An Xiaoxue dragged her suitcase through the glass corridor, the crystal chandelier casting delicate specks of light beneath her feet, each step feeling like treading on a sea of stars.
She paused, standing dazed for a good while.
This… was the dormitory?
Though it was called a hotel, it was outrageously extravagant.
She knew Saint Antiona Academy had official backing, with the Huaguo Enforcement Bureau’s headquarters right next door, but the investment in the dormitory environment was absurd.
The lobby and corridors alone felt like a five-star hotel.
A white robot glided over from some corner:
“Hello, miss, this is the dormitory. How can I assist you?”
Hearing the word “miss,” An Xiaoxue’s expression shifted slightly, realizing she’d forgotten to revert from her vampire form.
Glancing around, she didn’t need to think hard to know there were plenty of cameras nearby.
Deciding to head to her room first, she fumbled with the screen on the robot’s belly.
Unfortunately, as someone from the 21st century, An Xiaoxue didn’t know how to check room assignments.
“Hm?” A mature, commanding voice interrupted.
The sound behind her made An Xiaoxue instinctively hold her breath.
“Who are you? I haven’t seen you before.”
Turning around, she saw a woman striding toward her, her face practically screaming “I’m dangerous.” The woman introduced herself fluently in Mandarin: “I’m the dormitory supervisor here. And you are?”
“I’m An Xiaoxue, the younger sister of the new professor, An Xiaoyi. I’m here to drop off his luggage,” she replied calmly.
“Is that so? I know there’s a new professor named An Xiaoyi, but I haven’t heard about a sister.”
The supervisor pulled out her phone to check.
A few seconds later, the supervisor’s furrowed brow relaxed.
“Professor An does have a sister, yes.” The woman’s expression softened.
She glanced at An Xiaoxue’s outfit.
“Your attire, Miss An… it’s quite elaborate.”
“I forgot to change after cosplaying,” An Xiaoxue explained.
“Do you know where my brother’s dorm is? I don’t know which room in Building F.”
“Students and professors’ dorms are mixed together, but this seems like Building A, right?”
“Sorry, I really can’t find my way. Saint Antiona is much bigger than I expected.”
“Let me help you… Building F is at the far end. Professor An’s room is on the top floor, 30-4.”
“Thank you.” An Xiaoxue dragged her suitcase toward the exit.
“Need any help?”
“No, no, thank you!”
After the brief scare, An Xiaoxue finally entered the elevator in Building F.
As it opened, the interior was far more luxurious than she’d imagined—walls of translucent tempered glass revealed passing corridors and the dreamy night view outside.
This school didn’t seem half bad, and the living conditions were phenomenal.
An Xiaoyi was already looking forward to the cafeteria.
Vampires craved blood, but they didn’t necessarily eat human flesh. Most cases of that were due to bloodlust driving them to lose control, especially blood slaves and death knights consumed by desire. She, however, loved human cuisine.
When she stepped into the so-called 30-4 dorm, a 300-square-meter space unfolded in a champagne-colored theme.
An Xiaoyi was beyond shock.
The living room featured a full wall of Carrara marble dividing the guest area, the floor covered with soft Persian wool carpets that sank beneath her feet.
A glance revealed a floor-to-ceiling window showcasing a twinkling night view like fireflies.
There was a study, a wine cabinet, a serving cart, and a fresh air system delivering a gentle night breeze.
The bathtub… the luxury was beyond words. What she’d imagined as a five-star hotel had upgraded to a lavish penthouse.
The phone rang.
Surprisingly, the study had an old-fashioned landline. Picking it up, she heard Principal Farrow’s smug voice: “So, how is it, dear Miss An? Quite satisfactory, isn’t it?”
An Xiaoyi stepped back, scanning for cameras.
“Did I sign some kind of indenture contract?”
“What are you talking about? This is a private dorm I specially prepared for you,” Principal Farrow replied.
“Do other professors get this?”
“Not as nice as yours,” Farrow admitted frankly.
“That makes me suspicious…”
“No, no, no, relax! You’re not my secret daughter or anything, but, you know, you take care of a friend’s kid. You get it, right? Huaguo’s all about personal connections…”
An Xiaoyi could almost see the woman’s animated expression over the phone.
She wandered around the room, yanking out several cameras and tossing them into the trash.
