Chapter 16

"Are these medicines used to poison vampires?"
He almost sprayed the half-chewed medicine crumbs into the soup pot when he heard her words, and he looked at her with a playful gaze, "Do you really think vampires are pests?"
"I am human." Prey and natural enemies cannot coexist.
"Have you ever killed a vampire? Or should I ask, have you ever seen a real vampire?"
She was caught off guard by the question and shook her head honestly, "Vampires are rare now."
"Then where does your conviction come from? It's nothing more than the knowledge instilled by your family's exorcist education, right? Don't believe easily if you haven't seen it with your own eyes. Sometimes, even if you see it with your own eyes, don't believe it." He scooped some soup and handed it to her, whispering, "Otherwise, you might make a regrettable mistake like me for the rest of your life."
His tone was casual, but the fleeting pain in his eyes tore at her heart, and she almost wanted to ask - what was the mistake that made him regret for a lifetime?
"So why not look at me with an unbiased perspective? Put aside the tasks your family's female servant wants you to do and just look at me with the eyes of a woman... Actually, you kind of like me, don't you? Otherwise, we've been sharing a bed for the past few days, and I haven't seen you take out that cute little sword."
"When I don't have enough chances of winning, I won't act rashly."
"You are really honest, which makes me sad. You don't even leave me a little room for fantasy." He chuckled lightly, teasing her ambiguously, "Really? If you're shy, you can whisper it in my ear. I promise not to let anyone else know."
"I'm not shy." He didn't touch her, but his gaze was completely licentious, as if he was caressing her with his eyes, and the parts he stared at felt scorching hot.
She admitted that he was very charming, with his handsome appearance combined with a demonic charm, like a poisoned beautiful dream. She had to constantly remind herself of their identities in order not to fall.
She bit her lip and met his seductive emerald eyes, returning the soup bowl to him, "You drink it. I know you don't eat regular food, but it's not good to take medicine on an empty stomach. Don't misunderstand, I don't care about you, I just..." She couldn't think of a good reason, "I'm just not hungry."
As soon as she finished speaking, he burst into laughter.
She glared at him, "What's so funny?"
"I'm touched!" He laughed and grabbed her soft hand, pressing it against his warm chest, deliberately teasing her embarrassment, "Can you feel it? Because of your words that show no concern for me, my cold and heartless heart is beating faster and warming up!"
He had long understood her tough exterior and soft interior. She strictly spoke of the distinction between good and evil, but in reality, she had a soft heart and abundant sympathy, burdened by a heavy sense of duty, and would eventually bind herself in a dilemma.
She was not suited to be an exorcist, just like the girl who lived in his heart was not suited to be there. Neither of them should have been born into the Delin family in the first place.
He lightly pecked her soft hand and let her withdraw it in embarrassment, smiling, "Although I don't like human food, I'm willing to make an exception for you."
He picked up the soup bowl and took a sip. His handsome face immediately wrinkled up like a child who didn't like the taste of medicine, wanting to spit it out, but in the end, he swallowed it and exclaimed, "Oh my god, it's really awful!"
"Have you never eaten regular food before?" The rich aroma of the soup was tempting, so it shouldn't be his cooking skills, but rather his taste buds were off.
"I have eaten it a long time ago, but fresh blood is so delicious that it can cover up any taste, for example..." He tore open a plastic bag like ripping paper, took a small piece and put it in his mouth, slowly chewing, "Indeed, the taste of the two is quite similar."
She frowned as she watched, "Plastic bags are not edible, don't you know that?"
"Just to prove to you that whether I can eat or not, the taste is the same for me..." He suddenly choked, as if the plastic bag had gotten stuck in his throat.
She helped pat his back, anxiously scolding, "Spit it out! You don't have to actually swallow it to prove anything! Spit it out quickly!"
Seeing him coughing more and more violently, his handsome face turning from pale to red, struggling to breathe, she panicked, "I'll call the bartender to drive us to the hospital--"
His iron arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, intimately pulling her into his embrace, and a joyful low laughter rose above her head.
She was startled, and then realized - he tricked her!
"For someone who doesn't care about me, you seem overly concerned," he spat out the plastic bag and lightly nibbled her delicate earlobe, his hands slipping under her sweater, caressing her soft body, skillfully arousing her desire.
His stomach protested crazily, craving the nourishment of blood, but his desire for her burned even more intensely, disregarding everything in order to get closer to her.
He could feel the ghostly figure living in his heart silently watching this scene.
Though she was dead, she was still alive, deeply rooted in his bones, blood, and soul, accompanying him through hundreds of years of remorse. And so, even though he was alive, he was like a walking corpse, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple amidst the changing times.
Until he met this girl named Delin Sara, who pierced through his numbness and ignited sparks on his heart's surface that had been absent for so long.
Embracing her stubborn and contradictory self, he felt no guilt of betrayal, only the intense throbbing that he hadn't experienced since that one embrace hundreds of years ago, the kind of throbbing that he was willing to risk his life to possess...
"Wait..." In an instant, Delin Sara's clothes were in disarray, she gasped and pushed away his hot body, "This is the kitchen."
She reluctantly accepted having a relationship with him, but she needed to consider the location as well, and having it happen in the kitchen where someone could come in at any moment caught her off guard.
"There are many guests tonight, the bartender won't have time to come in." He kissed her delicate neck and pushed her to sit on the kitchen counter, reaching into his pocket to take out a foil package, not giving her any excuse to refuse, "And there's no need to go upstairs. I'm afraid our mood will be interrupted. I conveniently took one from the box on your pillow."
This man!
She glared at him, wanting to bite his shameless face, "I heard you were cold-hearted." He carried a condom with him, clearly unsatisfied!