Chapter 8: Shameful Posture

Aiwei trembled lightly in Fuluoxi’s embrace, her breathing growing a bit rapid from Fuluoxi’s sudden movement just now.

What is this… What is she trying to do?

Is she going to suck my blood?

Aiwei couldn’t help but recall the sensation of fangs piercing her skin last night. Just thinking of that stabbing pain made her a little fearful.

She was really afraid of pain.

And maybe it was because of this body, but Aiwei had discovered she was especially prone to crying—she just couldn’t help but shed tears whenever she felt pain.

But to Aiwei’s surprise, Fuluoxi didn’t bite her. Instead, she just kept gently stroking Aiwei’s head.

It was like… she was grooming a little pet?

A warm breeze blew through Aiwei’s sky-blue hair, making the strands dance lightly, as if little sprites were twirling gracefully.

Aiwei was a bit stunned.

So, Fuluoxi grabbed her just to help dry her hair?

Aiwei glanced at her own hands, which were firmly restrained, and was momentarily speechless.

Then what’s the point of holding my hands?

It’s not like I’d suddenly start crawling around trying to escape just because she’s drying my hair.

While her hair was being dried, Aiwei was very well-behaved, quietly nestled in Fuluoxi’s arms, without even the slightest thought of running away.

Not to mention whether she could even escape if she really tried.

Just the fact that a Blood Clan Prince was drying her hair would probably be enough to shock everyone if word got out.

Although Aiwei had no idea what this terrifying person was actually thinking, at least for now, Fuluoxi didn’t seem to have any ill intent toward her.

So she might as well enjoy the service. Why not?

Aiwei had always been an optimist, good at finding something to comfort herself with even in the most difficult and dangerous situations.

Although Fuluoxi was a bit like someone grooming her beloved pet, it wasn’t a big deal. So what if she was treated like a pet? Between her life and her pride, she had to choose one.

Aiwei thought to herself, but Fuluoxi didn’t notice Aiwei’s little movements.

While slowly smoothing Aiwei’s hair, she gazed at Aiwei with her crimson eyes.

What should she do to completely eliminate Aiwei’s thoughts of escaping?

Should she just break her legs…

Or ruin her eyes…

Fuluoxi pondered this headache-inducing problem.

To be fair, she was quite satisfied with Aiwei’s looks.

Though she appeared frail, her personality was unexpectedly resilient.

This sharp contrast deeply attracted Fuluoxi, making her want to make Aiwei her own possession.

If she broke her legs…

Fuluoxi looked at Aiwei’s short legs—they were nicely proportioned, but then Aiwei wouldn’t be able to crawl over like a puppy.

Her eyes then?

A thought flashed through Fuluoxi’s mind, and she dismissed the wind magic she had been using, releasing Aiwei’s restrained hands.

She instead cupped Aiwei’s chin and lifted her head.

Controlled by Fuluoxi’s actions, Aiwei tilted her head back, looking up at Fuluoxi’s red eyes, a trace of fear and confusion in her gaze.

Fuluoxi quietly observed Aiwei’s bright eyes, as pure as flawless gemstones—utterly captivating.

If those brilliant eyes disappeared, she’d probably be quite troubled.

After thinking it over for a long time, Fuluoxi finally gave up on the idea of gouging out Aiwei’s eyes.

Those eyes looked much better on Aiwei herself.

But that meant she’d have to put more effort into controlling Aiwei.

Thinking this, Fuluoxi gently pinched Aiwei’s cheeks, making her fair, delicate face flush a little red.

Because Fuluoxi made no effort to be gentle, a hint of pain flickered across Aiwei’s face, but she quickly changed her expression back, as if nothing had happened.

Fuluoxi sighed with a touch of emotion. From the first time she saw Aiwei on the battlefield, she’d wanted to possess her.

That seemingly frail body, yet with a tenacity that few could match—all of it deeply attracted Fuluoxi.

She was determined to keep Aiwei in her grasp, to make Aiwei her very own Golden Canary.

Now, Fuluoxi had finally gotten her most beloved toy, though it wasn’t quite what she’d expected.

But the unyielding spirit inside was unmistakably the same.

With that thought, Fuluoxi gently patted Aiwei’s bottom. Aiwei’s body squirmed on Fuluoxi’s lap, as if trying to escape.

“Get up,” Fuluoxi said to Aiwei, who was sitting on her lap and looking up at her.

“Oh…” Aiwei replied, slowly getting up from Fuluoxi’s lap, standing obediently in front of her like a child being punished.

“Sit down.”

Fuluoxi pointed to her own lap and issued her order to Aiwei.

“…Eh?”

A note of confusion slipped from Aiwei’s lips as she looked in the direction Fuluoxi was pointing.

Sit… Sit there?

How?

Don’t tell me she wants me to straddle her?!!

Aiwei thought of this possibility, then looked at where Fuluoxi was pointing.

Her face instantly flushed bright red.

Actually, when she was sitting on Fuluoxi’s lap just now, Aiwei had barely managed to resist wanting to snuggle closer.

But out of pride, and a stubborn refusal to submit, she hadn’t done so.

But now, Fuluoxi was actually asking her to…

Aiwei mentally slapped herself twice, scolding herself for still thinking about such nonsense when disaster was already upon her.

Sure, she loved the “rival” trope in stories, but this was actually happening to her!

Aiwei, Aiwei, if you keep shipping everything, it’ll only get you into trouble!!!

She mentally slapped herself again, calmed her wildly beating heart, and awkwardly lifted her leg, trying to sit down.

Unfortunately, Aiwei didn’t get the angle right, so she sat down very awkwardly.

Just as Aiwei tried to adjust, Fuluoxi directly supported Aiwei’s leg and pulled her into her arms.

Startled by Fuluoxi’s sudden action, Aiwei instinctively wrapped her arms around Fuluoxi’s neck, her body pressed tightly against Fuluoxi’s.

Thump—thump—thump—

Aiwei could almost hear her own heartbeat.

This was the first time in both her lives that she’d ever been this close to someone. To be honest, Aiwei was a bit uncomfortable.

She could clearly feel Fuluoxi’s breath on her neck.

The next moment, a warm sensation touched her neck, making Aiwei shrink back, a strange feeling spreading from her neck throughout her body.

So ticklish…

That was Aiwei’s first reaction.

But soon, something sharp pressed against her delicate skin. Aiwei’s eyes widened slightly, then she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and unconsciously tightened her grip around Fuluoxi’s neck.