How to Keep a Vampire - Chapter 11

With a dizzy head, the little bat squeezed through the window.

Aiming to avoid alerting the enemy, Shi Yu reduced his speed with extreme care, but he never expected that he would end up falling straight to the ground from the window.

The fall was remarkably direct, with zero cushioning.

How embarrassing.

He was truly operating his body based on instinct and was not yet proficient in using his bat form.

Fortunately, the floor was covered in a soft carpet, so even though he landed directly, Shi Yu was not injured, and the carpet dampened the sound of his landing.

It wasn’t the right time to revert to human form, so Shi Yu scanned the bedroom from the perspective of a bat.

His body had become smaller, and the world had become larger.

The decor in the bedroom was vastly different from his own; old wooden tables and rough, full-length curtains.

[Wow]

Lan Yin expressed his incredulous surprise.

Shi Yu frowned in confusion, “Lan Yin, is there something special about this room?”

[If I remember correctly, the furnishings in this room have quite a history. This was Wen Si’s original room in the ancient castle.]

[Why does he still keep this bedroom exactly as it was, not even changing the furniture?]

Even furniture that was popular and of good quality would become worn and decrepit after being weathered by time.

Wen Si wasn’t short of money now; there was no need for him to wrong himself.

The little bat’s wings spread, and he flew slowly toward the bed, struggling to land beside the pillows.

Wen Si had a perfect physique, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, yet he was sleeping now without a shred of defense. His black eyes, usually filled with aggression, were closed. He lay on the bed, covered by a blanket.

Some people exude oppression even in their sleep.

Shi Yu let out a deep breath.

Regardless, today he could count as having done something sneaky.

Fortunately, Wen Si was asleep; he didn’t have to admit to this dark history.

People with the ability to enter dreams are rare, and their methods and mediums for entering them differ.

Shi Yu had heard Lan Yin say that for some, the medium was actually a kiss—a kiss filled with love meaning that to enter someone’s dream, one had to fall in love with them first.

By comparison, Shi Yu felt his own medium was quite acceptable.

Heartbeat.

He needed to master the heartbeat of the person whose dream he wanted to enter.

The little bat stopped flying. He tucked his wings against his back; the distance was short, and he could just move slowly.

Shi Yu lightened his claw-steps and walked to the side of Wen Si’s neck, preparing to burrow under the blanket so he could touch his heartbeat.

Then, he froze.

Wen Si’s neck was a cold, condensed white, his shoulders broad and exposed outside the blanket. The blanket covered his chest down to just below his knees.

His black hair was spread out carelessly, and his handsome face, combined with his bare skin, looked quite scandalous.

Very, very scandalous.

It felt as though his late-night arrival at Wen Si’s bedroom had been pre-arranged, and he had come to do something inappropriate.

The above is Shi Yu’s assessment.

No one had told him, and no one had ever had the opportunity to sneak a peek at Wen Si sleeping.

Wen Si was actually sleeping naked!

Is it really more comfortable to sleep without clothes?

His Highness Shi Yu did not understand.

So, if he wanted to touch his heartbeat, wouldn’t that mean directly reaching out to touch Wen Si’s chest?

Although he had no personal intentions, this was still, to some extent, a behavior of taking advantage of someone.

The little bat pondered seriously for a while and, as if making up his mind, stood at the very top of the blanket.

His body was covered in snow-white fluff, his head was round, his eyes were big and round, and between his small white wings, one could faintly see the protruding pink bone joints. One of his small wings touched the upper edge of the blanket, trembling as it propped itself up and burrowed inside.

Beneath the small wing was Wen Si’s chest.

Shi Yu had no intentional meaning, but he still inevitably touched it.

He touched it completely.

His chest rose and fell with his breath. Wen Si had indeed developed very well over these thousands of years; his muscles were powerful and distinct, as if he could crush a small bat with one hand if he used even a little force.

Moreover, he was too nervous just now, and his wing, burrowing inside, accidentally stretched out just a little too far.

It touched exactly on a certain protruding point.

Shi Yu: “…”

Shi Yu froze again.

If he were a human, he could probably bear witness to blushing in a second.

“Thump, thump,”

Beneath the chest was a beating heart.

