How to Keep a Vampire - Chapter 5

In this way, last night, his dream was not entirely just a dream; at the very least, it was half-realistic.

The super gentle blood servant in his dream could not be associated with Wen Si no matter how he looked at it, especially since he seemed to have even rewarded the other party.

Life is not easy, Shi Yu sighed.

“Butler.” Looking at Ger’s young face, Shi Yu truly could not bring himself to call him “uncle,” especially since he himself should be older than the butler. “Could you take me to see Wen Si?”

Under normal circumstances, Ger would absolutely not talk much with a spy sent by a Prince, and most of the time, the other party would not even survive until the next day.

“Follow me.”

“Okay,” Shi Yu replied obediently.

Since his strength had not yet recovered, he could not expose his identity. Thus, as a gift from the Vampire Prince to Wen Si, as well as a spy for the Blood Hunter clan…

Shi Yu had a sudden flash of inspiration and cleverly found a persona for himself—

A well-behaved blood servant.

Following Ger, Shi Yu arrived in front of a door.

[Baby, this was once your study.]

Ger knocked on the door and said, “Your Grace, he wishes to see you.”

“Come in.”

Ger opened the door for him. “Please, enter.”

I do not know if it was just an illusion, but he seemed to see a strange look on the butler’s face a very incomprehensible expression.

Shi Yu frowned slightly.

Inside the study was another world; rows of bookshelves stood still in this space, and on the shelves were neatly arranged books, distributed according to their own rules.

Shi Yu’s gaze swept across the bookshelves before he saw Wen Si sitting on a wide, soft couch.

The light from the half-opened ceiling fell inside, like thin threads outlining the contours of Wen Si’s profile. His jawline was accentuated by shadows. His appearance belonged to the intense-featured type, and the curves of his brows and eyes were sharp. However, at this moment, his attitude was gentle, a fusion of cold rigidity and softness, like a magnificent oil painting.

A very contradictory person.

But in his eyes, Wen Si’s excellent appearance was clearly more attractive to him.

[The study hasn’t changed much, but there are more types of books.]

Wen Si was flipping through a book in his hand, and the sound of the pages turning was particularly obvious in the silence.

“Come here.” His lips curled up into an obvious arc, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Shi Yu did not respond immediately; the fragrance wafting through the air made him daze for a moment.

There was no one else in the study. He walked straight toward Wen Si, curling the corners of his eyes, and called out: “Wen Si.”

As a well-behaved blood servant, would one call Wen Si directly by his name?

Probably not, but Shi Yu did it anyway.

Wen Si shifted his gaze from the book in his hand to his face, his eyes full of scrutiny.

“I heard you wanted to see me.”

“Mm.”

Shi Yu nodded. He pointed to the wooden box he was holding; the gemstones inside were shining brilliantly, reflecting light as if his own eyes were flashing as well.

“Did you send this to me?”

It couldn’t have just happened to be placed on the table, or meant for him to just look at.

Wen Si chuckled, meeting Shi Yu’s expectant eyes, and nodded as he wished.

“Mm, sent to you.”

The little bat Prince’s heart was having a carnival, but on the surface, he only smiled.

“Thank you.”

Little did he know, Wen Si retorted, “Just a thank you?”

Shi Yu: “…”

[I advise you to thank him quickly; thank him for the qualification to offer gemstones to you. In the past, you might not have even been able to cut in line.]

[A thank you is not enough, hmph, this is truly turning the world upside down.]

Shi Yu’s brows furrowed. His exquisite face looked innocent and harmless, but the tilted corners of his mouth also vaguely contained a bit of mischief.

His lips curled, and a sincere look filled his eyes.

“Aren’t you tired of standing? Sit.” Wen Si gave him a deep look.

Shi Yu looked at the soft couch. He should have had the habit of putting a soft couch in the study before; he knew from experience the joy of lying on his stomach to read.

However,

Who could tell him why this couch was so small?

Could he not afford a bigger one?

The already small couch was piled high with books, and Shi Yu could not find a place to sit. He glanced lightly at Wen Si’s long legs.

“There is no room.”

Wen Si did not believe him. “There is.”

“Can’t you find it?”

Shi Yu blinked, not understanding the implication.

Suddenly, he felt the person in front of him pull his arm. The other party just hooked him lightly, and he fell downward. By the time Shi Yu reacted, he was already sitting on Wen Si’s lap.

His body was too thin; he was pulled down as soon as he was tugged.

He felt uneasy and subconsciously wanted to get up, but underneath him was a firm feeling of restraint.

Shi Yu sat sideways on Wen Si’s lap. Wen Si’s right arm was across in front of him, wrapping around his waist with neither too much nor too little force. He could feel the heat through his clothes. There was no intent to offend; his left hand was still holding that book.

