CH 23.1

The skin was bitten through.

The temporary transformation gave Bai Lixin a more sensitive body. He could feel the direction of the blood that was draining from his body. Dijia sucked slowly, so slowly that it was like an ant slowly crawling through the opening.

There was no dizziness, only a tingling sensation.

The venom from the Bloods’ fangs comes mixed with a little sweet-like substance, and every time it entered him, Bai Lixin felt like he was on a cloud.

His whole body was light and soft.

He stumbled on his bright red high heels, and his body lurched downward.

Dijia’s eyes and hands were quick, and he carried Bai Lixin onto the soft, dark red velvet sofa.

The heavy lace skirt covered their legs and also covered Bai Lixin’s messy sitting position.

Bai Lixin was a little embarrassed, and he glanced at Dijia with red eyes, the tail of his eyes sweeping over the latter’s exposed neck.

Unlike the other pale Bloods, Dijia’s white was more like the milky white of milk.

Even if he was only briefly transformed into a Blood, the habits of the Bloods had been incorporated into Bai Lixin’s body.

Veins that had never been noticed before were infinitely enlarged, and a fragrance of sweet rain that had never been smelt before reached the tip of Bai Lixin’s nose at Dijia’s neck.

Bai Lixin suddenly remembered a saying.

You can never truly empathize unless you become “TA.” 

Xia Chi’s greed and Dijia’s loss of control could all show Blood’s greed for blood.

It was only after becoming one that he realized this craving had reached the point of insane addiction.

Bai Lixin craned his neck and allowed Dijia to hold him in place and feed on his blood greedily.

With both hands, he lifted Dijia’s idle hand to the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

The rich and fragrant scent intensified, and Bai Lixin’s teeth tingled.

Dijia, who was enjoying his meal, suddenly groaned. His deep eyes looked to his side in surprise to find that Bai Lixin had bitten into his wrist at some point.

Blood flowed down the point into Bai Lixin’s mouth, making his already rosy lips even redder.

The young man’s eyes were filled with relief and satisfaction, and his eyes, which were originally as beautiful as black pearls, were now as hot as a thick, fiery red sunset.

His indifferent eyes, which had always been free of desire, were completely overtaken by desire.

At this moment, he had pulled the purest creature in the sky into the abyss of hell, transforming him into a demonic dark spirit that only belonged to him.

Dijia’s eyes redden even more. He smothered a chuckle as he held onto the pierced opening at Bai Lixin’s neck while bringing his wrist even closer to the young man.

Outside the window, night fell. Moonlight crept above the branches and spilled in along the window, falling diagonally onto the two Bloods.

The huge skirt of fiery red and the pure white evening gown tangled and intertwined in the moonlight as the two sucked each other’s blood, greedily enjoying the pleasure the other brought them.

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The lights went up and the empty hall was gradually filled with Bloods.

The two figures, one white and one red, walked hand in hand through the hall, immediately attracting the attention of all the Bloods.

Bai Lixin picked up a glass of wine and shook it as he walked to the corner. “It’s too dazzling.”

His gaze was focused on the several Blood ladies that had gathered together and were talking eloquently.

He put his gloves back on, covering the blood contract on his wrist.

Dijia had also thoughtfully placed a loop of black lace around his neck to cover the spot where he had bitten earlier. 

Because he was now a Blood, Bai Lixin’s healing ability was also much improved. Wounds like this bite that used to take two days to recover completely now only need half a day.

Compared to the banquet on the surface world, the number of Bloods attending this one was now much smaller.

Together with the two of them, there were only forty to fifty Bloods, which gave the spacious hall a sense of depression.

The throne was the same, but there was no one on it at the moment.

Next to it was a piano where a pianist in a black tuxedo played elegant music while a dozen pairs of Bloods danced gracefully on the dance floor.

“Do you know where gossip is most concentrated?” Bai Lixin’s gaze fell once more on the Blood ladies.

Dijia, “The bar?”

Bai Lixin, “It’s in the gossip corner.”

Bai Lixin straightened up, “I’ll be right back.”

Dijia, “Without me accompanying you?”

Bai Lixin’s peach blossom eyes faintly swept over and scratched at Dijia’s heart like a kitten’s claw, “That is a rare private chat time for us ladies. Men are not allowed.”

Dijia: “….”

Is this what they call immersive acting?

Dijia stood in the corner and watched Bai Lixin leave.

Because of the high heels, he walked with his waist shapely twisting and the hem of his ball-juice-like skirt swaying.

He sat down, his eyes slightly downcast and languid, though the corner of his eyes kept an eye on the dazzling red mass of fire in the distance. He licked the corners of his lips, his mouth once again recalling the sweetness of the aroma from not so long ago.

A few of the Blood men chased after Bai Lixin’s figure feverishly, and Dijia’s lips pursed up, his eyes slightly cold.

