The heavy curtains drawn shut completely blocked the harsh light from outside, the most lethal poison to the Blood Clan.
Within the Palace Chambers, the light was dim.
The faint candlelight flickered, stretching the shadows of all the furnishings into long, distorted shapes.
As the candle flames swayed, they seemed like terrifying beasts, ready to devour the petite girl passing by at any moment, leaving not even a trace behind.
On the bed shrouded in light gauze, every gem embedded in the bed curtain reflected the uneasy face of the girl, her rapid, anxious breathing growing heavier with tension, no different from the wrinkles on the slightly messy bedsheets beneath her—no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t smooth them out.
Naturally, the tightly furrowed brows of the girl were the same.
“Don’t be nervous. It doesn’t hurt to be bitten.”
Hualí sat stiffly on Sidella’s bed, the anxiety on her cute face thick as ink, impossible to dispel.
Behind the pink-haired girl, the silver-haired Blood Clan girl pressed her two soft mounds against Hualí’s back, flattening them into ovals, her fair arms firmly wrapped around the slender waist beneath the Maid Dress, which had not a trace of excess flesh.
The warm breath exhaled from Sidella’s lips and nose caressed Hualí’s ear, hot and humid, burning the tip red.
“Is it alright, Hualí? Let me taste you.”
Though it sounded like a question, the tone left no room for refusal—overbearing and strong, even…even suppressing excitement at the prospect of tasting real, delicious blood.
Even so weak, even while asking others, she still spoke in such a commanding way?
Sidella truly was above all others.
“No way!”
Hualí tensed her delicate face, answering stubbornly.
“Sidella, if you’re really hungry, just go find someone else to bite. Just don’t pick me.”
Whether Hualí was saying that to herself or to Sidella, she didn’t know, but her voice, though soft, was as firm as ever.
“I’m not your Bloodbag, Sidella!”
“But you still climbed into my bed, didn’t you? Weren’t you curious about what it feels like to be bitten by a Blood Clan?”
Sidella’s drowsy eyes held a faint smile.
She was already used to Hualí’s stubbornness.
Even Sidella herself hadn’t noticed that when she spoke to Hualí, her words always carried an almost imperceptible note of persuasion.
Or perhaps she had just gotten used to talking to Hualí this way?
After all, silly Hualí looked so easy to trick, she might believe anything.
“Hmph!”
Hualí pouted, still refusing to back down.
“It’s only because you’re a weakling right now! If you really died, who would pay my salary this month?”
Like an angry kitten hissing, Hualí bared her teeth.
“Don’t even think about making me work for free, Sidella!”
“Who would let someone like you bite them, anyway?! Am I crazy?”
“If I hadn’t forgotten to bring the Saint Sword with me today, you’d be the one begging for mercy under my feet right now!”
“Evil can’t defeat the brave Hualí who represents Justice!”
“Enough.”
Sidella interrupted Hualí’s rant, her voice thick with exhaustion and longing.
“I’m hungry.”
“Ng…”
Hualí let out a soft cry, pressed her lips shut, and closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling beneath her eyelids, betraying her inner turmoil.
Seeing that Hualí had stopped resisting, Sidella calmed herself.
She withdrew her arms from around Hualí’s waist, the movement as gentle as a brush of goose down, and softly swept aside the pink strands on Hualí’s neck.
Revealing smooth, delicate, snow-white skin.
The faint scent of shampoo lingering in the girl’s hair was like the fragrance of flowers—Sidella’s favorite, the scent of roses.
Perhaps Jeilinfa had given it to Hualí?
Sidella didn’t know.
She only knew that at this moment, Hualí in her arms was especially enticing—dangerous as a deadly poison.
She extended her tongue, making the final preparations before biting, moistening the delicate skin on Hualí’s neck.
The soft ‘tsk tsk’ sound echoed clearly through the vast and quiet Palace Chambers.
Sidella could feel Hualí’s body tense up, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, trembling as if it would snap or rebound at any second.
“If I’m bitten, will I turn into a Blood Clan too?”
Hualí asked in a trembling voice.
“If you wish.”
Sidella answered gently.
“Ng…I don’t want to.”
“Alright.”
With that, Sidella pressed her lips to Hualí’s snowy neck.
At the moment when the Blood Clan’s sharp fangs pressed against the tender skin, Sidella felt Hualí’s body in her arms tremble.
After that, the resistance faded away.
The Blood Clan’s sharp fangs pierced the delicate skin, creating two tiny holes.
Hualí suddenly forgot why she had come to find Sidella in the first place.
It was as if she stood in a mountain mist at dawn, her vision filling with white clouds, her mind growing light and dizzy, like she truly lacked oxygen at a high altitude.
Unnoticed by Hualí, behind her, the moment the fangs pierced her skin and the tongue tasted the sweet, fresh blood, Sidella’s eyes under her silver hair shone brighter than ever before.
Her mouth overflowed with sweetness, filling her senses.
She had never tasted such delicious blood—each cell in her body seemed to rejoice, all fatigue swept away.
Just as in the legends, Sidella actually tasted the rich aroma of her favorite black tea, intoxicating and irresistible.
Sidella was certain: even if Hualí was a deadly poison capable of killing her and rotting her flesh away, she would still accept it gladly.
The faint sound of blood being drawn echoed through the dim Palace Chambers.
Hualí’s small face gradually paled from blood loss, her temperature dropping, her limbs growing weak.
These were adverse effects from losing a large amount of blood in a short time.
Fortunately, this state didn’t last long.
After all, as a Blood Clan, the one drinking would never allow her Bloodbag to fall into danger.
It was a law carved into the very bloodline of the Blood Clan, enabling their continued survival.
The Vampire Venom from the Blood Clan’s fangs was injected through the tiny wounds, acting as a restorative.
The color returned to Hualí’s cheeks, even more rosy than before, and the exhaustion vanished from her body.
However, the price for all this was a surge of uncontrollable emotions.
From her cheeks to her earlobes, the girl’s entire face turned a shade of unnatural red, glistening like a ripe fruit.
Her pink lips pressed tight, her legs clamped together awkwardly.
This was an evolutionary reward mechanism developed by the Blood Clan over their long existence—for the one bitten during feeding.
Sidella noticed Hualí’s state.
She slowly loosened her arm from Hualí’s waist, letting it fall, then gently patted Hualí’s thigh as if to say:
“Don’t. Squeeze. I’ll help you.”