Chapter 39 Blood Clan Ancient Text (Bloodstains) 15 Teaching Corruption
That night, Song Qingqing developed a high fever. It was not known whether it was due to weakness caused by excessive blood loss or because of the shock, but she fell into a sick and confused state.
When Percy applied medicine to her, she had not yet developed a full-blown fever, and vampires' body temperatures are usually low, so Percy didn't notice it for a while. It was not until he came to deliver food in the evening that he discovered that the girl lying on the bed looked particularly weak.
She looked very cute and adorable while sleeping, her body slightly curled up, her small and delicate chin sunk in the soft snow-white quilt, her fair cheeks flushed with a sickly color, and her eyelashes were wet.
Percy called her several times without receiving any response, and then he realized that she was sick.
Humans are fragile creatures, and she has a fever.
Percy had never seen a girl look so weak. She was obviously just sleeping quietly, but it made people feel worried for no reason. After the servants in the castle heard the news, they came and went and invited a priest from some church to treat Song Qingqing.
While she was drowsy, Song Qingqing vaguely felt that there seemed to be different figures sitting beside her bed, looking at her quietly, and she could also vaguely hear voices talking.
"How is she doing?"
Soft and low, it was Karan.
"I'm still having a fever. I haven't been sleeping well lately. I might be having nightmares."
A voice with a hint of regret came from the side, "How pitiful! Now we won't have any fun for a while. So boring."
"Anx, you've gone too far." It was probably Karan scolding Anx.
"Tsk, my dear brother, don't you think you're being a bit hypocritical? You're talking as if you had no involvement at all."
He was naturally involved as well, and in essence he was not much different from Anx.
......
Percy, the butler with meticulously combed silver hair, stood silently in the corner with his head lowered, his eyes fixed on the face of the girl in Kalan's arms. His hands hanging on both sides of his body clenched silently, and his snow-white silk gloves concealed the bulging veins on the back of his hands.
He was extremely angry, but didn't know how to vent his anger.
Percy took care of Song Qingqing for three days, and she finally regained consciousness on the morning of the fourth day.
When Song Qingqing woke up, the room in the tower was empty. She leaned against the headboard and turned her head to see the roses carefully placed in a vase on the bedside cabinet. The petals were bright red with dewdrops, looking very fresh, probably having been picked not long ago.
As for who put it there, the answer was obvious. Every morning she could vaguely feel that there was a figure bending over and busy with something beside the bed.
She reached out and pulled a rose from the vase. Her fingers slowly circled the fragile and silky petals of the rose, then slid down to touch the sharp thorns on the stem. The force was just right, not to cut her fingertips, but enough to allow her fingers to clearly feel the presence of the thorns.
Percy happened to see this scene when he came in with medicine and breakfast.
A girl with black hair draped over her shoulders sat on the bed, carefully tracing a rose in her hand. Her pretty face had a serene and gentle expression, but it still had the paleness of someone who had just recovered from a serious illness, and she looked like a fragile amethyst gem.
It is as beautiful as a newly painted oil painting, and people can't bear to break it for fear of disturbing her.
But Song Qingqing had already heard the door open, and turned to look in the direction of the sound. When she saw that it was Percy with silver hair and red eyes, she smiled with curved eyebrows and her voice was soft and joyful.
"Percy, you here?"
"Well, how are you feeling today, miss?" After Percy came to his senses, he greeted her and placed breakfast and medicine on the bedside.
"fine."
This was not a castle, she did not need to go to the dining room for breakfast, she had the privilege of enjoying breakfast in bed.
Song Qingqing took a look at the breakfast Percy brought her today. It was a cup of hot milk, some neatly cut toast, and a brightly colored fried egg.
It looked tempting, but she had no appetite as she had just recovered, so she looked away and continued to quietly fiddle with the red rose in her hand.
Seeing that the girl had no intention of eating, Percy sighed helplessly, picked up the knife and slowly cut the bread into small pieces, and brought them to her lips. Her lips were very pale and bloodless.
Song Qingqing turned her head away, but no matter which way she turned, the piece of bread would always be delivered to her mouth accurately. She looked at Percy's calm and patient face, thought for a moment, then leaned over and bit the silver fork used to hold the bread.
Seeing that she was finally willing to eat, Percy was about to pull back the fork and continue feeding her, but found that he couldn't pull it out.
