At this moment, Xu Fengling buried her little head into the pillow again.
As the scent belonging to Ling Yue entered her nose and mouth, her body immediately reacted…
A certain place grew hot again, and her heartbeat started to accelerate.
‘No way…’
So she quickly threw away the pillow and rolled over.
However, that smell had already entered her lungs and blood, wandering provocatively through her veins.
Then she clamped her legs together, trying to suppress the surging feeling, but the more she suppressed it, the stronger it became, and the stronger it became, the harder it was to suppress…
A vicious cycle.
“Sister Ling Yue… Sister Ling Yue…”
She bit the corner of the pillow tightly.
The restlessness deep in her body was like a thousand ants being thrown in, gnawing at her reason from the inside out, leaving her unable to think of anything but that one person’s name.
The person who killed her… the person who imprisoned her… the person who sucked her blood and cut her skin every day.
She should hate her and fear her, but now she had become like this just from smelling the scent on her pillow.
‘Completely insane… ah…’
The next moment, Feng Ling rolled over in extreme irritation, then slowly reached her hand into her own skirt…
After some time, Ling Yue suddenly walked into her room.
“Xiao Fengling, lunch is ready…”
Standing at the door, Ling Yue’s gaze shifted from Feng Ling’s flushed face to her hand, then back to her face.
Then the air was quiet for about a century.
“Looks like big sister came at the wrong time~”
Ling Yue said with a smile.
“No no no no! It’s not what you think!”
Feng Ling quickly pulled out that culprit “hand” and waved it frantically in the air.
“I’m just, just scratching an itch! Yes, that’s right, scratching! Mmhm!”
“Does scratching require reaching in there?”
“It’s, it’s a mosquito bite on my inner thigh!”
“Are there mosquitoes in the castle?”
“Yes, there are! I heard buzzing sounds last night!”
Ling Yue leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, her face clearly saying one thing: “Keep making up stories, I’m listening.”
In the end, Feng Ling couldn’t make up any more…
So she pulled the blanket over her head and let out a muffled wail.
“Wuwu… Why is it that every time I embarrass myself, Sister Ling Yue, you always show up right on time?!”
“Because big sister has been watching all along~”
“What do you mean you’ve been watching! Are you spying on me?!”
“It’s not spying, I’m looking openly… After all, Xiao Fengling is my belonging. What’s wrong with looking at my own things?”
After saying that, Ling Yue walked straight over and pulled off the blanket covering Xiao Fengling.
Then Feng Ling futilely kicked her legs a few times on the bed.
“Alright, get up and eat first. The pasta won’t taste good if it gets cold.”
Ling Yue bent down and scooped her up from the bed.
“Sister Ling Yue, I can walk by myself!”
“Better save the energy from that hand for eating.”
“…Can you not mention that matter?”
“Which matter? Your hand…”
“Aaaaaaah don’t finish that! Don’t finish! No!”
—
On the dining table, two plates of blood-red pasta were steaming.
This kind of noodles had a peculiar dark red color, the sauce was a brighter scarlet, and it was sprinkled with some crumbs that looked a bit like black pepper.
Feng Ling, sitting on her own chair, her feet couldn’t reach the ground at all, so her two legs dangled over the edge of the chair, swinging back and forth.
And she was carefully examining the suspiciously colored pasta in front of her.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like pasta?”
Ling Yue asked softly.
“I like it, but this color looks a bit like a crime scene.”
“Food for the blood clan is naturally red~”
Ling Yue forked up a roll of her own pasta and put it in her mouth.
“Otherwise what color could it be? Green?”
Then, after imagining what green blood pasta would look like, Feng Ling decided red was better…
So she imitated Ling Yue and twirled a forkful of noodles before putting it into her mouth.
“Mmm, delicious! This is really good! Ten thousand times better than human pasta!”
The texture of the noodles was similar to regular pasta, but with an extra special elasticity – when you bit down, it would spring back slightly, then release the unique sweetness of blood in the mouth…
Of course, the sauce’s flavor was even more complex; besides the aroma of blood itself, there were several indistinguishable spices.
“Mm, after this, big sister will cook it differently for you every day.”