He had mastered Wen Si’s heartbeat.

The content of a dream primarily originates from what the owner of the dream is dreaming, or what they are repeatedly thinking about; it does not mean one can completely read the other party’s memories.

The halo in front of him contained shadows, the sound of a fire burning crackled, and his blurred vision gradually became clear.

Shi Yu was currently in Wen Si’s dream, as an invisible spectator.

Wen Si could not detect him, and he could not interfere with Wen Si.

The sound of burning came from a fireplace; this was the ancient castle from three thousand years ago, with the familiar furnishings.

“Lan Yin.” The youth’s voice carried the drowsiness of one not yet fully awake.

Shi Yu’s brow twitched; this was him.

To be precise, it was the him of the past.

The little duke was leaning against the sofa, his chestnut curly hair dragging long behind him, a scene of messy beauty. His upturned posture revealed his fair neck, and his eyes were covered with two strange things.

Seeing that the butler Lan Yin did not respond, he was about to call out again when his hand was grasped by another hand, one with well-defined joints and unhealed wounds on the back of the hand.

“You’re here…” Shi Yu’s eyes were covered with something, so he couldn’t easily open them. His tone carried a bit of dependence and petulance: “Why didn’t you answer me when I called you just now?”

The other party remained silent, merely gripping Shi Yu’s hand a little tighter and standing before him.

Compared to the Wen Si of the present, the one in the dream was far from having today’s stature and aura. He was a teenager of seventeen or eighteen, wearing the clothes of a manservant in the castle, with some scars on his face.

Pitiable and destitute, like a little puppy that had just been picked up by a kind person.

Shi Yu could not see Wen Si’s expression, but according to normal circumstances, being kept in the castle as a blood slave and ordered around by him, Wen Si must have been enduring and biding his time.

After all, the Shi Yu of that time could be considered to have been… forcibly brought back to the castle by him.

Moreover, Shi Yu did not know how to take care of people; he just randomly chose a bedroom for him and ordered a few things to be noted.

“Forget it.” The little duke in the dream seemed to give up on pursuing the matter and ordered him around domineeringly: “Bring the thing for my eyes from the table to change it; these two pieces on my eyes are already dry.”

Lan Yin remembered.

[Baby, I know when this is.]

[During this time, I scoured many novels from human kingdoms for you, probably about a story where a princess and a knight fall in love, and finally slay an evil dragon. But unlike the traditional image of an evil dragon, this dragon respects the princess, and when the princess is sacrificed and about to fall into the water, he saves her. More importantly, the knight approached the princess with a purpose; he used the princess to threaten the dragon, only then seizing the opportunity to kill the dragon.]

[The final outcome is the same as the traditional impression: the princess and the knight returned to the kingdom and were praised, and the evil dragon was eliminated.]

Shi Yu sighed, “That really is a sad story.”

[Yes!] Lan Yin continued: [So you cried after watching it at that time, secretly crying all night. The next day your eyes were red and a little swollen.]

Fortunately, someone gave him a gift, something to apply to his eyes, to reduce swelling and replenish moisture, and it could also make the skin better.

So the little duke accepted it gladly.

However, in the memory of that day, there was no appearance of Wen Si.

At that time, he must have thought that this person was Lan Yin.

There was no answer, but the little duke heard the sound of the other party’s movements, and continued to obediently lean on the sofa, squinting his eyes.

Footsteps walked behind him.

The little duke thought for a while, and continued: “When you take these two things off my eyes, do it slowly, don’t touch my eyelids.”

Lan Yin was actually very attentive, but sometimes Shi Yu would still remind him.

Shi Yu’s words were authoritative, but his small face carried a sense of laziness, his pointed chin lifted slightly, and the way he ordered people around was always accompanied by an air of arrogance.

Yet, the tone of the little duke toward people he was familiar with held a hint of softness; he probably didn’t even know that he sounded like he was acting spoiled.

Offering favors to him should be a kind of enjoyment.

There was still no response, but he could feel the other party’s fingers approaching him; then, the weight on his eyelids lessened, and the other party did not touch him at all during the process.

From the perspective of a spectator, it was even more direct.