Percy looked down at the girl in front of him in disbelief. She was biting her fork tightly, looking at him with smugness in her beautiful eyes. Her cheeks were bulging from holding the bread, like a cunning chipmunk.
Percy pumped twice more, but without much force, and nothing moved.
Finally, he said gently, "My dear lady, this will hurt your healthy and beautiful teeth."
Song Qingqing finally relaxed and slowly chewed the soft toasted bread in her mouth. Percy fed her patiently and Song Qingqing ate obediently.
Percy was able to control the rhythm accurately. As soon as Song Qingqing swallowed it, a small piece of freshly cut bread was brought to her. When she had trouble swallowing it, Percy would considerately feed her hot milk.
After seeing Song Qingqing finish her breakfast quietly and obediently, Percy finally breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the medicine to feed her.
When Song Qingqing took the medicine, she was stunned for a moment. Sweet?
Noticing the surprise on the girl's face, Percy lowered his head, smiled, and said nothing.
He had specially asked the kitchen servants to prepare this because he had discovered a long time ago that she didn't like bitter things, but when she tasted sweet things, even if they were too sweet, her brows would relax.
After finishing breakfast and taking the medicine, Percy carefully wiped away the remaining medicine stains on the corners of the girl's lips.
When Percy was about to leave, Song Qingqing, who had recovered a lot of energy, asked him to stay and sit on the sofa in the corner to read a book with her. This order was a bit difficult for the butler who was in charge of the entire manor castle, and it could even be called willful.
However, Song Qingqing thought about it and realized that the role she was going to play was a willful green tea spirit, so there was nothing wrong with doing this.
Percy certainly didn't refuse her request. He was always like this, no matter how rude his request was, he would agree to it one by one.
During the nap, Song Qingqing lay in Percy's arms even more capriciously. Although her butler uniform, which was ironed neatly without a wrinkle, was messed up, Percy, who was gentle and considerate, did not say anything. Instead, he hugged the capricious girl more carefully.
To be honest, the embrace of the vampire was not comfortable, it was cold everywhere. But maybe it was because Song Qingqing still had a slight fever, so she felt more comfortable against the cool Percy. In a daze, Song Qingqing couldn't help but hugged Percy's neck tightly and got closer to him.
The tall and slender Percy sat on the sofa as if he was holding a fragile doll. The warm sunlight shone on the two people who were hugging each other intimately, and even Percy's cold fingertips became warm.
Song Qingqing had fallen asleep, so she didn't see Percy holding her quietly like a stone statue for a long time, then lowering his eyes and looking at her gently.
The distance between them was getting closer and closer, and a gentle and lingering kiss fell on the girl's fair forehead, then the tip of her nose, the corner of her eyes, her cheeks, and finally her soft and warm lips.
The girl in his arms was too soft and fragile. If he kissed her a little harder, he would accidentally leave a mark. However, his desire to destroy cute things made him on the verge of losing control several times.
Percy took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
The light outside the window gradually dimmed as time passed, and the room fell into darkness.
Song Qingqing, lying in Percy's arms, had opened her eyes at some point and quietly let Percy kiss her. When he kissed her neck, her cold silver hair caressed her. She was a little ticklish and couldn't help but shiver, then chuckled.
"Percy, I found you."
"You're doing something bad."
The vampire who was kissing her froze, and even his arms and legs that were hugging her froze.
Percy stood up straight, pursing his thin lips. The gentle butler, who was always at ease, now seemed a little flustered and at a loss. He subconsciously wanted to stand up and bow to apologize, but he was afraid that moving too much would hurt the still weak girl in his arms.
The vampires' vision was particularly clear in the dark, so Percy saw the girl's eyes flash with cunning and cleverness as she looked at him. His thin lips moved, but he didn't know how to start explaining, so he could only whisper an apology.
Song Qingqing laughed, put her arms around his neck, and raised her head to kiss him. She kissed him very carefully and licked Percy's cool thin lips, like a curious little animal.
Even in the darkness, her soft voice was as alluring as a sweet bait.
"But I allow you to do this."
Percy lowered his eyelashes and remained silent for a long while. Suddenly, Song Qingqing felt a drop of cold water falling on her face. She was stunned for a moment and called him softly, "Percy?"
He... shed tears? Do vampires cry too?
