Amber arranged for Mabel to be transferred to another hospital at the fastest possible speed.

After making all the arrangements, Amber did not stay by his side any longer. The vampire clan has its own rules. Besides in hospitals related to the vampire clan, no hunting is allowed in other human hospitals.

There were also disobedient vampires, but they were quickly dealt with.

To survive in this city, whether human or of other races, one must abide by their respective rules.

Although Amber is not gregarious, she understands what the rules are.

She could safely leave Mabel there alone. During the few days she accompanied him, a lot of her work had piled up.

After three days of being busy, Amber, upon returning home, finally found the time to check her phone.

There were four or five voice messages from Mabel. Amber sat on the sofa and clicked to play them.

"Ms. Amber, are you still working?"

"Ms. Amber, are you busy?"

"Ms. Amber..."

Listening to the last call that was like a whisper, Amber's throat instantly went dry. As if lured by his voice, the possibility of food instinctively surged through her mind.

Hungry, extremely hungry. She wanted to eat, even if it was just a bite.

In three days, her craving for food had been reduced to such an extent.

"Open your window and wait for me."

At night, the lights in the inpatient department of the hospital had not all been turned off. Amber, dressed in light clothing, swiftly entered the stairwell.

After reaching the floor where Mabel was, it was already completely quiet inside. The door to the ward area was locked.

In the dim corridor, Amber's eyes gradually turned red. She walked to the window of the stairwell, took a leap, and jumped out.

As if turning directly into a gentle breeze, her figure flitted past one window after another, her toes gently touching the window ledges until she saw the open window.

Amber stepped on the window frame and jumped in, closing the window behind her.

There was no sign of Mabel on the hospital bed. A rapid sound came from the bathroom, and the door was suddenly pushed open.

"You're here."

The way he looked at her was like that of a lover who had been waiting for a long time. Amber was slightly taken aback. Looking at his pants that he hadn't fully pulled up, she averted her eyes slightly.

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"Ah, sorry."

Mabel's face turned slightly red. He quickly pulled up his pants. Just as he was about to fasten his loosened collar, a cold hand touched it.

Amber's icy fingers, devoid of any warmth, pressed against the skin of his neck. Her dark red blood - colored eyes stared at the blood vessels pulsating beneath the skin.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her sharp fangs emerged.

The blush on Mabel's face deepened. His entire body leaned against the wall as he felt Amber's cold breath approaching.

The slight pain came when her fangs pierced the skin.

Gulp, gulp.

The sound of her swallowing was her longing for his blood.

Mabel lowered his eyes, his eyes hazy. He didn't mind using his body to tie her down.

"Ms. Amber..."

A slightly trembling voice reached Amber's ears. Amber raised her small face, looked at the blush on his face, and was just about to say something when the man's tall and slender body seemed to slump to the ground as if losing all strength.

"Mabel!"Amber hastily reached out to support his body. Although she was hungry, she had only taken a few sips. It was impossible for her to have caused him to become so anemic.

Mabel, his face flushed, sat on the ground, gasping for breath. Amber could only reach out and lift him up into her arms once again.

Carrying a man in a princess - carry time and time again was truly enough.

The man in her arms lay on the bed. Just as Amber was about to withdraw, his hand grasped her arm.

"Will you bite others?"

Amber was stunned once more. Looking at the blush on his cheeks and his gently panting body, for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

"I'll strive to recover and make myself healthy." The fingers gripping her arm tightened slightly. His eyes, filled with a misty sheen, penetrated deep into Amber's eyes.

"Don't bite anyone else except me, please?"

Amber looked at the tooth marks she had just left on his neck and attempted to pull her arm away, but the man's fingers entwined around it.

"You came to me because you desire me too."

In a trembling voice, with those eyes on the verge of shedding tears, Amber was momentarily dazed. She had never been so close to a human before.

After all, for twenty years, she had only dared to hold blood bags.

Were all humans like him, offering their necks in such a devout manner, inviting her fangs to remain there?

Twenty years ago, she fled in a panic.

Twenty years later, he appeared before her, offering himself without room for refusal.

The man's murmur was like the serpent's temptation in the Garden of Eden, luring Adam and Eve to pick the fruit and taste its incomparably sweet flavor.

The blood - red color surged in Amber's eyes. Her cold fingers slipped into his soft hair.

Her lips descended onto his warm, thin lips.

With a whimper, the man's hand clasped the back of her head, and he arched his body, pushing his lips deeper.

The soft lips were pierced by the fangs, and the smell of blood filled the mouth.

Amber, panting, pulled away, but was pulled back down by the hand on the back of her head.

"...That's enough! Stop!"

She shouted in a somewhat disheveled manner, directly reaching out to grasp his other wrist. "Do you want me to break your other hand too?"

Mabel, his eyes hazy, murmured against her lips, "Sure, break it."

"You...!"

Amber's eyes widened in shock, and her body jerked back instantly.

In the night, Mabel slowly leaned back against the hospital bed. His cheeks were flushed, his dark eyes were clouded, and his hair was messily strewn across his cheeks.

There was a trace of blood on his thin lips. His pink tongue protruded, gently licking it clean.

On the skin at the collar, small, bright red tooth marks were imprinted. His beautiful collarbone and slightly bulging muscles seemed to issue a silent invitation.

Whoosh!

The window was flung open in an instant, and Amber fled.

Perhaps this was the most embarrassing moment in her decades as a vampire, running away in disgrace in front of a human.

Watching her figure leap out of the window, Mabel slowly raised the corners of his lips.

His long, elegant fingers gently caressed the wound on his lip pierced by the fangs, rubbing back and forth with lingering affection.

I won't let you run away again. This time, don't even think about it.