The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (18)
Suddenly, a white-as-bone finger defty blocked the iron rod.

The man holding the iron rod instantly went flying.

All the humans sucked in a breath. Seeing the person who came, they immediately knelt down, humbly kowtowing, not daring to make another sound.

Completely different from the threatening, fangs-bared appearance from just a moment ago.

This was humankind–humiliating the weak, kneeling before the strong.

Bai Weiwei’s blood-stained lashes fluttered, her fingers digging into the ground. Breathing heavily, she lifted her head to look at him.

He nobly and elegantly stood before her, his cold and handsome face raised in a faint smile.

“Begging for mercy? Little darling.”

Bai Weiwei shook. She bit her lips, not saying a word.

Arthur stretched out a foot and stomped on her hand.

Bai Weiwei couldn’t help crying out in pain. She curled into a ball, unspeakably pitiful.

But Arthur cruelly repeated, “Beg me for mercy.”

Bai Weiwei didn’t speak.

He was clearly so powerful, so effortless.

She was so wretched, weak and humble.

But her appearance couldn’t satisfy him, because her eyes lacked any submission to him.

Arthur sneered. “Look around you. The ones bullying you are humans. You don’t have to be bullied by them; you can bully others.”

Then he watched as his little prey’s expression changed subtly.

There seemed to be a flash of struggle in her eyes, and her lashes trembled even more violently.

A bit of the restlessness in Arthur’s heart vanished.

He enticed her, “Beg me for mercy, and I will forgive you. You will become the most noble human here. You can have all those people who bullied you put to death.”

Bai Weiwei suddenly lifted her head, her eyes blazing with anger.

The voice in her throat cracked. “Do you think that just because you’re a high-ranking, aloof Blood Kin, you can control everyone’s fates?”

Arthur’s expression sank. He pressed his foot down.

Bai Weiwei let out a scream.

His voice was mind-numbingly soft. “Whether I can or cannot control everyone, I do not know, but at least I can control your fate.”

Bai Weiwei sneered. Her bloodied face showed inconceivable stubbornness.

Arthur could smell in the air that maddeningly sweet blood.

Suddenly, a feeble hand grabbed his trousers.

His heart beamed with joy. She was going to surrender.

But the next moment, he heard her hoarse voice ring out, ice-cold.

“You can’t. You can kill me, but you can’t make me obey you. My soul is not yours.”

The system expressed, this kind of chuuni line was beyond embarrassing.

Would anyone’s favorability increase after hearing these words?

【Ding! Male lead’s favorability: -20.】

System: “…”

Bai Weiwei’s expression didn’t budge. Her face could be ruined, but her character settings couldn’t be messed up.

If we’re talking about a sunny little white flower, then it should be ‘white’ to the point of insanity, ‘white’ to the point of bursting with chuuni-ness, and ‘white’ to the point of being a Holy Mother Mary Sue1.

An unimaginably beautiful light radiated forth from her face.

“Even if humans have an ugly side, they are more kind-hearted and beautiful.”

Her voice was so firm, as though this was her faith.

“Not everyone will submit to you foreign invaders. Not everyone.”

The brilliance in her eyes was brighter and clearer than the afternoon sun.

Arthur’s breath hitched. He looked down at her, his body tensed, a frenzied impulse rushing up his spine.

Excitement, terrifying desire.

He finally understood why he could not grow interested in other creatures.

Because he wanted something perfect, something pure.

And today, he found it.

Bai Weiwei completely aroused the passion that lay dormant within his body for centuries.

His false aloofness completely crumbled.

He wanted to conquer her.

This was the instincts of his hunter’s genes, telling him.

Arthur slowly bent down, like an elegant gentleman. But the next second, his movements became crude.

He gripped her hair, forcing her to lift her head.

He knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and kissed her bloodied lips.

The divine taste of those lips painted with blood and gravel caused his pupils to contract.

He parted from her lips, his beautiful eyes narrowing, like a gorgeous, cold viper.

“No, you are wrong. There is no kind-hearted and beautiful human. If there is, I will crush her. You’ve succeeded in attracting my attention.”

【Ding! Male lead’s favorability: -10.】

System: “…”

The male and female lead’s shameless lines are bursting with chuuni.

It suddenly felt a bit of despair towards this plane.

1: I’m assuming this is a play on words? 白 can be the color white, but it can also mean pure. So in “sunny little white flower,” 白 probably means the color, while the way 白 is being used in the rest of the sentence points more to purity. (@ chinese readers correct me if I’m wrong tho).↩