Fu Sang read for a while, then yawned.
The bright moonlight streamed into the room through the window, the medieval windowpanes sharp and angular, the moonlight turning into tiny, star-like specks.
With such bright moonlight, the room would be well-lit without needing to turn on any lights.
Fu Sang put down his book, got out of bed, and walked to the window, intending to draw the curtains to block out the moonlight.
"Knock knock~!"
A soft knocking sound came from the window.
Fu Sang paused, taken aback.
Who's knocking on the window so late at night?
The thumping sound rang out again, accompanied by the boy's call.
"Lilith."
The familiar voice carried a hint of pleading.
"Please open the window."
"..."
Fusang opened the window.
Under the bright moonlight, a handsome young man unfurled demonic black wings behind him. Floating in the air, the young man wore a black and red cloak, and his pale face was exceptionally handsome.
Ludwig had long, flowing silver hair and a pair of noble, beautiful golden eyes looking at her.
A breathtakingly beautiful woman, and a slightly goofy vampire.
The boy, as if pursuing a girl, secretly tapped on the window with pebbles from outside, except he flew to the window to tap.
"Lilith."
Ludwig flew to the window, his thin, beautiful lips parted slightly, and he asked a gentlemanly question.
"May I come into your room?"
It's always hard to refuse a request from a handsome young nobleman, especially since she hadn't originally intended to refuse her little darling.
She preferred a soft, comfortable bed to sleeping in a coffin.
Fu Sang took a step back, making way for him.
"Come in."
Ludwig's crimson lips curled into a smile as he flew into the room.
His indifferent eyes swept around.
The room in the medieval castle was dimly lit, and the furniture was extremely plain in his eyes—a terrible room.
Lilith is suffering, that's what he was thinking.
Fu Sang walked to the sofa, sat down, and poured two cups of black tea.
Vampires should be able to tolerate black tea, except for human blood; Count Ferael seems to drink it often.
Fu Sang poured herself a cup of red tea and noticed a vampire prince looking at her room with a very disdainful gaze.
“Ludwig,” she called out.
The handsome vampire boy turned around, his long, smooth silver hair swaying slightly, every movement exuding elegance and beauty.
Fu Sang patted the sofa next to him and said, "Come and sit down."
Ludwig's raven-white eyelashes trembled slightly, concealing a hint of longing in his eyes, and he strode over and sat down beside her.
Fu Sang handed him a cup of black tea and asked, "Would you like this?"
Ludwig lowered his long, raven-feather-like eyelashes and stared at the white porcelain cup in her hand. The black tea inside rippled slightly, and its blood-red color looked delicious.
That's just what it looks like; blood is the most delicious thing.
Ludwig pursed his thin, beautiful lips slightly and refused, "I won't drink."
Fu Sang had anticipated his refusal, and said in a soft, coaxing tone, "You haven't eaten all day, have you? Try this cup of black tea, it must taste great."
This way of coaxing children is strangely endearing.
Ludwig had drunk black tea, but he preferred red wine, yet the girl was so seductive.
Hmm, have a little.
Ludwig extended his well-defined hand, his pale, slender fingers gracefully lifting the black tea, and took a small sip.
The warm black tea has a subtle malty aroma, mixed with a hint of rose.
After tasting it: "Not bad."
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