As he watched Bai Lixin approach the ladies, a dark figure suddenly blocked his view.

Dijia looked up and saw a male Blood standing in front of him.

This Blood looked very young, only eighteen or nineteen years old.

The other’s timid cat-like eyes shyly looked down at Dijia. His cheeks flushed shyly and his eyes held reverence and desire, like a canary being played with in the palm of his hand, well-behaved and harmless.

Dijia frowned slightly as the young man blushed and spoke slowly, “This gentleman, may I ask you to dance?”

Dijia’s tone was cold, “No, get out of the way.”

The timid teenager’s breath hitched, his face turned even redder, and his eyes instantly filled with watery tears.

He gritted his teeth and surprisingly gained the courage to sit next to Dijia.

“Sir, your female companion is so beautiful.”

Hearing Bai Lixin being complimented, Dijia patiently did not shoo the teenager, “Yes.”

“I’m sure you have never tasted a boy before, right?” The teenager bit his lip and blinked his wet eyes at Dijia, his voice soft with a few panting moments.

Dijia froze for a moment, his brow furrowing once more.

Had he found out that Bai Lixin was a man?

“Sir, I noticed you from the moment you entered the banquet. Would you… like a taste of me?” The young man swallowed, “I have a thin waist and a soft body, and a sweet voice that will surely make you feel pleasure you have never experienced before.”

Dijia gazed at the teenager in front of him. His already flushed cheeks were now an unnatural shade of red, and his eyes could have dripped water.

His mouth was slightly puckered and both his legs were moving unconsciously.

Was this teenager seducing him?

The young man continued, “We Bloods delay our instincts, and I will not interfere between you and that beautiful lady. I was infatuated with your body from the moment you came in, and I only wish to have you for one night. That’s all. Don’t worry, I won’t let you down.”

Seeing Dijia purse his lips and not say anything, the teenager thought the play was on and he raised his hand up, slowly moving it towards Dijia’s long legs.

As his hand drew closer and closer, a sudden, peak-like oppression came over him!

The young man’s body lurched, and his body rolled uncontrollably off the chair. He fell with his hands on the ground, and he was breathing with difficulty.

The power was terrifying, many times stronger than the third generation of Bloods who had first embraced him.

The teenager looked around in panic, only to find that others looked normal, as if they had not felt the power at all.

The air was being pulled out of his surroundings, and blood was slowly leaking out of them. Tears were streaming down his face. His well-behaved, calm appearance was a thing of the past.

He tried to take a deep breath, but even opening his mouth would not help.

Even the Third Bloods found it difficult to conceal their power, let alone partially open the suppression of bloodlines!

He looked at the languid, elegant man in front of him in horror, trying to see a hint of anger in his eyes, but only found boredom and disgust.

The other man saw him as an ant, and the reckless action he had just taken was nothing more than clownish behavior to the other man.

The teenager grabbed his neck; he wanted to grab the man’s shoe and beg for mercy.

But fearing that his actions would annoy the man, he could only look at him pleadingly.

Please, spare me.

I won’t dare do it again.

Please let me go.

Tears, mixed with blood, fell from the corners of his eyes.

Just when the teenager thought he was going to die in the oppression and suffocation, Dijia finally withdrew the bloodline suppression and said coldly, “Get lost.”

The teenager immediately rose hastily from the ground and stumbled woefully out of the hall.

With the eyesore gone, Dijia raised his eyes again. His eyes did not need to search, locking onto Bai Lixin in the distance immediately.

Never tasted a boy before?

Dijia’s red eyes darkened as the fragrance of absolute beauty grew around his nose.

A thin waist?

Dijia’s eyes fell to Bai Lixin’s waist.

Bai Lixin’s already long and slender waistline was now even slimmer under the large hemline of the skirt.

A soft body?

The image of Bai Lixin sitting on his lap in the evening with his neck raised came to mind.

A very sweet voice?

The hot, low panting that was suppressed and resigned was still ringing in his ears.

Dijia took a deep breath and drank the wine nestled in his hand, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

He leaned against the wall behind him and closed his eyes slightly, secretly releasing his hearing over.

In the distance, Bai Lixin could clearly feel a pair of burning eyes glued to his body. His back was on fire, *like an awn on the back.

A lady raised her delicate emerald green peacock feather fan to shield her face and giggled twice, “Miss Xin, your male companion seems to care about you so much that his eyes are about to poke a hole through you. How can this be? He must keep you up all night with his love, right?”

Bai Lixin laughed dryly, “Not really. He doesn’t have the stamina for that.”

Dijia, who was eavesdropping: “……”

Young man, do you have some misconceptions about me?

The Blood lady with a head of pearl flowers spoke up, “The Lord Count is also completely doting on his fiancée. I heard that his human fiancée loves roses, so he planted a garden full of roses for her.”

Bai Lixin’s eyelashes twitched imperceptibly.

