Fuluoxi: “?”
She suddenly wondered if she had misheard.
But with her keen hearing, it was almost impossible to mishear something.
The only thing that could be wrong was the Hero before her, who had been offered as a sacrifice.
Fuluoxi’s gaze lingered on Aiwei for a long time, her eyes narrowing slightly.
She began to suspect that the Hero in front of her was an impostor.
After all, the Empire had so decisively and straightforwardly handed over their Hero to her, even taking the initiative to compensate her, just to keep her from making a move against the Empire. No matter how you looked at it, it all seemed suspicious.
Moreover, the fact that the Empire’s Hero was actually the princess was no secret, which only added to the suspicion.
Fuluoxi narrowed her eyes a little further. In that case, a simple little test would do.
Fuluoxi’s hand slowly landed on Aiwei’s thin shoulder, then tightened.
Aiwei’s face instantly twisted in pain, her shoulder hunching up instinctively as she desperately tried to back away from Fuluoxi.
But Aiwei’s struggles were useless. She couldn’t break free from Fuluoxi’s grip at all. Her magic had long since been sealed, and at this moment, she was nothing more than an ordinary person, completely lacking the skills a Hero should possess.
Of course, Aiwei was well aware of this. Although she had inherited the Hero’s memories, she didn’t know a single fighting technique or spell.
Even if she did regain her power, she’d just be an empty shell—full of strength, but unable to use it.
“It hurts…” Aiwei’s eyes welled up with tears, her voice as soft as a kitten’s whimper, scratching lightly at Fuluoxi’s heart.
But Fuluoxi remained unmoved, her grip on Aiwei’s shoulder only tightening. Aiwei felt as if her shoulder was about to be crushed.
Her already watery eyes now spilled tears that pattered to the floor.
Yet Aiwei’s tears only made Fuluoxi more certain that the girl before her was a fake.
“The Empire is truly bold, daring to pull a bait-and-switch on me, sending a fake impostor to fool me.”
Fuluoxi let out a snort of laughter, her nails unconsciously digging into Aiwei’s soft, pale skin, drawing thin lines of blood.
Blood welled up from Aiwei’s white shoulder, and her uniquely sweet scent instantly filled Fuluoxi’s nose.
Fuluoxi frowned at the familiar aroma.
The scent of this blood, that sweet, magical fragrance…
It was unmistakably the Hero.
Fuluoxi studied the pitiful girl before her, face scrunched in pain and tears streaming down her cheeks.
Compared to the person who had fought her yesterday, this one didn’t just seem different—they were like two entirely separate people.
Was this girl really the Hero?
Or was this her true nature, and all that toughness and unyielding defiance just an act?
Could someone like this really be a Hero?
Fuluoxi felt a mix of emotions. How to describe it…
It was like she had carefully chosen a fierce tiger, planning to shatter its pride and arrogance bit by bit, slowly taming it into a house cat.
But when she finally got her hands on it, the ferocious tiger had somehow turned into a soft, whimpering kitten begging for affection.
Fuluoxi bent down slightly, leaning in close to Aiwei. Aiwei wasn’t very tall, only about 1.6 meters. With her water-blue hair and pale golden, amber-like eyes, she would stand out in any crowd.
Fuluoxi, at 1.72 meters, was a full half-head taller than Aiwei, so she always had to lower her head to look at her.
Aiwei stared at the Vampire Clan’s princess before her. The other’s aura, honed by years of dominance and invincibility, made Aiwei’s legs tremble uncontrollably.
At that moment, Fuluoxi suddenly moved, and the already tense Aiwei reflexively raised her hands.
Fuluoxi looked over and saw Aiwei holding both hands high, her delicate face full of terror.
“I… I surrender, meow…”
“Please don’t kill me…”
“I’ll do anything, I don’t want to die…”
Aiwei stammered, trembling all over. She was terrified of death—truly terrified.
Dignity, pride—those were things she could abandon.
As long as she could stay alive, that was all that mattered.
Fuluoxi stared at Aiwei. Despite her many doubts, she couldn’t be bothered to think any further.
Whether this was an impostor or not no longer mattered. Her appetite had already been stirred by Aiwei’s sweet scent. Seeing the blood trickling down Aiwei’s shoulder, her once-retracted fangs now reappeared.
Fuluoxi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her increasingly uncontrollable violent urges.
Then, she scooped Aiwei up in her arms.
Fuluoxi’s sudden move startled Aiwei into a cry. Her small hands clutched tightly at Fuluoxi’s collar, wrinkling what had been a neatly pressed shirt.
But Fuluoxi didn’t scold Aiwei, instead walking calmly to the bed and setting her down.
Just as Aiwei tried to prop herself up, she saw a shadow looming over her.
Aiwei looked into Fuluoxi’s red, violent eyes and shrank back, fear filling her gaze.
The other’s body drew closer and closer, until Aiwei could smell her unique fragrance.
Snow-white hair brushed against Aiwei’s cheek, tickling her a little.
But Aiwei didn’t brush the hair away.
Because both her hands were pinned firmly to the headboard by just one of Fuluoxi’s hands.
Fuluoxi leaned in toward Aiwei’s shoulder, and her sharp fangs plunged in without mercy.
“Ugh!!!”
Aiwei immediately began to struggle, her body twisting, her bound hands fighting desperately to break free.
Her only free legs kicked wildly, trying to drive the person away.
But Fuluoxi didn’t stop. She pressed Aiwei’s flailing legs down with her own, sinking her fangs even deeper.
Aiwei’s cries took on a sobbing tone, her voice turning weak and soft: “It hurts… It hurts so much…”
“I don’t want to die, please don’t eat me…”
Aiwei’s tears streamed down like rain, soaking the pillow beneath her.
She sobbed and whimpered pitifully, enough to stir pity in anyone’s heart.
But what Aiwei didn’t know was that this look only made someone else’s urge to torment her even stronger.
Fuluoxi frowned, finally lifting her mouth from Aiwei’s shoulder. Her red eyes flashed dangerously as she glared coldly at Aiwei, full of impatience.
“Move again, or make another sound, and I’ll kill you.”
Fuluoxi’s merciless voice rang out.
Aiwei, who had been crying and struggling, immediately fell silent, pressing her lips together and trying her best not to make a sound.
She forced herself to stop moving despite the pain.
It hurts so much…
Aiwei sniffled.
She wanted to cry so badly…
But she didn’t dare make a sound, because she knew that every word from the Vampire Clan’s princess was true.
If she really disturbed her again, she might actually be killed.
Aiwei, pinned to the headboard, dug her nails into her palm, using the pain to distract herself from the agony of her shoulder being pierced and her blood drained.
Her strength was slowly ebbing away, the sensation of blood loss was unbearable, and her bitten shoulder throbbed with pain.
But to survive, this much pain was still bearable.
Aiwei bit her lip tightly, enduring in silence.
After about half a minute, Fuluoxi finally sat up from Aiwei, releasing her hold.
Fuluoxi licked her lips in satisfaction, the blood staining her lips like lipstick, making her look especially alluring.
Sated, Fuluoxi’s violent mood gradually calmed, her mind clearing.
So, was this little thing just pretending to be obedient, trying to fool her?