Chapter 083 | 0083 Not just Hobart, but also Harold's scent
Wu Xian wanted to have sex with Hobert, but she didn't have control over the matter. If she listened to him, the two of them would probably spend all their time in bed together.
Although Hobert was a vampire, he clearly knew more about health and wellness than Wu Qian, a human. He urged the well-rested Wu Qian to get up and move around a bit, and to have some breakfast.
"I have an owner who feeds me, I don't need this," the puppy argued.
“No.” Hobart coldly retorted.
"Then can I eat something else? If I don't want bread or sandwiches, I can, um... eat some soil or grass?" Hobart's garden is planted with many precious flowers. Wu Qian coveted the pink rose, which had a slender stem covered with thorns. If you put it in your mouth, your mucous membrane will be scratched.
“That won’t work either, Cloud. Then try other foods. Your body still needs these for now,” Hobart remained firm.
"Temporarily?" Wu Qian grasped a key word.
“For now, wait a while until your body adapts to my blood. Then you won’t need to eat human food anymore.” Hobert stroked Wu Xian’s hair, his fingers applying a little pressure. Despite understanding the child, he still felt worried about a human about to be separated from their own race.
"Will I become a vampire?"
Hobart didn't give a direct answer; he simply asked, "Don't you like it?"
“I don’t like it.” Wu Xian was particularly firm, and she said the word of refusal without even thinking. A storm was brewing in Hobert’s eyes. She added, “If I become a vampire, my master won’t have the energy to spank me.”
Indeed, the bodies of vampires can make many games less fun.
"So that's how it is. Cloud won't become a vampire. You'll only want your master's blood, and... you'll stay with your master forever."
It sounds like she's become Hobart's slave, but a little thought reveals that Wu Qian is in control. Due to her frail health, she can end the relationship whenever she wants.
How interesting, it is precisely because of weakness that one gains initiative.
Wu Xian wouldn't say these things aloud; she looked at Hobert's face and read relaxation in it.
"Ah, what a pity. I should have said I didn't like it. That way, I could have played something more fun with my master."
Hobart chuckled. "Cloud, you don't want to make me angry. This will scare you."
Who knows if something is true if you haven't experienced it yourself? Anyway, the puppy doesn't believe it. The longer they spend together, the higher her tail wags. Now she's getting a little carried away.
A good owner should curb the dog's arrogance at this time, otherwise the owner's authority will be lost. Of course, she hasn't done anything wrong, and it's not right to punish the dog indiscriminately.
Wait a minute, she's bound to do something bad.
So Hobert simply tapped Wu Xian's forehead as a warning, took her to wash up, and then went downstairs for breakfast.
Wu Xian had no idea how Hobert had conjured up the food. In any case, she didn't have time to delay and could only eat the breakfast that her master handed her.
As Hobart said, he will continue to feed the puppies.
Just as Wu Qian swallowed her second bite, the doorbell rang. Hobert didn't want to answer it, but how could Wu Qian miss such a good opportunity? She jumped out of her master's arms and opened the door in a few quick steps.
Actually, the doorbell only rang once, and it was so soft, as if afraid of disturbing anyone. Doesn't that completely go against the original purpose of a doorbell?
Wu Qian opened the door, and there stood a man and a woman, both with Western features, who were probably there to see Hobert. When they saw Wu Qian, a look of shock flashed in their eyes, and for a moment neither of them spoke.
“You…” Wu Qian leaned closer, almost touching the female visitor’s cheek, and asked, “What’s your name?”
Hobert's companion was also non-human, but Wu Qian's approach made the two of them freeze in place like cats with their fur standing on end. The woman stammered as she approached Wu Qian, "Carol, Miss."
"Ah, you can speak Chinese, Carol. My name is Wu Xian."
Wu Xian pressed closer, almost touching Carol's forehead, and exhaled sweet breath, enticing the female vampire to say, "You're so beautiful, Carol, I like you so much."
Carol blushed, but looked terrible. She was so conflicted that she was almost crying, and she stammered as she tried to reply.
“Cloud,” Hobart finally arrived. He used his voice to attract the puppy’s attention, but perhaps because he had been too gentle lately, Cloud clung to Carol with some reluctance until he said, “But come here.” Only then did she move back to her owner’s side.
"Hobert, here is your letter."
Hobert didn't say thank you. This old-fashioned man no longer showed the gentleness he had shown to Wu Xian when facing his own kind; his attitude was now only arrogant. It was only natural for him to hand over the letter.
He only said, “Watch out for your newborn, Ivan. She should learn to control her appetite and not lay a hand on humans. That’s the rule.”
“I understand, Hobart.”
Hobart attributed Carol's outburst to her appetite, an accusation that Ivan readily accepted, as he was never one to refute.
Even though Wu Qian had just shown such affection for Carol, she was now so engrossed in the new toy her master had brought that she showed no intention of speaking up to help.
She was a cold-hearted person who said "I love you" casually, but it was hard to maintain. Even Hobart had to be careful to keep the relationship a secret.
Ivan led Carol away, and as they walked, Carol couldn't help but say to her "father," "Did you see that? She's so, so beautiful. She said I'm beautiful, but she..."
“Carol!” Ivan interrupted her. “Hobert won’t allow you to touch his things.”
From Ivan's perspective, he had to admit that the human girl was really sweet; she seemed to have a natural, fatal attraction to vampires, but at the same time, she was filled with Hobart's scent.
Like a lamb held in a lion's arms, the beast warns all who approach.
not to mention……
Ivan didn't continue. As a vampire of the same era as Hobart, his abilities were naturally far beyond those of a newborn like Carol. He could faintly smell Harold's scent on the human girl.
It's very faint, gradually disappearing, but it definitely exists.
Ivan couldn't understand why this was happening, but Hobart certainly could too. He didn't need to do anything about it; all he had to do was stay away from the human girl and prevent her from getting close to Carol again.
Hobert is an arrogant monarch, and perhaps touching him might save his life, but Harold, as a tyrant, would never allow anyone else to covet him.
"Anyway, don't think about her," Ivan reminded Carol.
The child was so sweet that a few words from him made his blood relative dizzy.
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