Adele wasn't sure how to fill out the form, but she did her best, filling in the blanks according to her understanding. Standing behind her, Molly observed closely. The form was filled out quite well, but Molly thought to herself that next time, Adele should leave it to someone else...
Normally, this form would definitely be returned for corrections.
However, the staff member took the form, saw the name "Adele Blake," and immediately put on a stiff, ingratiating smile. "Miss Blake, please take this slip to the payment counter on the second floor." Adele nodded with dignity, then picked up the slip and headed upstairs with Molly.
As they walked, Adele mused aloud, "I heard other girls in my grade complain that their maids always get hassled when dealing with the admin office, often to the point of tears. I thought this would be difficult too, but it's not so bad."
Molly couldn't help but inwardly snark: Maybe the admin office is tough on people, but they also know when to back down. As the heiress of the Blake family, you showing up in person is enough to make them behave.
After all, the incident with the school doctor during Adele's first semester had spread throughout the faculty. She had dealt with the doctor without consequence; surely, the staff wouldn't dare give her a hard time.
Once the payment was completed, Adele returned to her room. There, she began to pout. "Molly, don't go to the servants' quarters. Stay with me instead!" Molly, holding her small suitcase, was pulled back by Adele, who refused to let her leave.
Molly looked at her coolly. "Miss Adele, please don't make things difficult for me. Unlike you, I still need to clean and organize my room. Otherwise, it won't be livable."
Faced with Molly's cold gaze, Adele wanted to pout even more, but she reminded herself that she was the lady here. Even if Molly was a strong warrior, Adele was still her mistress—and not just her mistress, but her lover too. Acting all pouty in front of Molly would be too embarrassing. So, Adele reluctantly let go of the suitcase and tried to reason with her. "Then, when we're at Spark Farm, you'll share a room with me!"
Molly was about to refuse again when Adele continued, "You're already staying in the same suite as me there, and your little room is tiny and cramped, without even a bathroom. It's much more convenient to stay with me!"
Adele's argument made sense. Molly thought for a moment and realized that staying with Adele at Spark Farm wouldn't attract too much attention, so she sighed and agreed.
Hearing Molly relent, Adele was overjoyed, her lips curling into a pleased smile. Knowing that Molly was about to head to her own room, Adele hesitantly asked, "Can I have a kiss?" Drinking blood was likely off the table, as Adele knew from experience that it was a bit too much to ask for without proper preparation.
The first two times were done in a daze, but next time, there must be a proper ceremony!
Resolute in her decision, Adele couldn't help but crave a kiss. It had been over a month since their last kiss, and that time, Molly had kissed her. As her mistress, how could Adele always let Molly take the lead? No, she had to have her kiss too!
Molly thought for a moment. Since they were lovers, kissing was certainly appropriate. So she nodded.
Seeing Molly agree, Adele's joy overflowed. She pulled Molly down onto the sofa and then stood in front of her. Her hands rested on Molly's shoulders, and because it was Adele initiating this time, she couldn't help but grip a little too tightly in her nervousness. She quickly relaxed, afraid of hurting Molly.
Even though she knew Molly was strong, her habit of caring for Molly wasn't so easily broken. In Adele's mind, Molly was still the fragile person she needed to protect.
Looking down at Molly, who gazed back up at her, Adele was struck by how delicate and beautiful Molly appeared. Her black hair framed her face, making her look so gentle and obedient. Especially sitting on the sofa, hands neatly folded on her lap, Molly looked so endearing that it made Adele's heart melt.
As Adele leaned in, a few strands of her silver hair fell forward, brushing against Molly. The stark contrast between the white and black made them seem like the most harmonious of pairs.
"I-I'm going to kiss you now."
Adele swallowed nervously as she said this. Her words were a bit awkward, revealing her nervousness. But Molly simply nodded, continuing to gaze up at Adele with those dark, deep eyes. Adele loved Molly's eyes, especially when they reflected only her.
It made Adele feel like Molly was hers alone.
She slowly leaned down, watching as Molly's eyes gradually closed. Adele had read some novels and essays that said when kissing, both people should close their eyes. Though she didn't know why, Adele obediently closed her eyes as well.