“Hey hey, Sister Ling Yue, be honest, are you planning to fatten me up into a little pig?”
Feng Ling stared at Ling Yue and asked.
“How could that be? If I fatten you up, you’ll feel better to hold~”
“So you do plan to fatten me up into a pig!”
Feng Ling protested verbally, but the fork in her hand didn’t slow down one bit.
In the blink of an eye, one plate of pasta was finished…
Then she snatched Ling Yue’s plate and ate half of it…
After eating, she slumped in her chair, stroking her round little belly, and let out a satisfied burp.
“Are you full?”
Ling Yue walked over carrying two glasses of after-dinner drinks and asked.
“I’m full, super full… Urp!”
“Then do you still want the ‘little dessert’ after the meal?”
Then Feng Ling glanced at the glass in Ling Yue’s hand, which was clearly not ordinary blood… because the liquid’s color was a bit lighter than usual blood, and there was even a thin layer of white foam floating on the surface.
“What is this?”
“A blood clan special milkshake, made by mixing blood with some kind of dairy product. The taste is relatively mild.”
Ling Yue explained with a smile.
Feng Ling took it and took a sip.
Mm!
Sister Ling Yue hadn’t lied to her.
This thing was indeed quite mild.
It didn’t have the intense impact of drinking blood directly, but it still brought her a different kind of comfort.
“Xiao Fengling, have there been changes in other aspects of your body?”
Ling Yue asked.
Feng Ling thought carefully, then extended her right hand in front of her.
She remembered that when she was doing something and grabbed the bedsheet, she accidentally tore a few rips in it…
And that bedsheet was thick velvet.
“Mm, my strength has indeed increased.”
Feng Ling nodded.
“Anything else?”
“My teeth have also grown a bit. When I was brushing my teeth this morning and looked in the mirror, I noticed my fangs are sharper than before. And…”
Then Feng Ling tried to control her fangs.
The two teeth actually slowly retracted under her will, but when she relaxed, they popped back out on their own.
“I can now control their extension and retraction a little.”
“You can control them without relying on my blood?”
Ling Yue asked.
“Mm.”
“That’s amazing~ You’ve only been fully transformed for a short while, yet you can control your fangs. I remember my adopted sister back then needed three days of practice to master this trick.”
Feng Ling was a bit proud from the praise, so she retracted and popped out her fangs again, playing with them several times.
Until Ling Yue suddenly extended her index finger and drew a line across her left cheek.
“Hey, Xiao Fengling, your skin is still this thin… but your healing speed and physical strength have increased. Do you know what this means? It means… you can endure more ‘games’ now~”
Ling Yue licked the blood off Feng Ling’s cheek, then spoke in a slightly morbid tone.
“What games?”
“It’s…”
Ling Yue suddenly reached out and pinched Feng Ling’s neck with her thumb and index finger.
The force, though not heavy, was just enough to make Feng Ling feel the suffocation of her trachea being compressed.
“This kind of game.”
The suffocating sensation blurred Feng Ling’s vision for a moment…
The instinct of the blood clan allowed her to survive without breathing, but the pressure of her neck being squeezed still made her instinctively struggle, her small hands grabbing Ling Yue’s wrist.
But the next second, Ling Yue’s fingers tightened a little more.
This time, it wasn’t just compressing the trachea; even the carotid artery was being pressed.
“Lin… Ling Yue… Sister…”
Feng Ling said with difficulty.
At this moment, she recalled the countless times in the previous cycle when Ling Yue had almost choked her to death…
But this time, she hadn’t even thought of running away! She had already decided to stay here forever with Ling Yue!
Why was Sister Ling Yue still choking her?
But this time, compared to before, there was much less force, and there was no killing intent at all, as if she just wanted to let her experience the feeling of suffocation.
“Don’t be afraid, blood clan members don’t die from suffocation~”
Ling Yue’s voice was still so gentle, yet it formed a strange contrast with her increasingly strong grip.
“For the blood clan, choking is just a controllable state of hypoxia… So it produces some pleasant sensations… After all, in certain human games, people play with these things too, the principle is about the same~”
“I haven’t played… those…”
“It’s okay, big sister can teach you~”