The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (76)
He lowered his head, burying it between her shoulders. Silver hair spread across her body.

In his red pupils appeared a fragile confusion and weary softness.

For the first time, the empire’s most powerful Blood Kin revealed this fragile side.

He didn’t even want to let her see him.

As though if his fragile side was seen by her, he would lose.

In the days she was on trial, he experienced what passing days like a hundred years felt like.

He had never before felt it was so difficult to make it through each day.

Drinking didn’t work, and those young maidens were even more of a failure.

He couldn’t sleep, and he couldn’t eat.

He could only think of her.

It was too painful.

Arthur firmly covered her eyes. He pursed his lips, saying in a low voice, “Go back with me.”

It was a plea, a Blood Kin pleading with a human.

This unprecedented humility shocked and astonished the Blood Kin present.

Bai Weiwei’s body leaned into his arms. She was stiff, as though somewhat resistant.

His Highness the prince, chasing her here, was really staking a hundred years of face and dignity.

He trapped her in his arms, speaking word by word. “Go back with me, don’t be willful. Okay?”

Instead of being overbearing and tough, unreasonably taking people away.

He was unexpectedly asking.

Bai Weiwei silently watched the HP bar above her head turn green.

When she didn’t respond, the frozen HP bar jumped up by 10%.

A total of 30% green.

She didn’t expect that resisting Arthur could get her so much green value.

It seemed that Arthur’s status was particularly important in this Blood Kin empire.

So important that when he was uncomfortable, the empire would tremble thrice.

She accepted it as soon as she saw it. After all, resisting a Blood Kin prince to death, when her favorability hadn’t yet passed 70, was an extremely dangerous move.

Plus, her body really couldn’t hold on anymore.

She was frail and feverish, the chill seeping into the body.

No wonder this plane had only six months of capture time.

After tossing about like this, this body really was limited to half a year.

Bai Weiwei felt the embrace grow even more constricting, even strangling her breathless.

At the last moment before Arthur exploded, she finally nodded her head softly.

A reserved and restrained nod.

But to the Blood Kin behind her, it was like the most beautiful answer.

His voice lifted in excitement. “You agree to go back, Weiwei?”

But he didn’t receive the young woman’s response–she had already leaned softly into his arms, head hanging down weakly in a faint.

Arthur froze. He cupped her face. Abnormally flushed face, higher than normal body temperature.

He wasn’t human, so he didn’t perceive something was wrong with her at first.

It was only now that he discovered that her body temperature was frighteningly high.

Arthur’s face clouded over. He slipped a hand under her knees and easily pulled her into his embrace.

Bai Weiwei’s brows furrowed tightly, and she let out a pained moan.

The red in Arthur’s eyes deepend, as though condensing into a frightening storm.

He looked up at Moore.

Those eyes were full of a murderous aura.

Moore tightly gripped the handrail. He slowly stood up, meeting him with a smile. “Arthur, she’s a member of the rebel army. Are you doing this to protect the rebels?”

Once this hat was placed on his head, it wouldn’t be easy to correct it.

Arthur’s expression grew icy, and the weakness in front of Bai Weiwei vanished.

He answered lightly, “Yes, I’m shielding her.”

This was, naturally, the domineering aura of a chuuni.

The smile on Moore’s face finally fell. “Arthur, she’s only a human. Even if she becomes a Blood Kin through the First Embrace, she’ll still be a low-status, inferior Blood Kin. The Holy Blood is about to start. Are you planning to give up your leadership position?”