Chapter 358
It was pitch black before I went to sleep, and it was still pitch black when I woke up.
Wen Xin relaxed and leaned against him, her clear voice, tinged with a hint of softness, gently saying, "It's so dark, can we turn on a light?"
No one responded to her in the silent space.
However, accompanied by the sound of something heavy moving slowly, soft light gradually streamed in.
Wen Xin raised her hand to shield her eyes, but didn't find it stinging or uncomfortable.
After regaining her sight, the first thing she saw was a black garment, like a precious ancient silk, only pure black, with intricate blood-red patterns embroidered only on the collar and cuffs.
Wen Xin looked up and saw the other person's pale, cold skin, sexy Adam's apple, and perfectly shaped chin... It was a handsome face that defied description, with a pair of narrow, mysterious, and deep eyes, like a bottomless abyss, or like endless stars falling upon it, both cold and dazzling.
Their eyes met, both with cool and aloof gazes, yet for some reason, a hint of romantic ambiguity flowed in the air.
Wen Xin blinked lightly and greeted first, "Hello?"
Xiao Jin: "..."
It really didn't want to complain about its owner anymore, but it just couldn't help it.
What kind of bizarre opening line is "Hello"?
Is it suitable for this scenario?
Master, don't you know you're lying in a coffin right now?
Wen Xin: So?
The two people lying in the coffin... oh no, can't a vampire and a human just say "hello" in a friendly way?
This is discrimination!
Before Xiao Jin could think of a way to refute her master's twisted logic, she heard the legendary vampire duke's thin lips part slightly, and his deep, magnetic voice replied to her: "Hello."
Little Jin... Little Jin is dead!
Wen Xin's eyebrows curved into a smile, and the girl's aloofness vanished instantly, like a red plum blossom slowly blooming in the cold snow, delicate and captivating.
"Wen Xin, that's my name. What's yours?"
"Odis".
Completely oblivious to their surroundings, it was as if they had suddenly turned around on an ordinary street and, in a sea of people, met someone who stirred their hearts. They slowly walked towards each other, smiling and gazing into each other's eyes...
And so their destiny began.
The girl squeezed his hand, which was placed at his side.
Well, that means they've officially become acquainted.
The warm, soft touch from her palm made the vampire duke's eyes flicker slightly, but before he could grasp her delicate hand, the girl's gaze shifted away from him.
Wen Xin glanced at the huge black coffin where they were lying. Faint red magic runes flashed across it, but disappeared before she could see them clearly.
A long, slender, pale hand gently covered her eyes. "Don't look too much, it will make you uncomfortable."
"Oh, then I won't watch it."
Wen Xin's eyelashes trembled slightly, brushing against his heart like feathers, causing a flutter in his heart.
The vampire duke withdrew his hand without showing the slightest sign of surprise.
Wen Xin ignored the coffin and focused solely on him; he was so handsome and good-looking.
The vampire duke let her look at him, not feeling offended at all, and even seemed quite pleased that her gaze had returned to him.
Wen Xin tilted her head. "Did I wake you up?"
The vampire grand duke said, "It's alright."
If he doesn't want to wake up, no one can wake him.
He's awake now, simply because he wants to...
Wen Xin felt a little uncomfortable after lying on him for so long, so she climbed off him.
The vampire lord raised his hand to support the girl's soft, fragile arm, giving her leverage.
She sat down next to him and whispered, "Thank you."
"Um."
As the soft, delicate body left him, the vampire duke slowly sat up. His long, black hair, as black as raven feathers, cascaded down his back, with a few strands falling in front of him. Dressed in ancient attire, even while seated, the man exuded an aura of majesty and nobility, commanding respect without anger. This made people instinctively want to lower their eyes and bow, not daring to offend him in the slightest, much less to peek at his face.
However, this did not include Wen Xin, who openly admired the stunningly handsome man before her—the most noble and powerful ruler of the vampire clan.
The vampire lord casually smoothed his long hair. This gesture, when performed by him, was not at all effeminate, but rather carried the unrestrained elegance of a famous scholar from the Wei and Jin dynasties, while also bearing the heavy authority of a monarch.
Wen Xin took out a hairband inlaid with black jade from somewhere and handed it to him, "Tie it up?"
The vampire lord looked at her with his deep gaze, but did not respond.
Wen Xin didn't know how she could read his thoughts from his stern face, but her soft voice held a hint of a smile as she asked, "Do you want me to help you?"
The man nodded with an air of noble aloofness.
Wen Xin: "..."
Oh, it seems like her public image has been stolen?
However, Wen Xin only raised an eyebrow at him once before going around to his back.
The black coffin was very large, at least two meters wide, and the two people inside could move around however they wanted.
Wen Xin ran her slender fingers through his long hair, which looked like silk, pure black and smooth, but in fact his hair was not soft, but rather coarse and stiff.
Just like his appearance, he seems aloof and indifferent like a snow-capped mountain, but in reality, he must be quite powerful and ruthless.
But why was this supposedly mysterious and powerful vampire duke so incredibly patient with her? He practically let her trample on him and act like a tyrant.
Who wouldn't be moved by something so unique?
Wen Xin was in a good mood as she tied his hair up, humming a tune softly.
Xiao Jin: Master, don't you want your noble and aloof image anymore?
Wen Xin: Oh, Odis stole it.
She seemed a little regretful, but generously said that if Odis liked it, then it was fine to give it to him.
It's fine if she changes her persona.
He had to pamper his own vampire lord.
Xiao Jin was speechless again.
It seems like the owner has become much more lively (and silly) since the last world!
But it seems to be the culprit?
Little Jin was as quiet as a chicken, so as not to agitate its owner and remind her of something. In the end, wouldn't it be the poor thing that suffered the most?
After tying up the vampire duke's hair, Wen Xin asked him, "Was the music nice?"
The vampire duke sat upright and solemnly, like a cold and abstinent god in a shrine, or like the most exquisite and perfect doll, easily arousing the evil thoughts in her heart. She wanted to do so many things to him!
He nodded slightly: "It sounds nice."
Wen Xin told him, "This is a hymn of praise to the God of Light."
Xiao Jin: "..."
Even more rebellious than the master was a vampire duke, whom the Pro Continent speculated to be the god of darkness and the mortal enemy of the god of light, who actually said, "That's right."
What's good?
You, a god of darkness, are you serious about saying that the hymn to your mortal enemy is good?
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