Mo Yidong looked at the furious Xia Yu and patiently tried to calm him down.
“Don’t hold it in. Holding it in too much isn’t good for your health.”
As soon as Mo Yidong finished speaking, as if anticipating the killing intent in advance, he firmly grabbed Xia Yu’s right calf the moment he attacked.
Seeing Xia Yu’s fierce expression, he calmly said:
“Did you think before acting that this is a classroom? Damaging public property means you have to pay compensation. If any students see you fighting and report you to the Student Affairs Office, you’ll get a warning.”
Xia Yu tried to pull back his right leg but found Mo Yidong’s strength was like that of a bull—he couldn’t kick him, nor could he retract his leg.
“Let go! Everyone’s gone anyway, no one’s here to see you get beaten!”
Xia Yu was in a particularly bad mood and wanted to vent on someone.
The person in front of him was conveniently reckless with his words.
The moment Mo Yidong released his leg, Xia Yu threw a punch at him but was deftly dodged.
“Your aura is very chaotic.”
“None of your business!”
Seeing Xia Yu’s unpleasant mood since coming back, Mo Yidong realized that reasoning calmly with him wouldn’t work.
“What happened?”
“None of your damn business.”
Mo Yidong dodged the punch swinging toward him and accidentally hit a sharp corner, cutting a small scratch on his arm.
“Stop, stop, stop. Let’s call a truce first. I’ll bandage the wound.”
When Xia Yu saw the blood trickling from Mo Yidong’s arm, it emitted a strangely sweet fragrance.
A deep, instinctive craving to suck blood surged from within him, almost causing him to pounce.
The next moment, Xia Yu suddenly recalled what the black-haired youth had mentioned, immediately clutching his aching chest and slipping out of the classroom.
Mo Yidong frowned deeply at Xia Yu’s strange behavior.
He had a bad feeling, hastily grabbed a tissue to staunch the bleeding, and followed after him.
The evening sunset cast a dim yellow hue over the teaching building.
Mo Yidong guessed that given Xia Yu’s current state, it was impossible for him to leave the school.
Sensing the flow of energy inside the building, Mo Yidong followed it upstairs and found a cluttered corner filled with miscellaneous goods, where a slender figure was lying on its side.
If other students saw this, it would be a disaster.
Mo Yidong saw Xia Yu panting heavily, with four sharp fangs clearly grown, sitting alone and exhausted in the corner, looking especially miserable.
“Seems like you really like this scent.”
“I don’t.”
The delicate female voice trembled slightly, obviously struggling to suppress the urge to feed on blood.
“Do you want some?”
“No, I don’t. Stay away from me.”
Standing before Xia Yu, Mo Yidong looked down at the small braid, the delicate and slender egg-shaped face clad in an ill-fitting school uniform, forehead drenched in sweat, hands hugging the fragile body tightly—he looked very distressed.
“But the expression in your eyes is completely different from what you say.”
Seeing Xia Yu’s bright red eyes, resembling a demon’s, Mo Yidong thought that any ordinary person would have been scared off by now.
The sweet, alluring scent was right in front of him, yet Xia Yu’s human heart told him he didn’t need such a thing.
He experienced the agony of Transformation into a female almost every month.
The breast swelling and the shrinking of his ‘little guy’—each change eroded Xia Yu’s pride as a man.
At the worst times, he couldn’t even distinguish his true identity or gender in reality—whether he was male or female.
Xia Yu hated his body deeply and, clinging to the small dignity left in his masculinity, he forced himself to keep going.
“Did you take your medicine today?”
Xia Yu had gone to re-certify his race in the morning and forgot to take his medicine after quarreling with Mo Yidong.
“No.”
The increase in his vampire powers meant the restrainer tied at his hair tips no longer controlled his body’s changes.
Looks like he needed to get a new one next time.
“How about not taking it anymore?”
The pain hadn’t eased, and Xia Yu stared wearily at Mo Yidong.
“No, you go get the medicine for me.”
Mo Yidong was the only person present who could be ordered around.
Xia Yu looked up and showed a worried expression toward him, a feeling that was surprisingly new.
“Where did you put your medicine?”
“In my backpack.”
“Wait here.”
Having transformed into a girl, wearing an ill-fitting school uniform and sneakers, and no bra underneath, going out like this was definitely not an option.
Mo Yidong went to get the medicine as instructed.
Only then did the air around them revert to the usual dusty scent.
Xia Yu gradually realized that somewhere deep inside, he actually liked Mo Yidong’s blood.
It was like a switch—just smelling it triggered a reaction.
Such a bothersome feeling; from now on, even wanting to beat him up wouldn’t be possible.
Mo Yidong returned to the classroom, searching for the medicine while his mind was full of questions.
He couldn’t understand why communication was so smooth when Xia Yu was a girl but so difficult when both were boys.
Did Xia Yu have two personalities?
It didn’t seem like it.
Mo Yidong rummaged through Xia Yu’s backpack and accidentally spotted a relatively new A4 Paper.
He glanced at it, frowned, then put it back.
“I’ve got your medicine.”
Mo Yidong didn’t immediately hand over the medicine.
Before doing so, there were a few things he wanted to clarify.
Some words he needed to say clearly to Xia Yu.
“After you change back, can we have a proper talk?”
Xia Yu blinked, tiredly mumbling:
“What do you want to talk about?”
“First, are we close?”
After all, they’d known each other since childhood.
Xia Yu murmured softly:
“Close, I guess…”
“Then why are you so cold to me?”
Xia Yu paused, staring at Mo Yidong’s troubled face.
“Didn’t we agree to be friends, brothers even? Why did you lie to me?”
As if holding back for a long time, Xia Yu’s anxious expression showed that he had bottled these words up inside.
“Sorry, it was just instinctive…”
Xia Yu had always been alone, relying only on himself, unused to sudden concern from others.
“Don’t say sorry to me.”
When he got hurt before, he just slowly healed himself.
Even when troublemakers came, he handled it alone.
Xia Yu lowered his head, not wanting to see Mo Yidong’s anxious look anymore.
“Won’t happen again.”
After Xia Yu spoke, Mo Yidong continued:
“Where did you go this morning?”
“I went… to the Race Certification Office for re-certification.”
Xia Yu truthfully told Mo Yidong where he had been, then saw him place the medicine in front of him.
“Are you hungry? Want a bite?”
Xia Yu stared at the unhealed wound on Mo Yidong’s arm, which still carried a faint aura, and swallowed secretly.
He wanted to, but…
“The staff said if I suck too much blood, I’ll fully become a vampire and can’t return to being human.”
“Don’t want to become a vampire?”
Xia Yu shook his head.
“I’m used to being human this lifetime. Changing identities and having to adapt would be too troublesome.”
Whether it was habits, abilities, or a female body, all of these were too hard for Xia Yu to accept.
“It’s okay. I’ll be with you.”
A somewhat familiar conversation.
This moment suddenly made Xia Yu feel like he was seeing his old big brother, stirring a slight flutter in his heart.
Maybe this is friendship—the so-called brotherhood.
The next second, Xia Yu smiled shyly.
“Why are you with me?”
“If you run into any problems or difficulties, we can solve them together. Two are better than one.”
Seeing Xia Yu take his medicine, his condition and complexion much improved from before, Mo Yidong said:
“I…”
“But you have to promise me, no matter what happens in the future, never lie to me again.”
“Got it.”
Xia Yu scratched his head.
After clearing the air with Mo Yidong, he felt much more at ease.
“Also…”
“What else?”
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