"What are you doing here instead of properly watching over your food?"

In Beta's house, Amber huddled in the sofa, her small body curled up into a ball, her face buried in the sofa, resembling a frightened little beast.

Beta, wearing gold - rimmed glasses, irritably tore off the tie around his neck."Amber, do you hear me?"

His long, narrow almond - shaped eyes fixed on Amber, who remained motionless in the sofa. He sighed and asked,

"Is he still in the hospital?"

Amber gave a soft "mm" and replied,"But he should be getting better soon, I guess."

It had been five days since she fled in embarrassment that day. Amber hadn't gone to see him, no matter how parched her throat was or how ravenous she felt.

"He is your food now, and of extraordinary significance. I don't need to teach you more, do I?"

Beta walked over, and with his cold, emotionless hand, he forcefully lifted her out of the sofa."If you don't want to be trapped forever, keep him safe."

Amber was lifted up listlessly, her fangs exposed. Her throat felt as if it was ablaze, and the blood - red color in her eyes was so intense that it seemed as if blood was flowing.

The moment Beta saw this, his brows knitted tightly. He yanked her in front of him."How many days have you gone without drinking blood?"

"Five days."

Amber answered feebly."I don't want to become too dependent on my food."

Beta narrowed his eyes."So, you've been enduring until now? And you still want to keep enduring?"

Amber nodded. Beta looked at her in this state, let out a cold laugh, and threw her back onto the sofa.

He opened the refrigerator and tossed a blood bag directly into Amber's hand.

As if unable to control herself, Amber opened her mouth and bit through the blood bag, gulping down the blood, no longer sipping it gently as before. Now she was like a ferocious beast that had been starved for days.

Blood spurted out from the bag, flowing onto her hands and body.

Gulp, gulp.

Blood flowed into her mouth and entered her body, yet her hunger wasn't alleviated in the slightest.

Amber suddenly looked up, staring at Beta in confusion.

The 300 - year - old vampire looked at her coldly, walked over, and took the broken blood bag from her hand."Haven't I told you that apart from his blood, you can't consume any other?"

Amber, with blood all over her face, stared at the blood bag. Indeed, she had drunk blood, eaten, but it was as if she had never eaten at all. Her throat, though rinsed with blood, was still parched!

"Only he can satiate your hunger."

Beta looked at Amber, covered in blood, his gaze cold and sinister."Do you want to kill him with your next bite because of your foolish persistence? Just like you did 20 years ago."

These words made Amber completely sober. She stared blankly at the blood in her hand. Before, this could clearly fill her stomach, but now... she didn't want it at all.

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"Do I need to teach you how terrifying a vampire is when they haven't eaten for days?" Beta said, pulling Amber up."Change your clothes and go. You're filthy."

Appearing at the hospital again, Amber uncontrollably pushed open the door of Mabel's ward. He had already changed out of the hospital gown, and the plaster on his arm had been removed, with only a simple bandage hanging in front of his chest.

Seeing her appear, Mabel raised the corners of his lips."Are you here to pick me up?"

In Amber's ears, his voice was soft and faint, as if floating from afar. Five days of continuous hunger made her only able to hear the sound of his pulse beating.

Thump, thump, as if saying, come on, bite.

"You haven't replied to my messages these days. Were you busy?" Mabel walked over with a smile."Did you come here after seeing my messages?"

As his figure approached, Amber could barely make out his features. In her blood - red vision, only the blood vessels beneath the skin, with blood flowing through them, were clearly visible.

Biting the place where the pulse was beating the fastest must be delicious.

"Amber?"

Mabel called out softly. Amber tilted her head slightly. The man saw her blood - filled eyes and instantly understood what was happening.

Especially her involuntary swallowing motion made Mabel's body tremble slightly.

A cold hand touched his neck, accompanied by an equally frigid aura as Amber pressed herself against him.

A figure passed by outside the ward door. The man reached out, pushed open the bathroom door in the room, and with Amber in his arms, they slipped inside.

In the narrow bathroom, the man's lean waist pressed against the cold washstand. In the mirror, Amber's blood - red eyes exuded an otherworldly charm, and her sharp fangs emerged from her mouth, biting down towards his neck.

"Ugh!"

The fangs pierced much deeper, and Mabel couldn't help but hold her even tighter. A blush quickly crept up his cheeks.

He could feel his warm blood flowing out from the wound, caught by her lips and tongue, and then sent into her mouth.

The woman in his arms was delicate and soft, yet completely devoid of warmth.

Mabel's arm encircled her slender waist, pulling her even closer to his embrace. His body heat couldn't penetrate hers, except perhaps through the warm blood he offered.

"Mr. Mabel, have you finished packing? The discharge procedures are all done."

The nurse's voice sounded outside, and her figure entered from outside the frosted glass of the bathroom. Mabel listened to the sound of Amber swallowing blood. She was still feeding and showed no sign of stopping.

The man, his cheeks slightly flushed, spoke softly. "Thank you. I'm a bit... ugh."

As if displeased by the interruption, Amber's teeth moved sharply, and Mabel let out a muffled groan.

"Mr. Mabel, is there still discomfort in your wrist?"

The nurse's figure stood outside the door. Mabel reached out, gently stroking Amber's black hair, and gasped softly. "It's okay. I can handle it myself. Thank you for your trouble."

"All right, then I'll go out first."

The nurse left. Meanwhile, Amber slowly raised her head. The hunger that had been satiated finally subsided. The blood she had consumed in her ravenous state was as delicious as long - awaited rain in a drought.

Amber was a bit dazed, lying in the man's warm embrace, gasping gently, struggling to regain her senses.

The craving for food, the intense yearning for this sole source of sustenance.

Beta was right. If she continued to persist like this, would she completely lose control next time and bite him to death?

Had she taken too much blood just now?

Coming to her senses, Amber tried to pull away. "Are you all right? I was a bit...!"

The man's hand pressed against her waist, his arm still around her, and his head gently leaned on her shoulder.

"Don't move. Let me hold you like this for a while."

"Are you dizzy?"

Mabel chuckled, his forehead resting on her shoulder. Finding that she didn't resist, he simply leaned his entire body against her. "…Yes."

Thinking he was truly dizzy, Amber quickly took on his full weight. "What were you saying to me just now? Are you being discharged today?"

Mabel replied feebly with a "mm." "Didn't you come to pick me up?"

Amber's voice caught. After a long while, "…Yes."

Beta had investigated Mabel. He had no connection with any of their kind. As a human, he couldn't possibly know about the blood contract.

Everything was indeed an accident, for both her and him.

Amber put her arms around Mabel. "Can't you stand up yet?" Since only his blood could satisfy her, she should probably do something for her food source.

Amber slightly furrowed her brows. Friendly co - existence was quite nice.

He never resisted her when she fed on his blood. For the vampire clan, he was a rare and valuable food source.

"Not yet. Let me rest a bit longer."

Mabel leaned his whole body against her, still speaking in a weak voice.

"Should I carry you out?"

The man smiled. He wouldn't mind being carried in a princess - carry again, but... he didn't want to always be the one in her arms.