Swish.
The bedroom door was suddenly pulled open, and Willy leaned impatiently against the door frame, still not completely awake. Before speaking, he yawned, tears blurring his vision.
Is he dead?
Si Yuan's shout stopped abruptly, and she stood there stunned for a long time before replying.
"He's...he's not dead..."
"If you're not dead, go find a doctor, or come find me—"
Wiping the moisture from his eyelashes with his fingers, Willy opened his eyes again, only to be completely jolted awake.
"—Wait, why did you bring someone here?!"
The red-haired man was deathly pale, his eyes tightly closed as he leaned against "Si Yuan," while bright red blood seeped from his abdomen, soaking his clothes.
"I called your name before His Highness Lysen lost consciousness."
"...If he calls out the name of a dead person, are you going to just stab him again?"
Despite saying this, Willy made way for her and had "Si Yuan" help Scarlett into the room, then laid her flat in the coffin where he had just lain.
...If he died here now, he could be buried right away.
Vili thought to himself.
It was daytime, and after the frenzy of last night's ball, the vampires in the castle were all fast asleep, and all was quiet except for the sound of "Si Yuan's" busy footsteps.
He retrieved the medicine box, then exchanged bewildered glances with Vili.
The latter blinked, his eyes full of confusion.
"Why are you looking at me? I'm tending to my wound."
“Your Highness…” “Si Yuan” handed over the ointment, winking, “This is the perfect opportunity for you two to cultivate your relationship.”
"..."
Vili realized that "Si Yuan" in this dream mainly played the role of an assistant.
However, when faced with the pungent-smelling ointment, he stepped back and waved his hand in disgust.
"I don't want to."
Seeing that the servant was about to persuade him further, Vili quickly added:
“If you don’t apply the medicine soon, his wound will heal completely.”
As he said, with the vampire prince's formidable physique, the gruesome wound was now healing slowly at a visible rate, and the bleeding had stopped.
In fact, if he had really suffered a serious injury that required urgent medical treatment, the guards would not have ordered "Si Yuan" to take him away.
"Anyway, he's unconscious now. At worst, I'll take the credit for it when he wakes up, and he'll be 'deeply grateful' to me. That will be my goal."
Vili longed for the days when he could use magic at will, and he had no desire to touch the other's bloody wounds with his bare hands.
Si Yuan nodded reluctantly in agreement, but neither of them noticed that Scarlett's eyelashes suddenly trembled as they spoke.
Before His Highness the Prince fully recovered, Si Yuan finally finished bandaging him and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your Highness, I'll leave everything to you from now on. I'll take my leave now."
His sleepiness had been completely dispelled. Under the dim, soft light, Willy nodded casually, determined to chase the person away as soon as they woke up.
The bedroom door clicked shut, and he sat beside the coffin, idly observing the person in front of him with his face in his hands.
Despite their completely different temperaments, when Scarlett closes her eyes, she really looks no different from Lyson.
Oh, no, that's not right.
There are still some differences.
Vili's gaze shifted to the abdomen covered by bandages. When "Si Yuan" treated the wound, she cut open the clothes there, revealing the beautiful and firm muscle lines, which were faintly visible under the bandages and looked very nice to touch.
A painter as prone to tears and fragile as Leisen certainly wouldn't have this.
Vili thought for a moment, then couldn't help but pinch his soft, white belly, remaining silent for two seconds.
He didn't have any either.
However, if Vili wanted to touch her, Zephyr in his dreams and Dario in reality would both come to him willingly, so he didn't care.
One, point, all, no.
Then he turned his gaze to the man's face. His features were exquisite and perfect. He had to admit that even though his personality was terrible, his face alone made him arguably God's most beloved creation.
Thinking about it, Vili gently brushed aside the stray hairs on Scarlett's forehead, revealing the full face of her, and noticed a scratch on her brow bone, probably from a silver object, which had not yet healed.
The wound detracts from the overall aesthetic and is quite an eyesore.
He picked up the strips of cloth that had been torn into small pieces, dipped them in the cool ointment, and carefully applied it, his eyelids slightly lowered as he focused intently.
Just then, Scarlett opened her eyes.
The boy's flawless face was magnified, his platinum-gold hair was outlined in soft arcs by the candlelight, as if it were glowing, and the focus in his eyes touched his heartstrings.
So this is what his queen looks like.
The name that was vague in my mind has finally come into being, and the bell of destiny has rung.
Scarlett thought that if it were him, she could forgive him for everything.
Whether it was his vain words just now, or his past willful behavior, he…
However, just as he was thinking this, as he passed by Willy, he suddenly saw a black mask lying askew on the table. It looked all too familiar, as if he had just seen it not long ago...
"hiss!"
A sharp pain shot through his pupils; the boy had poked his eye with a clean strip of cloth. Scarlett gasped, clutching his eye in pain, only to hear the boy's cold words.
Don't look at me like that.
When he woke up, he didn't look like Leisen at all.
"..."
The external stimulation brought a burning pain, and physiological tears flowed down, but were blocked by Scarlett's palm.
Like a key turning, the latch opened, and he finally remembered where he had seen this mask before.
—That ball, on the dimly lit balcony.
He and... Zephyr.
Slowly lowering her hand, Scarlett looked at Willy, one eye red and moist at the corner, and tear tracks still lingering on her face, sliding down her jawline with a soft patter.
The other eye, however, remained unharmed, its brow furrowed and slightly lowered, exuding an astonishing sense of oppression and an inexplicable coldness and ferocity.
……Wow.
How amazing! It's like seeing Lyson and Scarlett appear at the same time.
Vili was not intimidated by his imposing manner at all; instead, he was unconsciously lost in thought. However, the next second...
The man's weight pressed down on him, pinning him against the wall. His slender wrists were tightly restrained, followed by a breathtaking kiss.
Completely different from Zefiri's style, it was a storm from the very beginning, with dense, biting sensations that almost chafed her delicate lips, as if she were about to be swallowed whole, and even brought tears to her eyes.
Amidst the churning heat, Vili retained a sliver of consciousness. His fingertips twitched slightly, and magic gathered in the air, poised to erupt, just as he was about to break free from this illusory dream—
The taste of blood filled his mouth, and the prince's blood slid down his throat before he even had time to react.
Willy's fingertips lost their strength and fell limp.
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