eyes rather inelegantly and pulled Sydney around.
She continued, "I told you before, you shouldn't look for a partner within the vampire clan. We've all lived too long."
"If it's just for fun, humans are more suitable."
"And human blood tastes far better than that of lower-level vampires...Sydney!"
Triss pinched Sydney's cold arm in annoyance, but after calling her name several times without getting a response, she couldn't help but follow Sydney's gaze.
He was a young man dressed in a black silk suit, with rubies sparkling on his ivory white lace shirt. The delicate bows hung down like ribbons. Although he was dressed so formally that even his neck was covered, one couldn't help but want to... untie them little by little.
The hem of the cape on her back reached her calves, and the deep red lining added a touch of vibrancy, making her legs under the shorts appear even more delicate and white. When she saw that the view below was obscured by black stockings, Sydney sighed regretfully.
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