Chapter 78: Little Bunny at the Head of the Bed

The rain gently tapped against the windowpane, the sound gradually fading, yet the intertwining dark clouds still cast a dim light throughout the room.

Sista’s outer garment was carelessly tossed under the bed, leaving only the snug camisole nightdress clinging to her.

Her smooth black hair cascaded over her shoulders, the silhouette of her body faintly visible in the dim light.

She leaned over Su Ling, pinning her beneath her, a gleam of desire flickering in her red eyes.

Su Ling stared blankly at her, the air slightly cool, her body involuntarily trembling.

“Compared to before, you’re much more obedient now,” Sista murmured softly, the tip of her tongue tracing over her lips.

She lowered her head, her crimson tongue sliding over the smooth, delicate waist of the silver-haired girl, inching upward bit by bit, as if deliberately stimulating the most sensitive spot to satisfy her own craving.

“Please… not the plate there…”

Su Ling finally lost control and voiced a plea, desperate for the other to stop.

Her hands instinctively tried to clasp together, but under Sista’s firm grip on her knees, she struggled a few times before helplessly giving up.

“Even begging like this, do you think I’d agree?” Sista chuckled lightly, indifferent to Su Ling’s words.

“I understand…”

A blush quietly crept onto Su Ling’s cheeks, a mingling of shame and unease.

She reached out, trying to cover her face, to block out Sista’s gaze.

Her moist lips parted slightly, breath exhaling a warm, damp scent.

“No. Look at me.”

Sista’s voice brooked no refusal.

She forcefully pried Su Ling’s small hands away from her face and pinned them down on the bed.

Their fingers intertwined.

Sista’s long hair, silky as satin, draped over Su Ling’s chest.

It was almost time to begin the meal.

Her eyes shone unusually bright, the thirst for fresh blood pulsing within her chest.

Sista lowered her head gently, her sharp fangs slowly approaching the fragile skin of the girl.

A stream of fresh red blood oozed out, flowing into her mouth.

Such sweet, fresh blood this was the feeling…

No other blood could give her this sensation.

Only the girl before her possessed an irresistible allure.

A surge of power welled up inside her, the sensory climax a Blood Clan experienced after hunting their prey.

The rain outside finally ceased, and the light in the room brightened slightly.

Sista sat at the edge of the bed, licking her lips with lingering satisfaction, eyes narrowing as she looked at Su Ling.

“Not bad today,” she teased with a smirk.

Su Ling stared back at her, her lavender eyes clear like a lakeside, neither angry nor fearful, silently watching Sista.

For some unknown reason, the more she looked like this, the more uneasy Sista felt.

The room was very quiet.

Sista hated this silence.

“You haven’t struggled much lately.

You’ve probably come to accept your place by now, haven’t you?” Sista sneered coldly.

“That’s not true,” Su Ling’s voice was calm.

She supported herself as she climbed off the bed, tidying her disheveled long hair.

This unsettled Sista.

This wasn’t like her.

The Su Ling of before only looked at her with eyes filled with fear and anger, silently enduring everything she did—not like now, so calm.

“You… aren’t in pain?”

Before she could think further, Sista blurted out.

Su Ling hesitated a moment.

“A little, but it’s nothing serious.

The wound will heal quickly.”

Still that same unruffled expression.

She had just been silently begging her to go easy, but now it seemed as if nothing mattered.

The more Sista saw her like this, the more uncomfortable she felt.

She stepped forward and grabbed Su Ling’s hand as she was about to leave.

“Just a little?

You wouldn’t be hinting for me to go harder, would you?” she whispered coldly into Su Ling’s ear.

“I’ll keep going until you say it hurts.”

Su Ling turned to look at Sista holding her hand, then shifted her gaze to her face.

“Would you really do that…”

Her words surprised Sista.

She furrowed her brows, her displeasure deepening.

“Do you think I wouldn’t? How arrogant!” Sista gripped Su Ling’s hand tightly, her voice low and serious as she met Su Ling’s eyes.

“I can start right now.”

“Your Highness,” Su Ling did not shy away from Sista’s piercing gaze.

“I… have a question.

I’ve been curious for a while.

I wonder if you would allow me to speak.”

Changing the subject?

Surely she regretted that reckless remark just now, Sista sneered inwardly.

Clearly terrified of her, yet always purposely saying things to provoke her—such a foolish maid was laughable.

That calm demeanor was definitely an act.

She was probably terrified inside, wasn’t she?

Sure enough, she was nothing but—

“Your Highness, why do you treat me this way?”

Su Ling looked at Sista seriously, no hint of mockery in her tone.

Sista was stunned.

Her eyes widened, and the tight grip on Su Ling’s hand unconsciously loosened.

“What are you… saying?”

“You keep emphasizing that I am your plaything, repeatedly toying with me regardless of occasion,” Su Ling took a deep breath, as if summoning courage to continue,

“but you always take care of me.”

She moved slightly closer to Sista.

“It was only after that night in the Court Garden that I realized this.

Every time I showed pain, you smiled coldly and said I must obey you, yet your gaze was unsettled.

I think… you don’t actually like doing this.”

“What nonsense are you talking about!”

Sista suddenly grabbed Su Ling’s shoulder, her knuckles white, eyes filled with resentment.

“I am Blood Clan.

No Blood Clan would ever hate drinking fresh blood.”

That was right.

She did like doing this, always had, and never changed.

Sista was the feared wicked woman of this palace.

Su Ling lowered her eyelids slightly and gently pushed Sista away.

She walked to the bedside and bent down, pulling out a cloth doll shaped like a little bunny from under the pillow.

The pink, fluffy little bunny was about the size of a palm.

It was the doll Su Ling had sewn for Phil before, but had been abandoned.

Sista had picked it up from the Abandoned Grounds, cleaned it, and placed it by her own bedside.

Every night, without fail, she placed the toy beside her pillow to sleep.

But during the day, Sista hid the little bunny in her sleeve.

Su Ling, being a close maid, certainly noticed this but had never said a word.

“I know you don’t hate drinking blood, but…” Su Ling pressed her index finger against the bunny’s ear,

“You don’t want to make me sad.

That, I can still see.”