Lan Wu blinked, her gaze suddenly drifting. “Y-you’re overreacting. I’ve just been a little picky lately, that’s all. I just prefer her blood right now. Remember when you went through that phase where you only drank that one brand of blood? If you can be picky, why can’t I? We’re the same, aren’t we?” Lan Yuan hummed. “If that’s how…
After a while, Lan Wu’s breathing gradually steadied, and her cold lips left Ji Lingyue’s neck. Ji Lingyue lowered her gaze, meeting Lan Wu’s cautious, soft, and obedient eyes. She couldn’t help but lower her voice. “What’s wrong?” Lan Wu averted her eyes, hesitating for a moment before murmuring, “I’m sorry.” “Sorry for what?” The vampire raised a hand, gently…
Lan Wu still ignored her. After entering the bathroom, her eyes darted around and landed on Ji Lingyue, who was standing by the window. She flashed an excited grin and strode toward the girl. This infuriated Lan Yuan. She grabbed Lan Wu’s collar, slamming her against the wall without a shred of gentleness. “What’s your problem? Didn’t you hear me…
Lan Wu was taken aback, stepped forward, and tentatively took her hand. Her palm felt colder than usual. She glanced at Ji Lingyue with concern, intending to pull her back, but the girl remained rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the tightly shut door. Thud… Thud… Thud… The relentless pounding reverberated with a dull thud. Soon, the sounds…
Soon, night fell again. Lan Wu finished her shower and slipped into the clean nightgown Ji Lingyue had handed her. She padded out of the bathroom in her slippers, the soft pitter-patter of her steps echoing in the quiet apartment. After the rain stopped, the clouds had completely dispersed, and silvery moonlight streamed into the living room. She cautiously leaned…