Shi Yu clearly saw Wen Si’s careful movements. His pitch-black eyes, which were filled with resentment when he was first captured as a blood slave, were now a calm, deep pool, and could even be said to be sincere, offering favors to him.

The youth’s face was lifted, his skin fair and smooth, his small, straight nose tip, and his long, crow-feather eyelashes were still stained with the moisture left from applying the treatment, like butterfly wings dampened by the morning dew.

Wen Si’s hand was a bit unsteady, but he still managed not to touch his eyelids.

Next, he picked up the replacements lying on the small wooden round table. This time, his movements were even more careful, finally placing the two pieces on Shi Yu’s eyes.

“Hmm, so comfortable.” The little duke sighed with satisfaction; he never stinted on praise, “Well done.”

Wen Si, who had been calm just a moment ago, stiffened after hearing this praise.

His hand had not yet fully withdrawn; it was now suspended in mid-air, motionless, appearing somewhat comical.

After a long while, he acted as if he had returned to normal, withdrawing his hand as if nothing had happened.

The dream paused on the shallow smile at the corner of the little duke’s mouth.

The scene changed, as if going to another world.

Wen Si’s dream changed again.

The background had become the hall.

Shi Yu was sitting on the throne, the light shining on him through the slits of the rose window, his small face appearing extraordinarily soft under the halo, and to the upper right of his nose bridge was a shallow little mole, which was now glistening.

“Your Highness, this is today’s fresh blood bag.”

Lan Yin presented it with a cup, the exquisite cup shining with golden light, inlaid with a ruby, which set off the red of the blood.

The blood clan had been criticized for cruelty since ancient times; they treated humans as food reserves at will, and countless humans died because their blood was drained.

Shi Yu was the blood clan nobleman who took the lead in drinking blood bags.

There were two sources of blood for the blood bags. One was trade, where one party drew blood and the other provided rewards; the other was artificial blood and capsule substitutes that had been invented and developed. These were all methods brought up by Shi Yu to gradually eliminate disputes between humans and the blood clan.

“Mm.” Shi Yu supported his jaw, opening his eyes expectantly.

Naturally, the taste of the blood bag was not as good as fresh blood, but the blood bag Shi Yu had been drinking recently was very delicious.

“The blood bags for the past few days have been the blood of the same person, right?” Shi Yu said with certainty.

“Yes.”

Shi Yu was a bit curious: “Who is it?”

Lan Yin did not hide it, “It is the half-blood clan that Your Highness brought back before.”

Shi Yu: “…”

The little duke did not expect this, and was somewhat surprised.

“Since Your Highness likes it, you can embrace him later and make him your exclusive blood slave.”

Lan Yin was still suggesting, but Shi Yu felt full of guilt.

The half-blood clan member was still a little kid, and Wen Si also had the fluffy ears he liked best; little puppies were so cute, it wasn’t right to do such a cruel thing.

The sweetness on the tip of his tongue instantly became bland.

The little duke drooped his eyes, ordering: “Don’t send Wen Si’s blood again tomorrow, change to other blood.”

“Okay.” Lan Yin had always listened to His Highness, and soon stepped down to find substitute blood for Shi Yu.

A large part of the reason why Wen Si’s blood was delicious was that he was a combination of a high-level blood clan and a human; his blood was inherently fatally attractive to the blood clan.

This substitute was not easy to find.

“Sigh…”

The little duke had a very good appetite these past few days, and his meals were very hearty; his cheeks were even rosy, but unfortunately, there would be none from tomorrow on.

Shi Yu was placed in the kaleidoscopic images, his brow furrowed.

Something was wrong.

In the pictures of this dream, only Shi Yu and Lan Yin appeared, and the most indispensable thing for entering a dream is the owner of the dream.

Soon, Shi Yu’s doubts were answered.

After Lan Yin left, the figure hiding by the door stepped out—the youthful figure, pitch-black eyes fixed straight on the little duke on the throne, while that person was frowning and lost in thought.

If it were not for the perspective of a spectator, Shi Yu would never have known that Wen Si was once like this.

In the dark corner where he could not see, Wen Si’s gaze was thick, locked firmly on the little duke, the emotions in the depths of his eyes churning, as if he were about to swallow him whole.

This was just the tip of the iceberg.

Perhaps,

it was countless moments he had never noticed.