So that rose garden was, in fact, planted for Miss Sophia?

“I also heard that the human fiancée was pregnant,” Ms. Peacock Feather fan said with a surprised expression, “It’s so sad that a human is pregnant with a Blood child.”

“Isn’t that so? We Bloods are so powerful, how could a fragile human be able to conceive this baby? The baby will probably rob the mother of all her nutrients long before she can give birth.”

“But don’t worry,” joked Ms. Pearl flowers, “Mr. Mo will not stand by and watch his human wife die. All he has to do is to give her the first embrace. Let’s just worry about what fresh food Mr. Mo will bring us tonight.”

Ms. Pearl flowers then looked over at Bai Lixin and said, “Miss Xin, you don’t want to drink too much wine. The best part of the party is later. Mr. Mo is very generous and prepares the freshest human blood for us every night. Beautiful boys, exquisite girls, everything.”

Bai Lixin pursed his lips and smiled, “Yes, thank you for the reminder.”

It seemed that Mr. Mo’s habit of entertaining his guests with humans had been around for a long time.

Ms. Peacock fan pulled a pocket watch out of her handbag and looked at it, “Mr. Mo will be out soon. Until then, let’s go and find a partner on the dance floor to pass the time. Miss Xin, I look forward to seeing you dancing.”

A few of the Blood ladies looked at each other with a smile and graciously walked over to the single men they had taken a fancy to and invited them to the dance floor.

The music in the pianist’s hands gradually changed from soothing to intense.

Bai Lixin stood at the edge of the dance floor, watching the gorgeous Bloods dance with abandon.

A broad hand reached out to Bai Lixin.

He followed the black sleeve and saw a young Blood that had come up to him.

His eyes blazed as he stared at Bai Lixin’s face, a row of white fangs showing as he smiled.

“This beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance with me?”

Bai Lixin was about to refuse when a snow-white glove suddenly appeared in front of him.

A cold, icy voice spilled out, “He has a partner.”

Bai Lixin froze slightly and looked to the side; Dijia, who had been resting in the corner, had walked over at some point.

After shooing away the disappointed young Blood, Dijia took Bai Lixin’s hand in front of his astonished gaze and led him onto the dance floor.

Bai Lixin was a little confused, “What are you doing?”

Dijia had already assumed the starting position for the male step. His hand was outstretched and he gestured for Bai Lixin to put his hand up, “Dancing.”

Bai Lixin looked around, rejection written all over his face.

Dancing?

Wouldn’t he have to dance the female step?

Even if he was dressed in women’s clothes, would he still have to do the female step?

The music was upbeat, and more and more Bloods entered the dance floor.

Bai Lixin was about to leave when Dijia grabbed the other man’s hand and put it on his shoulder.

His hand wrapped around Bai Lixin’s waist, and his eyes darkened slightly.

The waist, it’s so thin!

Bai Lixin was confused for a moment.

It was in this momentary confusion that he found himself already surrounded by the hot dancing Bloods.

Dijia lowered his voice, “Everyone is now dancing, you will stand out if you don’t dance. You wouldn’t want to be noticed and suspected, would you? Don’t you still have to assassinate that person?”

Bai Lixin looked around; the Bloods, still wandering in groups, had all gathered towards the dance floor.

Dijia left the dance, and stepped with Bai Lixin to the other side.

The music grew more intense.

Bai Lixin held onto Dijia’s shoulders, sweeping the corners of his eyes around him and mimicking the female Bloods dancing around him.

The dance was a bit like the waltz at Blue Star, but more enthusiastic than it was.

He was a good learner and learned the steps to it after just a few times.

Red high heels bounced on the polished porcelain surface, and the loud sound resounded through the hall.

Long, cascading black hair flew up, brushing the tip of Dijia’s nose as it swirled, leaving the young man’s unique fragrance.

The notes stirred the hearts of every Blood, and the crowd boiled restlessly on the dance floor.

Gradually, their eyes focused on the center of the dance floor.

There, a dark-haired, cool Blood in a bright red gown lit up the room like a hot flame.

Her face was gorgeous, but her eyes were cold and noble. Her red dress unfolded like a giant wave as she danced, the wave slapping down heavily, giving them a visual treat and a spiritual shock.

The Bloods began to flaunt their dance moves one after the other, accompanied by the stirring of the lady’s beautiful red gown.

The restless stage was full of energy; the pianist’s body swayed to the music and his fingers played quickly across the piano, one note after another bouncing up from it.

Finally, the pianist made a heavy drop, and the music came to a screeching halt.

A few tiny notes then flowed from the fingertips again, and the music, which had been hot and passionate a moment ago, changed to a soothing minor key.

A round of applause came from above the dance floor when the music ended.

Bai Lixin looked up and saw that Mr. Mo, who had never shown his face, had appeared at some point.