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After some days, hanze personally raised him bridal style and took him to his room and on top of his white bed.
But when he dropped jimeng, the youth refused to let him go, he wrapped his hand around Hanze's neck and they stayed like that.
Electric blue eyes stared deep into nightsky eyes coldly but the youth was unfettered. He had resolve!.
Hanze suddenly sighed. If Anying had this type of resolve, he would have long given up.
"I won't stay alone!. He would come back for me!. ". Jimeng complained pouting.
Hanze opened his mouth. He wanted to rebuke jimeng but got interupted before he could talk. He felt a presence behind him.
"Hm?, What is this scene?. I should join in, no?.". A deep seductive voice was heard.
Hanze tried to pry himself but he was stuck. "I told you he'd come back.". Jimeng supplied.
Heck!. Where did this brat get his strength from?. "Let me go and I'll deal with it.". Hanze said.
"Deal with what?.". The voice asked and suddenly pressed Hanze's body down to lay on top of him. Thereby pushing jimeng further into the bed.
He felt like he was suffocating!.
"Stop it.". Hanze said to the naughty ' ghost '.
"Why should I hm?. Gimme a solid reason why I should?." The ' ghost 'spoke out.
Jimeng finally exceeded his limit of patience!. This guy was really going to get it!.
"Enough " he said... " ENOUGH!". . He added again and the two men in the room had the audacities to get suprised.
Jimeng used this, their moments of suprise to push them off of him. Then he proceeded to run out of the room.
.* Bang! *.
He locked them in. They could kill themselves for all he cared!. Hmph!.
Hanze's face morphed into that of extreme coldness . " the brat .". He said .
" Hm .". The ' Ghost ' hummed and suddenly morphed into the person of a blonde with blood red eyes.
He immediately took Hanze's hands and pinned his wrists together above his head. "I'll take care of him.". He added.
"Get lost Raphael.". Hanze gritted out. "More like he'll take care of you". Hanze added the last part after a good minute of Raphael just staring at him.
Finally, Raphael released his wrist without doing anything, (as if he'd force himself on someone *eye roll* ) then he bowed like a proper butler would, hand on his chest and said.
"I'll be leaving now.". It meant. Do not ever come to me for help ever again.
Hanze could read it in the atmosphere. So against his will, he said while exposing his neck.
"Do whatever you want."
Yet Raphael the brat had the audacity to decline. "I'm sorry but I have duties at the manor to attend to.".
"Tsk.". Hanze tsked and poked his neck instead... Blood flowed down and he didn't have to call the blood sucking creature twice.
Hanze gripped his hair as Raphael's blade like fangs cut his skin and blood continued to flow into his mouth.
"Be careful. You might not be able to resist his smell.".Hanze suddenly said when Raphael didn't seem to want to part with his neck.
you know, his blood was like an aphrodisiac to the vampire.
"Hm~sweet... Don't worry... Mm-just relax..".
Hanze continued to stare back at the ceiling, while Raphael drank his fill. He didn't care. Should people perish or not. What was even his business with someone's safety?.
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