Adele wanted to kiss Molly's lips, but she didn't have the courage. So she gently pressed her lips against Molly's cheek instead. Molly's cheek was warm, and the moment Adele's lips touched it, she felt a surge of warmth spread through her. She didn't know if Molly had felt this way when she had kissed her, but to Adele, kissing was a wonderfully sweet experience.
Adele wasn't experienced, and in this world, love in novels was pure, stopping at a chaste kiss. Descriptions of kissing rarely went beyond a brief touch of lips. Bloodline writers wouldn't spend too much time detailing the intricacies of a kiss; a simple "they kissed" was usually enough to end the scene.
Of course, there were also very graphic depictions, but those kinds of novels weren't something Adele could buy—they weren't available in the market at all.
So, like a novice, Adele ended the kiss as soon as it began. When she pulled away from Molly's cheek, her face was flushed, and her eyes were bright and moist. The experience of kissing left her feeling surprised and delighted.
But for Molly, it wasn't quite enough. The cool touch of Adele's lips lingered on her cheek, and she remembered how soft and cold Adele's lips were—like flower petals. The brief, light kiss wasn't enough to satisfy her.
As Adele began to pull back, Molly grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her back down. Adele's hair and dress fluttered as she found herself suddenly pinned to the sofa, with Molly leaning over her.
"Adele..." Molly whispered her name, without adding the usual "Miss," bringing them closer than ever. Adele's cheeks were flushed, making her look like a rose in full bloom, ready to be picked.
Molly said, "I want to kiss you."
Adele nodded. She wouldn't refuse, as she loved being close to Molly. But then she remembered she shouldn't be too eager and tried to play it cool. "Since you're asking so nicely, I'll allow you this time."
Molly didn't pay much attention to what Adele was saying and simply leaned down. Adele, expecting another cheek kiss, was surprised when Molly's lips met hers instead. Molly's lips were warm, and the direct contact of their lips felt much more intimate.
The sensation of the kiss was so wonderful that it caught Adele off guard. Her eyes, which had been closed, flew open in surprise, and she stared at Molly. But then she saw Molly's closed eyes, her dark eyelashes resting gently on her cheeks as she focused on kissing Adele.
After a moment of shock, Adele gave in to the kiss, closing her eyes again and letting herself be swept away by the feeling.
Molly, however, wasn't content with just a simple kiss. She deepened it, pressing her lips more firmly against Adele's, warming her cool lips. After a moment, she went even further, parting Adele's lips and teasing her sharp canine teeth with her tongue. Those pointed fangs were the most dangerous weapon of any Bloodline.
Molly's tongue brushed against them, making Adele shiver. She had to fight hard to control her urge to bite down because she knew Molly's blood was incredibly delicious. Her instincts screamed at her to sink her fangs in, but her rational mind reminded her that this was Molly—she didn't want to hurt her.
So Adele carefully retracted her fangs, afraid of accidentally cutting Molly. But Molly wasn't letting her escape so easily.
Normally, Adele's fangs wouldn't be able to cut Molly's tongue. After all, Molly's body was as tough as steel, with every part of her reinforced. But whether it was a deliberate choice or because she was lost in the moment, Adele's fangs managed to nick Molly's tongue, releasing a few drops of blood.
The sweet taste of Molly's blood on her tongue was too much for Adele to resist. She instinctively licked it up, swallowing it eagerly.
When kissing a Bloodline, this kind of risk is inevitable.
When the kiss finally ended, Molly pushed herself up. She looked down at Adele, who lay sprawled on the sofa, her hair slightly disheveled. Adele's crimson eyes glowed softly, her gaze unfocused.
At that moment, Adele looked like she was drunk.
Moli finally realized that vampires could have this kind of reaction when faced with blood that was too delicious. Was her blood really that good? Good enough to make Adele lose herself like this? Moli could still taste the metallic bitterness of blood in her mouth and, honestly, she didn't find the taste pleasant.
But Adele liked it—maybe even a bit too much.
As Moli thought about this, she felt a little more blood at the corner of her mouth and reached up to wipe it away. Just as Adele came back to her senses, she saw this and exclaimed, "Hey, don't waste it!"
The frugal young lady who hates waste.
Moli: It's really not necessary, honestly…