Frowning, she said, “Tell me the truth.”
“Alright, alright. This dorm’s the biggest and easiest to hide cameras in, so I can… monitor you,” Farrow confessed.
“You have to understand, I’m the only one who knows your identity. You can’t expose yourself, and I need to make sure you don’t cause trouble.”
That explanation actually made An Xiaoyi feel a bit better.
“Hanging up. Bye. See you tomorrow.”
In the dead of night, An Xiaoxue sat cross-legged on the soft, oversized bed, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window.
The overly luxurious environment, with all its glass, felt unsettling and exposed.
Her tablet buzzed with a video call.
The moment she answered, the first word was, “Well?”
A face filled the screen—big eyes, long black hair, nickname “Sleeping Beauty.”
Her shut-in aunt.
“It’s better than I expected, but…” An Xiaoxue sighed.
“I know, you met that weird principal, right? Just ignore her.”
“You know her?”
“Oh, yeah. She and your mom were besties growing up, thick as thieves,” her aunt said, munching on chips like a hamster.
“Get this—she even held you when you were a baby.”
“Uh.”
“So she knows who you are. Don’t worry. I don’t like her much, but she’s trustworthy,” her aunt said, her words mixed with crunching sounds.
“Whoa, you’re living fancy,” she added, eyes widening at the surroundings.
“Where are Grandpa and Grandma?”
“Signing a settlement.”
“Wait, my head’s spinning,” An Xiaoxue said, rubbing her temples.
“So, they were playing mahjong this afternoon, thought someone was cheating, and beat them up,” her aunt said with a grin.
“You should’ve seen it—dozens of tough guys on the ground…”
“They didn’t blow their cover, did they?” An Xiaoxue asked, stunned.
“I brainwashed the onlookers. But one of the guys they beat was a vampire. He reported it but was discreet, only said he got hit. They’re signing the settlement and paying a fine.”
“Ugh.”
“What’s wrong? All mopey.”
“Nothing. I’m sleeping. I’m annoyed,” An Xiaoxue said, shutting off the tablet and flopping onto her side.
Her mind was a mess. She didn’t want to think anymore. Sleep first, deal with tomorrow later. Nothing was more important than sleep.
She dozed lightly.
A gentle breeze brushed her hair.
She woke, opening her eyes to a beautiful full moon outside the window.
Moonlight spilled onto the campus lawn, casting silver flecks, and poured into the room, cool and liquid-like.
Someone seemed to be sitting by her bed.
An Xiaoyi groggily checked her phone: 3 a.m. Too early to be up. She started to drift back to sleep, but her peripheral vision caught the figure, and she froze.
She was still in that lavish dorm, but an unfamiliar silhouette had slipped in silently, sitting beside her for who-knows-how-long—watching, or perhaps waiting for her to wake.
It was a young woman, maybe 24, with long black hair and a gauzy dress that looked bloodstained.
She was beautiful, her eyes glowing with a crimson hue that could choke the world. She was a vampire, like An Xiaoyi.
An Xiaoyi didn’t know why another vampire was hiding at Saint Antiona, let alone in her room. One thing was certain: this woman was stronger. An Xiaoyi instinctively tucked her legs in.
The woman finally turned, and their eyes met.
“I came to see the new professor,” the woman said softly, breaking the silence.
“I’m the professor’s sister,” An Xiaoxue replied nervously.
“Is that so…” The woman didn’t seem threatening.
An Xiaoxue thought she was here for her other identity, but the woman saw a teenage girl in bed.
“What… are you doing?”
“I’m looking for my sister. She’s gone and doesn’t remember me,” the woman said, her gaze tender.
An Xiaoxue’s heart screamed that something was off. That look was dangerous.
This “sister” wasn’t literal—probably a lover.
This woman might be a vampire ghost executed at the school.
Farrow had set her up—this was a haunted room!
“I don’t have a sister…”
Before she could finish, the woman leaned in and kissed her.
An Xiaoyi’s eyes widened.
A quiet hum drifted from outside, moonlight spilled in, and time crawled by.
The kiss broke, and the woman released her wrist.
An Xiaoxue thought to struggle, but the woman was gone.
The curtains fluttered, as if it were a dream.
She sat dazed on the bed, strange, familiar fragments of memory flickering in her mind.
Did they know each other?
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