Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

In the middle of the night, Lan Qian was extremely hungry, especially because she could keep smelling extremely sweet blood tempting her across a wall in almost the same space.

"Tuanzi, I want to go find him."

She weakly helped herself out of bed, leaning against the bed frame. Her head was a little dizzy due to excessive hunger, and her already pale face looked even paler.

Speaking of which, the original owner had not eaten for two days before, plus another day and night had passed after she came into this world, so in fact, she had not eaten for more than three days.

[But host, what if the master finds out? ]

Little Dumpling was a little worried.

"I can't care about so much for now," Lan Qian walked towards the door with a somewhat shaky step, gripped the door handle, thought for a moment and said, "I will make him fall into a coma, and he won't wake up."

She must eat tonight.

Even just one bite.

Otherwise, she would probably become the first vampire to starve to death.

The door opened, and outside was a corridor connecting to the living room. It was already late at night, and the lights in the room were turned off. The moon tonight seemed to be covered by dark clouds, and there was no moonlight, and the whole room was pitch black.

[Host, the master's room is just opposite. ]

"I smell it."

Lan Qian's gaze uncontrollably looked towards the door facing her room. The sweet blood that made her heart beat almost crazy was inside, only separated from her by a door.

The closer you get, the stronger the sweet smell becomes.

She is even hungrier...

Her fingers gently grasped the door handle, and at the same time, the delicate light blue ring between her slender white knuckles was faintly visible.

There was a gentle "click".

The door was slowly pushed open.

Mo Chen's room was still pitch black, but this had no effect on Lan Qian. Although her vampire bloodline and abilities were suppressed, she was still able to see in the dark.

The light blue ring emitted a little blue-white light, which left from between the slender white fingers, slowly drifted towards the man on the bed, and silently sank into his brows.

Suddenly, the man fell into a deeper sleep.

[Host, you really have a way! 】

The little dumpling sighed.

It almost forgot that the host could still use his own power, so no matter what happened, the master would not wake up tonight and would not discover the host's identity as a vampire.

Lan Qian closed the door and walked to Mo Chen's bed.

The sleeping man's brows were still slightly furrowed, as if he was still thinking about something that was bothering him in his sleep. Lan Qian looked at him, slowly stroked his slightly frowned brows with her fingers, and gently smoothed them for him.

"Mo Chen..."

She murmured unconsciously.

The slender white fingers slowly stroked the side of his face. It seemed to be the first time that he slept so quietly and let her do whatever she wanted.

In the dark night, the blue blood vessels on the man's neck were all exposed to her eyes. Lan Qian's hand couldn't help but move to his blood vessels, stroking them slowly, feeling the bright red blood flowing in the blood vessels under her white fingertips.

So fragrant...

I really want to eat...

Lan Qian's gaze became increasingly profound.

The urge to smoke was stronger than ever before. She leaned down and got close to his slender neck, and her sharp teeth gradually emerged.

Seeing that the host was about to bite through the blood vessels of his own master, the little ball in the space was afraid to watch such a "bloodthirsty" scene, and quickly covered his eyes with his short hands.

Did not forget to remind Lan Qian:

[Host, please remember to control yourself when eating. I heard that when vampires are extremely hungry, they are prone to lose their minds and suck up all the blood of their prey. What if you suck up all the blood of the master...]

Then the master of this world is too miserable!

So it’s best not to watch such brutal scenes.

Cover up.

Yes, cover your eyes.

Lan Qian could hardly bear the hunger any longer, but she still retained a little bit of rationality in her extreme hunger.

Tuanzi was right, she needed to control herself.

Under her pointed teeth is a fragrant blood vessel. If she goes down a little bit more, just a little bit more, she can bite through it and drink the most delicious food in the world.

But she moved away with difficulty.

"It's hard to control the neck, why not use your fingers..."

"Just one sip... no, two sips."

She leaned over the bed and held his hand.

The man's fingers were long and clean, with distinct joints, and looked like fine white jade, so beautiful.

Lan Qian gently held one of his fingers in her mouth, her two small fangs slowly rubbing the warm fingertip, and then... bit it gently.

Finally got to drink the delicious blood.

She couldn't help but close her eyes.

Really... smells good.

One sip, two sips.

She still remembered that she couldn't drink too much, so after taking two careful sips, she stopped with restraint.

Fortunately, the vampires don’t have a big appetite. Under normal circumstances, drinking a small cup a day is enough. After Lan Qian drank these two sips, the feeling of hunger was no longer so strong.

But the extra ones cannot be wasted.

Lan Qian licked the blood that overflowed from Mo Chen's fingers bit by bit, and finally licked the wound that she had bitten gently, allowing the abrupt wound on her finger to heal slowly.

She reluctantly put his hand back until there was no longer any sign of injury on his fingers.

[Host, have you finished drinking? ]

Little Dumpling was afraid that his host really couldn't control herself, so he couldn't help but remind her, but he didn't take down his hands covering his eyes.

"Okay."

Hearing the sound, the little dumpling finally took its hands off its eyes. It looked at its master lying on the bed like before, its round eyes looking left and right, but it couldn't tell how much blood the host had sucked from its master.

But the host has recovered, and now he no longer looks weak and hungry as before.

It was a little nervous and asked carefully:

[Host, Master...Is he okay? ]

"he's good."

"It's almost dawn, let's go back first."

Lan Qian covered Mo Chen with the quilt more tightly, stroked his face reluctantly again, and leaned down to hug him gently.

"Mo Chen, I'll come again next time."