“Isn’t this room?” Wen Si said lightly.

As his voice fell, his right hand lifted to rub the youth’s slightly curled chestnut short hair. Loose strands of hair fell in front of his forehead, making the youth’s pointed chin appear even smaller.

Like a kitten whose neck was being held, Shi Yu still wanted to change to a more comfortable sitting posture.

“Don’t move.”

The arm Wen Si had wrapped around his waist slowly applied force, and Shi Yu really did not move.

Noticing the youth’s stiff spine, Wen Si’s hand pressed slowly toward the back, confirming that the youth’s back was leaning against his chest.

As the distance closed and he felt the temperature of the person behind him, Shi Yu’s stiff body slowly relaxed.

A bit of confusion emerged in the depths of his eyes, but it was soon resolved by a new thought.

It is popular for vampires and blood servants to get along like this now.

[It is not!]

[He is just a scoundrel, let the baby go!!!]

Lan Yin’s anger meter soared,

The fragrance from just before was close at hand. Shi Yu licked his lips, his eyes unable to stop landing on Wen Si’s slender neck. But just as he lowered his eyes, he was attracted by the book in Wen Si’s hand.

To be precise, it was not a book, but a handwritten record.

“Good-looking?”

The distance between them was too close, and Wen Si’s breath sprayed on his earlobe, burning and ambiguous.

Shi Yu looked at the words on the record book and did not speak.

“The Prince spent the day reading in the study today; the Viscount praised him for being diligent and hardworking.

The Prince finally has some drive; I feel very gratified.”

“Sigh, the Viscount came to check on the Prince’s progress with his studies suddenly, and as a result…

He discovered that the Prince was not diligent in his studies in the study.

The Prince is reading Extreme Pampering: Don’t Run, Little Substitute Blood Servant…

The Viscount ordered the confiscation of the 381 books of this type that the Prince treasured, and the Prince is very depressed.”

“The Prince’s mood has improved

Because I secretly purchased the latest books for him, filling the bookshelves.

Making the Prince happy, I really am a perfect butler.”

And so on, filling the thick record book.

Shi Yu looked at the signature at the very bottom.

Lan Yin.

His butler.

Shi Yu’s skin was very thin, and his emotions were reflected very quickly on his face.

He thought it was already embarrassing enough.

Facts told him: Surprise, there is something even more embarrassing.

Wen Si closed the record book, and the cover had a few neat characters.

His Highness Shi Yu’s Thousand-Year Daily Life Notes.

Serialized up to eight hundred years old.

“Lan Yin, do you have anything to say?” Shi Yu was like someone demanding an explanation.

Lan Yin stammered, explaining in a low voice: [I heard that human emperors all have specialized officials to write daily life notes for them, used to record the Emperor’s words and deeds.]

So Lan Yin also wrote one for him.

Shi Yu was not really angry.

But why were all the recorded events embarrassing ones?

What did the pot of the Vampire Prince Shi Yu have to do with him, this human Shi Yu?

Shi Yu lost his train of thought, and Wen Si pinched his waist as if in punishment, “Didn’t you notice, your names are the same?”

“What a coincidence.” Shi Yu did not know what to say, only asking him: “You and this Prince know each other?”

Hearing his question, Wen Si rubbed his face. The feel of the youth’s face was extremely good, soft and tender, as if it were created by pouring milk.

“Of course.” Wen Si seemed to be reminiscing, his mouth pulling into an arc: “Haven’t you heard? The rumors outside all say that the last thing he did before falling asleep was to kill me.”

Kill him.

Shi Yu’s hands trembled for a moment.

“Some say he is already dead, but I don’t believe it; sleep always has an awakening.”

Wen Si asked him back: “What do you think?”

Shi Yu felt that Wen Si’s words just now had too much impact and he still hadn’t been able to understand them until now. He wanted to speak but stopped. “Mm.”

Shi Yu suspected that Wen Si must have taken him for a plush toy because he rubbed his hair again.

“There are still some, do you want to keep reading?”

As he spoke, Wen Si had already pulled a book directly from a pile of books on the side.

No surprise, it was the same as the one just now.

His Highness Shi Yu’s Five-Hundred-Year Daily Life Notes.

Lan Yin, do you really have to write this? TvT

Wen Si did not give him a chance to answer at all.

Turning to the first page.

“The Prince received a gift today; it is a rare green tanzanite.

Although the Prince only looked at it for a few more moments, he held it tightly and wouldn’t let go after the person who offered the treasure left, which shows he likes it very much.”

Shi Yu: “…”

Wen Si’s words were suggestive. He looked at him and said: “Don’t learn from him; you have to be thankful when you receive a gift you like very much.”

“Oh.” Shi Yu nodded.

How helpless, asking him not to learn from his former self.