Chapter 52: Teasing

I was at a loss for words.

For some reason, whenever I met his bright eyes, my heart would be in turmoil, and the questions I wanted to ask were all stuck in my chest, unable to come out.

When did the great Margie become so weak-willed?

What's wrong with specifically guarding against him?

Is it acceptable for him to secretly use me to enhance his power, but not for me to wear some jewelry I like?

God, please give me a huge block of tofu so I can die from my own infatuation!

As I was cursing to myself, he reached out with his slender fingers, hooked my hair that was draped over my shoulder, sniffed it, and then kissed it lightly, frowning slightly as if in thought or trying to discern something. "Why do I smell grass on your hair? Where have you been?"

Grass? He could smell that? A vampire's nose is really more sensitive than a dog's!

"I... I slept on the grass in the park." Please, can you not get so close? I'm afraid he'll get hurt if he touches the necklace.

"Oh, no wonder it smells so fresh!" He raised the corner of his mouth and leaned in closer. "Margie, not seeing you for a day makes me feel like I'm missing so much." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly kissed my lips.

I wanted to push him away, but somehow, my arms were already pinned to the back of the sofa, immobile. My breath was filled with his cold, sweet scent.

Just as I was sinking into it, unable to extricate myself, he suddenly withdrew from my lips, kissed my cheek, and then slowly moved to my ear. A faint "click" sound, and he exhaled heavily, blowing on my ear, causing a tingling shiver, like an electric current running through my body...

Even a ghost would notice that his fangs had emerged!

"Lionel..." I called out in panic, afraid that his sharp teeth would scratch me.

"See? Even if you're wearing such jewelry, it won't hinder our intimacy."

Was that all he wanted to say?

My heart was pounding like a drum. Didn't he want to question me about my whereabouts during the day and about Benson? Why do I feel so oppressed?

Without waiting for my response, he commanded with a hint of coercion, "...In that case, take it off for now, okay?"

As he spoke, he slowly released my arms, his hand caressing along my arm, ambiguously tracing the outline of the necklace, making a light circle at my collarbone. His large hand pressed against the slender and delicate curve of my body, and in the midst of my tension and excitement, I was already completely touched.

My waist seemed to be bewitched, wriggling seductively like a snake under his teasing. The hem of my skirt was pulled up, and his hand moved up along my long legs...

I was breathing rapidly, but the strength in my body seemed to have been suddenly drained. My mouth was dry, and a fire was burning inexplicably. My heart felt like it had melted into a puddle, swaying dizzily, as if craving something, yet clearly afraid. "No, Lionel, don't..."

"Then tell me, what were you doing in Building B?" His enchanting voice, like a magical sound, echoed faintly in my heart.

I must have been really hypnotized, otherwise, I wouldn't be so eager to get closer to him. I gritted my teeth, suppressing the impulse in my body, and敷衍道, "I was just fooling around."

"Really?" He stared at me with his blood-red eyes, his fangs lightly rubbing against my cheek. "If you don't tell the truth, we'll go straight to bed, and I'll pour all my passion into turning you into my kind."

Damn it, is this his way of cross-examining me?!

"I... I really was just fooling around. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so bored as to press every floor and wander around."

He hummed suspiciously, clearly still not satisfied. "Then why did Winans call to tell me that a waiter complained to him that the baron's human life assistant had broken into Building B, room 5303, and was chatting with a vampire woman about sisterhood?"

"I... I accidentally ran into her. After wandering to 5303, the waiter came to deliver blood. When he knocked on the door, she happened to come out. She was a good friend of mine who died a few days ago, so we just chatted for a bit, and then I left. I really don't know anything else."

"Really don't know?" His blood-red eyes stared at me.

What kind of attitude is this? Does he think I'm easy to bully? Even though I killed Benson, as my boyfriend, he shouldn't suspect me like this!

Suddenly gathering my strength, I roared at him, "Lionel, don't you think this is a bit too much?"

I suddenly kicked him to the far end of the sofa, my face cold and stern. "I warn you, don't come near me again! Otherwise, I'll make you disappear from this world!"

He smiled helplessly, leaning back on the sofa, quickly retracting his fangs, the blood-red color in his eyes fading, and resumed his gentle demeanor. "Margie, I just wanted to know... Maybe I went too far, I'm sorry, can you forgive me?"

"I'll try?" I responded coldly, dragging the snack bag and sitting on another sofa. He laughed at my guarded movements. "What are you trying?"

"Trying to forgive you!" I raised my head at him mischievously, deliberately showing off the silver necklace around my neck as a warning. "Also, I really like this set of jewelry, I'm going to wear it for a few more days."

"Oh!" He touched his nose, as if there was a speck of dust on it, coughed awkwardly, and moved, trying to shift his burly body over.

I quickly raised my hand to halt him. He nodded understandingly and returned to his original position. "Alright then, how long are you going to try? Forgiving me should be easy, right?"

"Don't think that just because you're handsome, you can be forgiven. You were just... just... Hmph, it depends on my mood!"

After saying that, I glared at him. "Also, tonight I want to sleep like a normal human, so you better not disturb me!"