Song Qingqing subconsciously raised her eyes, and in the dim light outside the window, she saw Percy's red eyes that seemed to have been washed by clear water. They were fragile and beautiful, yet fragile at the slightest touch. He seemed very sad.
"Percy, what's wrong with you?"
Percy hugged her tightly, and reached out to cover her curious and worried eyes, making sure that she could not see his pitiful crying appearance. Then he let the cold tears in his eyes slide down one by one. He lowered his head and kissed her slightly open lips, desperately absorbing the sweet saliva in her mouth, as if a thirsty traveler had come across a spring gushing out spring water.
The kiss was so passionate and lingering that Song Qingqing almost couldn't resist it. Even the tip of her tongue was numb from the kiss. She let Percy lick her and take what he wanted, almost giving her the dangerous illusion that Percy wanted to swallow her.
Percy didn't let her go until his eyelashes were soaked under his palms, his gentle voice a little hoarse.
"I'm sorry Sif, I can't stay with you in this tower any longer. Your maid Marie will be here tomorrow."
It was not long ago that he promised that he would always be here with her and comfort her.
This was the first time Percy called her name. Song Qingqing blinked gently, feeling a little confused. She also guessed that it was probably Karan and Anx who did it, but why was Percy so sad?
It was just a manor castle, so it was easy to meet. What's more, Percy was the steward in charge of the entire manor affairs. However, he was so sad as if they were about to say goodbye forever.
Song Qingqing raised her hand hesitantly, put her arm around Percy's neck, leaned close to his ear, and whispered as if she was whispering to him: "Don't worry, we can meet secretly..."
She paused abruptly, feeling like a villain trying to trick a well-behaved child into doing something bad. And making such an agreement was like having an affair. This feeling of déjà vu was too strange.
However, Song Qingqing didn't think too much about it and was ready to teach Percy how to abuse his power. After all, he was the butler.
"If you want."
For Percy, it was not difficult to understand the working hours and movements of the servants.
The girl's voice, as light as a feather, seemed particularly moving in the dead silence of the night, like a siren on the sea luring sailors into the abyss, but the siren herself did not know how tempting she was.
Percy, who was in a confused and uneasy mood, calmed down after hearing this and looked into Song Qingqing's eyes steadily. He looked for a long time, until Song Qingqing looked away guiltily, feeling that all her thoughts were seen through by Percy's clear and bright red eyes.
So cunning.
It always looks fragile, and in fact it is impossible to hold it firmly in the palm of your hand, like the moon on the lake, which cannot be caught.
Percy said nothing and looked very docile and well-behaved.
He raised his hand, held Song Qingqing's face with his slender pale fingers, lowered his head and kissed her lips again, using great force, kissing her light-colored lips to an attractive bright red color.
But the feeling of this kiss gradually changed. The smell of blood suddenly filled the air between her lips and teeth, accompanied by a barely perceptible pain. Her lips were accidentally cut by Percy's sharp teeth. Song Qingqing instinctively reached out to push him away, but she had no strength at all. The scarlet liquid mixed with blood that she couldn't swallow in time overflowed from the corners of her lips and meandered down her chin. Percy carefully licked away all the blood, and his snow-white eyelashes concealed the turmoil in his eyes.
Song Qingqing was so angry that she slapped his shoulder and wanted to push Percy away, but he was unmoved. He was unusually strong. He licked the blood from the wound on his lip clean, and the small wound healed at some point.
Percy was so docile that she let her guard down and almost forgot that he was a vampire.
Song Qingqing, whose hands and feet were weak, curled up in Percy's arms to calm her breathing. He considerately stroked her back to soothe her emotions.
High in the tower are lovers' gentle whispers, while the castle welcomes an unexpected guest - Hain, the youngest son of the Lehman family.
The atmosphere in the living room was suffocatingly tense.
Hain threw the letter in his hand onto the table without warning, and it brushed against Anx's cheek. The sharp piece of paper cut through the vampire's cold white skin, leaving a trail of blood.
The Lehman family's servants didn't even have time to stop their young master's sudden action.
Karan sat on the sofa with an elegant and dignified posture, calmly confronting Hain and the Lehman family behind him.
But corresponding to this attitude, the gorgeous crystal chandelier above his head exploded.
Hain was still sunny, cheerful and harmless, and he could even smile and ask the twin brothers in front of him, as if the person who had just scratched Anx's cheek was not him.
"So, the Geshier family wants to cancel the engagement?"
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