Mabel was assisted out of the elevator by Amber. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and fortunately, the baseball cap he wore provided some cover. He leaned half of his body against Amber.

After getting into the car, he reclined against the backrest, appearing somewhat fatigued.

Amber felt a sense of disquiet. Although he seemed slender in build, he actually had a fair amount of muscle. When she picked him up, she could feel his substantial weight.

He wasn't as delicate as he seemed on the surface. However, each time his blood was drawn, he became so weak that he could scarcely stand.

Had she taken too much blood...

Amber began to reflect. In the past, she had always consumed blood from bags and had always been precise with the dosage. But now, using her fangs directly, she had no clear idea of how much blood she had actually ingested.

The more she thought about it, the more remorseful she felt. Beta had never instructed her on the most appropriate amount of blood to take at one time.

"Would you like... to go and have a meal?"

Amber turned around and looked at Mabel, who was nestled in the backseat. She heard him let out a soft chuckle."Sure, I'm actually feeling quite hungry."

"All right. What would you like to eat? You can choose anything you like."

Amber's voice rose in pitch. Mabel sat there and murmured softly,"Japanese cuisine, perhaps. It's relatively tranquil."

As for Amber, she had also accumulated her own wealth. Although it wasn't as substantial as Beta's, it was ample enough to ensure a comfortable life for her in the human world without any financial concerns.

They arrived at a high-end Japanese restaurant. The waiter led the two of them to a private room. Mabel removed his baseball cap, and the flush on his face gradually faded.

They sat across from each other, with Amber and Mabel both engrossed in their mobile phones.

The waiter who brought the dishes was a charming young man. While serving the food, he couldn't help stealing numerous glances at Amber.

Amber was so absorbed in her phone that she didn't notice at all.

The young man had slender and clean fingers. He seemed rather bashful, and his fondness for Amber was evident."Hello, this is your..."

The dishes were placed in front of Amber. Only then did she murmur a word of thanks in a low voice.

"I, I'd like to introduce to you. This is the newly arrived dish today..."

The young man summoned up his courage to speak, hoping to capture Amber's attention. Mabel, who was sitting across from her, put down his phone and chuckled."He's making an effort to introduce the dishes to you. You should put your phone aside for a while."

Amber let out an "oh" and glanced at the table laden with food. Anyway, it all tasted the same to her.

The young man gave Mabel a grateful look. Mabel smiled at him and then resumed looking at his phone.

"All your dishes have been served. Please enjoy your meal."

The young man, feeling dejected at not receiving a response from Amber, walked out. Mabel looked at Amber, who showed no intention of picking up her chopsticks, and smiled.

"Do you not like the food, or is there some other reason you can't eat it?"

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"I can eat it. It just all tastes the same." Amber let out a sigh."You go ahead and eat. I don't feel like having even a bite."

Mabel replied with an "okay" and then manipulated his chopsticks. He gracefully picked up a piece of translucent sashimi and gently placed it in his mouth.

"Amber, would someone like that young man we just met appeal to you?"

"What?"

Mabel picked up a shrimp and began to peel it gently.

"I mean the young man who was introducing the dishes to you. Would he be the type you prefer, Amber? I'm referring to... in terms of feeding."

Amber arched her eyebrows and watched as Mabel gently tugged at the shrimp's head, detaching it from the body. The bright red shrimp paste inside, resembling blood, stained his fingertips.

"It's hard to say. It depends on personal preference. But generally, the criteria for something being considered delicious, when there's a consensus..." Amber thought carefully."It should be someone who is a virgin, and the younger the better."

Mabel smiled. He peeled off the entire shrimp shell. His slender fingers glided gently along the back of the shrimp, as if caressing the graceful curves of a young maiden.

"Then that's quite something. Amber has already had a taste."

Amber was taken aback. She looked at Mabel, who was elegantly eating the shrimp across from her. As the shrimp entered his mouth, his eyes remained fixed on her.

It was as if he wasn't consuming a shrimp but rather her.

"What you said is true. You were still a child 20 years ago." Amber twitched the corners of her mouth. Just the mention of 20 years ago made her feel a twinge of discomfort.

"No, I mean both criteria apply to me."

Amber furrowed her brows."Except for you, I haven't bitten anyone else with my fangs, let alone someone who is a virgin..."

Mabel's fair cheeks flushed slightly. He gently placed his fingers, stained with bright red shrimp paste, into his mouth and licked them clean with his tongue.

"Can't I be that someone?"

"W-well, you can." Amber averted her gaze in a bit of a fluster. It was truly unexpected that Mabel, as a human, was inexperienced in such matters.

Given his circumstances, it is simply inconceivable that members of the opposite sex would not be drawn to him.

"You just said you only bit me with your teeth. Is that true?"

"Yes. Is there an issue with that?" Amber let out a sigh. Had he not reappeared, she would have continued to rely on blood bags for the next several decades.

Mabel's cheeks flushed a bit more. For some inexplicable reason, the shrimp shell in his hand gently nicked his finger.

A faint trace of red seeped out, just a tiny amount, yet it caused Amber to swallow awkwardly.

Outside the door, someone was whispering softly.

Mabel looked up and, observing Amber's action of swallowing, extended his finger towards her. Amber was taken aback. Here?

"Don't worry. No one will see us."

Outside, the young man who had served them earlier, under the urging of his colleagues, was blushing as he prepared to open the door of the private room.

His blood was like the most irresistible temptation to Amber.

With her eyes slightly reddened, she pressed her lips against the wound.

Mabel watched her cautious movements with a smile and softly said, "Don't be afraid of hurting me. You can apply a bit more pressure."

"But you...!"

As if sensing her concerns, Mabel smiled gently. Listening to the commotion behind the door, he said in a low voice, "I've had my fill. Now... it's my turn to feed you."

The hand that was about to open the door trembled violently. The young man quickly scurried away, his face crimson with embarrassment.

After just a few gentle licks, the wound ceased to bleed.

Mabel observed her furrow her beautiful brows and stick out her delicate pink tongue. His eyes darkened instantly. "Doesn't it taste good?"

"No, it's not that. These dishes don't appeal to me."

Amber pointed at the delectable cuisine on the table. "When your finger got some of the food on it earlier, I couldn't discern any flavor."

Mabel rose to his feet with a soft laugh. "I'm satisfied. Let's be on our way."

"Are you sure you've had enough, considering you ate so little?"

Amber was genuinely puzzled. After all, he was a man. How could he consume less than the women she had encountered?

"More than sufficient." Mabel opened the door and strode out.

If he didn't leave this place promptly, he wasn't certain what imprudent actions he might be tempted to take.

"Please be careful!" As this wish for a safe journey echoed, the young man who had served them earlier stood at the door, the flush still lingering on his face.

As Amber stepped out, she turned her head slightly to glance back.

The young man seemed on the verge of saying something. Mabel approached. Despite his tall and slender frame, at that moment, he exuded an imposing presence.

With a sweep of his dark eyes, the flush drained from the young man's face, and he even took a step backward.

Even after Mabel and Amber had walked a considerable distance, the young man remained somewhat dazed.

"Wow, her boyfriend seemed so shy and gentle at first glance, yet he's surprisingly alluring."

"Yeah, the things they said in that room were quite daring. He's so uninhibited."

"Maybe this is what they call a milk dog in front of people, a wolf dog behind people?"

Listening to the teasing of his colleagues, the young man walked into the restroom with a pale face. He clenched his fists tightly, his hands still trembling uncontrollably.