When he woke up, he found himself lying in a strange room, the furniture and furnishings in the room were all black, and the smell of his belonged wafted in the air, this was Lirad's room.

Lying on a black bed covered with a black quilt, this is where Lard rests every day, so his smell is everywhere, unlike the palace where I live alone, which is cold and deserted, only the smell of roses.

I still can't believe that Vivien is trying to harm me.

She was very nice to me, telling me a lot of things I didn't know, and she was taking care of everything I was there, and if she really wanted to hurt me, she wouldn't have to wait so many days, she could do it the next day after she came to me.

So, even if Leillard told me that he killed Vivien because he wanted to hurt me, I would still be angry and would still argue with Riillard because of his cruelty.

The argument on the stairs that day ended with me fainting, and I seemed to see Llard's panicked and apologetic expression before I passed out.

But, maybe that's just an illusion.

I always thought that vampires couldn't dream, but it's ridiculous, and during this time of fainting, I had a dream, a very beautiful dream.

I dreamed that I had been abandoned by my parents because my eyes were red, and it was Lirad who picked me up and made me live in a luxurious palace, eat delicious food, wear luxurious clothes, and learn noble manners, so that I became the dream lover of all vampire boys in the bloodline known for its elegance, and, when I was eighteen years old, Lirad wanted the people of all blood to announce that he would marry me, and that I would be the only queen of Lirad, the king of blood.

Afterward......

yes, what happened to you?

I didn't dream about what happened afterward, perhaps because Lirad didn't show me what happened afterward.

"Ah...... A little faster...... Yes, that's ...... there."

As I tried to think about what had happened, a frowning cry came from overhead, a shameful cry that I didn't have to look at to know what the people in the next room were doing.

I rolled over, covering my ears and not wanting to listen.

I resented Lillard over and over again in my heart, why didn't you just let me fend for myself there, why did you bring me here! Just to let me know that even if you don't love me, you won't let me go?

Lillard, do you know that Sharman hurt me, but you still want to be so intimate with her in front of me? What the hell have I done wrong, you want to take revenge on me like this!

"It's bothering, isn't it?"

Hearing that cold voice, I sat up suddenly, and in the darkness I saw Lillard sitting on the couch beside the bed, holding a goblet in his hand, and drinking the bright red blood in it with an expressionless face.

"You...... How to ......"

Actually, I want to ask, aren't you making out with Shaman next door? But I don't dare.

"It's really Shaman in that house, but I haven't stepped into that room for four hundred years. With a cold face, Lirad drank the blood from the quilt, stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, I saw that his fangs were slowly lengthening, and the color of his eyes was slowly darkening, which was a little scary.

"You ......" I frowned, he had spoiled Shaman for four hundred years, this is something that everyone knows.

Lillard put down the goblet in his hand, got up and tidied up his clothes, raised his steps and walked slowly towards me, "You know how it feels to hear such a cry every day for the past four hundred years......

"I hate in my heart. Rila took my hand and put it on his chest, staring at me with dark green eyes, "I hate her for seducing me in the first place, making you and me suspicious, I hate her for making you like this, doesn't she like to seduce men?