Was it that the Bloodkin’s worldly views differed from humans’, or was Su Yue—this Little Vampire—just unusually thick-skinned? Or perhaps the blood contract made her feel no need to keep her distance?
Chen Yan’s eyebrows shot up. He suddenly realized he had no idea what Su Yue thought about the contract. Logically, she’d been conscious when it formed last night. As a Bloodkin, she should’ve known she’d never drunk sentient blood before—and understood what drinking *his* blood meant.
Yet this morning, she showed zero change. Never mentioned the contract. Chen Yan couldn’t help doubting: did she even grasp the situation?
Could a Bloodkin truly know nothing about blood contracts? Given Su Yue’s mysterious background… maybe.
A vampire who’d never tasted sentient blood, mysteriously appeared in human territory, couldn’t control her wings, and fought using celestial talismans.
Seriously—like she dropped in from another world. No wonder she lacked common sense.
Chen Yan decided to talk with her once she came out. At least make sure she understood reality.
Just then, the bedroom door slid open. Su Yue stood there in only an oversized white T-shirt. What fit Chen Yan perfectly now draped over her petite frame like a mini-dress, hem covering two-thirds of her thighs. No pants—not that she didn’t want to. Chen Yan’s trousers were far too long and loose; she’d trip instantly. Her own underwear was intact, so she kept it.
No socks either. Her pinkish toes pressed the floor, shifting slightly with unease.
“Don’t you have smaller clothes?” Su Yue asked.
“Sorry. I live alone. No other options.” Chen Yan found her utterly adorable—like a kid sneaking into adult clothes.
“Alright,” Su Yue sighed.
“Su Yue, come here. I need to discuss something important.” Chen Yan sat on the sofa and beckoned.
“Hm?” She tilted her head, confused, but obediently sat beside him.
Only forty centimeters apart. A strange warmth bloomed in her chest. Chen Yan’s scent felt… incredibly inviting. She fought the urge to lean closer.
Chen Yan noticed. “Su Yue… do you feel the urge to get closer to me right now?”
Her thoughts laid bare. A flush of shame colored her cheeks. She wanted to deny it—but remembering his “important matter,” she gave a tiny nod.
“Mm.”
“And… do you find my scent comforting? Feel safe near me?”
“Mm.”
“Does your body feel warm? Want me to pat your head?”
“Mm.” *(I didn’t before… but now that you say it…)*
“Do you want to burrow into my arms, nuzzle my chest, and coo ‘Master’ while acting spoiled?”
“Mm—*huh?!*” Su Yue snatched a cushion and hurled it. “It’s *not* that extreme!”
Chen Yan caught the pillow mid-air, gaze turning serious. “How much do you remember about last night?”
*So he’s here to collect payment for saving me?* Su Yue thought. *That teasing was a negotiation tactic—break my composure to drive up the price. Terrifying.*
“I remember fainting outside… waking up to you feeding me blood, and then…” Her face flushed crimson. During the feeding, her body had felt strangely blissful—like floating to heaven. Just recalling it made her flustered. “Th-thanks for saving me. I’ll repay you later.”
“Repayment?”
“Mm-hmm!” She nodded vigorously, patting her chest. “I’ve got nothing now, but I’m *powerful*! I’ll become someone amazing someday—and I won’t forget you, bro!”
Well-fed, well-rested, Su Yue’s confidence surged back. Trash-bin confidence? Reclaimed.
*Immortal Sovereign is back—Version 2.0!*
“Su Yue… you should read this.” Chen Yan confirmed it: this clueless Vampire Princess had zero clue about the contract. He grabbed the *Comprehensive Guide to Non-Human Species* from the coffee table, flipped to “Vampire Blood Contracts,” and handed it over.
Su Yue read, confused—then froze. At the section describing a female Bloodkin’s physiological reactions during her first contract, her face turned scarlet. Steam practically whistled from her ears. *So that blissful feeling was…?!*
She jabbed the page, voice trembling. “Accident… or *on purpose*?”
“I…” Chen Yan’s mouth opened, closed.
“Accidentally on purpose,” he said carefully. “Yeah, I’ll admit—I was smitten, wanted to keep you close. But I genuinely didn’t know it was your *first time*.”
“You!” Su Yue fumed—but she had no ground. He *had* saved her life. Who’d expect a Bloodkin to grow up without ever drinking sentient blood?
“Ugh, ugh, *ugh*!” Heart rebelling at “becoming a pet,” she raised a slender arm to strike.
Chen Yan seized both wrists. Iron grip. No escape.
“Su Yue, I—”
“Die, you jerk!” Panicked, she kicked—bare foot smacking his face dead-on.
No holding back. Chen Yan, utterly unprepared, toppled backward.
*Worth it. Saving her was 100% worth it.*
His psyche shattered. He collapsed.
“Eh?! EH?!” Su Yue gasped at his rigid form.
*Am I… this strong?*
Unbeknownst to her, 99% of that kick’s damage was psychological.
The physical part? Negligible.
