The next moment, Ling Yue tightened her fingers again…
The finger marks on Feng Ling’s neck were still there, and this tightening pressed directly onto the old bruises.
The wounds tore for a second time beneath the skin, and even the sound of crushed fine fiber tissues could be heard.
Harder… harder… until Feng Ling’s pupils began to lose focus, followed by a long, creaking crack from her cervical spine.
At that moment, Feng Ling’s head lost its support, tilting to one side at an angle that exceeded the spine’s limit…
It showed just how strong Ling Yue’s grip was.
Moreover, she gradually lost feeling in her limbs, and even the pain faded.
She only felt that her perspective was tilting in a very strange way.
The red light orbs on the ceiling were sliding to the left…
Oh, it turned out her own head was uncontrollably tilting toward her left shoulder.
That was an angle absolutely impossible for a living person to reach.
Then Ling Yue released her hands and said, “The cervical spine is broken~ But that’s nothing to us vampires. See, your spine is already healing itself. In about two minutes, you’ll be able to stand up again… But within those two minutes, Little Fengling, you can’t move~”
Just as Ling Yue said, Little Fengling collapsed completely on the bed.
Her brain was still sending commands to move her limbs, but all those signals were blocked at the broken cervical vertebra.
They couldn’t get through at all.
Now the only things she could move were her eyeballs and her mouth.
‘Why… what does Sister Ling Yue want to do… why does she have to go this far today… why… I’ve been so good…’
‘No matter what Ling Yue does to me, I’ve obediently accepted it… I’ve accepted everything… I’ve completely accepted Ling Yue’s sick love!’
Next, Feng Ling stared at Ling Yue with eyes full of confusion and despair.
The latter slowly leaned down and bit open the side abdominal muscle below her left rib—the part that hadn’t been touched yet.
At this moment, Little Fengling’s vision grew more and more blurry.
Still, she could barely make out Ling Yue lowering and raising her head above her.
Each time she lowered, she took something away.
But she could no longer tell if it was biting, sucking, or kissing.
Finally, just before losing consciousness, she saw Ling Yue lift her head and smile at her.
“Little Fengling, from today onward, you’ll stay inside me forever~ Hehehehe… How about it? Doesn’t it feel wonderful?”
And when the vampire loli’s consciousness drifted away like a snapped thread, Ye Lingyue stopped completely.
She carefully looked at the Little Fengling in front of her… or rather, the pile of unnamable things that used to be called Feng Ling.
“Now you’ve become like this~ Sister will help clean you up.”
As soon as she spoke, Ling Yue raised her hand and cast a spell on the bed.
Immediately, a large blood mist gathered and rapidly coalesced into a brand-new Little Fengling.
But while the flesh could be repaired, the soul that had passed on could not return.
“Haha… Little Fengling is back again~ Now, not only is Little Fengling outside, but Sister also has Little Fengling inside her~”
Next, Ling Yue carried Feng Ling to the castle’s bathroom.
After gently placing Feng Ling into the bathtub, she took off her clothes, stepped into the water with her long, fair legs, and began to gently bathe Feng Ling.
“We need to take a nice bath~ After the bath, we’re finally going to get married! Hey, Little Fengling, I prepared a wedding dress for you~”
However, Ling Yue still couldn’t resist and started mining Little Fengling.
At the same time, she did the same thing to herself.
A few hours later, Ling Yue carried Feng Ling out of the bathroom.
Then Ling Yue took out the wedding dress she had ordered custom-made several months ago.
Pure white satin.
The upper body was a fitted strapless design.
Two trailing ribbon bows were sewn at the back of the waist.
The skirt had five layers of tulle, and the outermost layer was embroidered with dense red patterns by hand.
It took her over an hour and a half to fully dress Feng Ling’s body—which had already lost all signs of life—in that wedding dress.
When the zipper got stuck at the lower back, she took out a needle and thread, made two temporary stitches, and used a seam ripper to pry open the stuck teeth one by one before pulling it back up.
No tailor had ever sewn so carefully… because if a tailor made a mistake, they could just start over.
But she only had this one Little Fengling; she couldn’t afford to sew a single wrong stitch.
After putting on the wedding dress, Ling Yue carried her to the mirror.
In the mirror were two figures, one big and one small.
One wore a white shirt stained with blood, and the other wore a pure white wedding dress.
Ling Yue had braided Little Fengling’s hair into a fishtail braid hanging over her left shoulder, tied with a white ribbon at the end.
Her expression was peaceful, as if she were just asleep.
“Does it look good?”
Ling Yue whispered in her ear.
But Feng Ling didn’t answer or tease like she used to.
Then Ling Yue took a step back and pulled out the ring that had been kept in the jewelry box…
Ling Yue had made it herself, without any craftsman…
And she had polished the facet for three nights.
The engraving was a few Blood Clan Script characters that Ling Yue had first drawn on paper and then transferred to the silver.
They just so happened to be Xu Fengling’s name.
She slipped the ring onto Feng Ling’s left ring finger, then took another identical ring from the box and put it on her own left ring finger.
“We’re married~ Little Fengling… Hehehehe…”
Ling Yue pressed Feng Ling’s ring-bearing hand against her own cheek, gently rubbed it, then twirled the ring half a turn with her fingertip.
“You see, Sister promised you… I’ll never leave you~”
After saying that, she lay down on Feng Ling’s chest.
First, her shoulders trembled lightly, then the trembling gradually intensified.
“Why did Little Fengling have to say something like that… why… why didn’t you keep resisting me… why didn’t you tell me to stop…”
Ling Yue buried her face deeper into Feng Ling’s neck hollow, then forcefully squeezed Feng Ling’s ring-bearing finger, leaving red marks on the satin of the wedding dress as she rubbed her forehead against it.
“Clearly… if you said one ‘no,’ I could have stopped… why did you have to be so obedient… so good…”
Then Ling Yue lifted her head, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.
Yet on that tear-soaked face, her mouth began to curve upward very, very slowly, cutting ruthlessly through the tear tracks, carving out a face that had completely lost control and twisted beyond recognition.
“But it’s okay… now you’ll never make me sad again~ From now on, we’ll live a happy married life in this castle! Hehehehe… Hehehehe… Ahahahahaha!”
In the end, Ye Lingyue burst into wild laughter.
After laughing, she pressed her face against Feng Ling’s cold lips, and at the same time, in the mirror, the two identical rings gently overlapped.
“Good night, Little Fengling. See you tomorrow. Be sure to have sweet dreams~”
The tear that fell from her chin onto the corner of Feng Ling’s eye slowly seeped into the roots of her eyelashes along her now non-twitching eyelids.
It was as if that face had cried on its own.