I leaned on his shoulder, frowning with a mix of irritation and anger as I asked, "Are you... are you not talking about sex?"
"Of course not!" He finally suppressed his laughter, pretending to be serious and noble. "What I meant by bedtime exercise is taking a bath, lying in bed, closing your eyes, and then falling asleep."
Is this the bedtime routine of vampires? Did I misinterpret it? "That's no different from what ordinary people do!"
He pressed his forehead against mine, casually and slowly twirling a strand of my hair around his slender fingers, and said softly, "I just wanted to tell you that a vampire's bedtime routine isn't any different from a human's, so you don't need to be afraid."
"Oh!" Why do I feel like I'm being played?!
He tugged at my hair and brought it to his nose, sniffing it.
This action was really bizarre. Ever since he walked in, he's been sniffing me all over. Is this vampire born in the Year of the Dog?! But even those born in the Year of the Dog wouldn't act like this, right?
Just as I was pondering this, he looked up and casually asked, "Margie, it seems like you're plotting something mischievous against me, huh? Hehe... Is your bedtime exercise sex?"
I rolled my eyes at him. So conceited—who would plot anything against him?
"You already know what my bedtime routine is, don't you? You were in my room last night!" Especially since he scared me by holding a heart!
He narrowed his eyes, a peculiar glint flickering in them, and a smile lingered on his lips, though it was devoid of any warmth. "Hmm, what I remember is you and Dene kissing, looking like you couldn't bear to part."
Was he trying to scare me because of that incident? "Are you jealous?"
He pursed his lips. "I'm not!"
Refusing to admit it, clinging to his pride! "By the way, I'd like to take a tour of your baron's castle. Show me around!"
He sighed dejectedly, as if he wanted an explanation about Dene. "I'm a bit tired and want to sleep for a while. Vampires are very vulnerable during the day, and besides, I've been thinking about you for so long that I haven't had a good night's sleep." He shook his head helplessly. "Of course, it's also your fault for thinking about me all the time. There's always something about you that calls to me, making me think of you unconsciously."
How did this end up being my fault again?!
Well, it is true that I've been thinking about him too much. "In that case, go ahead and sleep."
"Then will you stay with me?!" He looked at me with those blue eyes, like a clear blue sky after the rain, pure and untainted, with an extra high voltage that kept sending shivers through me. Still, he put on a melancholic and heartbroken expression and said, "But you're the one who made me lose sleep. You have to stay with me to heal the wounds in my heart."
I glanced at his chest, afraid he might pull out a heart again to show me, and hurriedly nodded. "Okay, okay, I'll stay!"
"Then let's follow the steps, okay?"
He sure has a lot of rules! "What steps?"
"First, take a bath, and then lie down in bed."
I quickly grabbed my clothes and protested vehemently, "I... don't want to take a bath right now."
I had already decided that even if I slept, I would do so fully dressed. It felt safer that way. My heart was no longer under my control, and if my body surrendered too, it wouldn't just be a bad deal—it would be a complete loss!
He raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "But I remember you did quite a bit of exercise before coming over. After sweating, there's a peculiar smell."
No wonder he kept sniffing me all over! It was because I had been sweating. I sniffed my workout clothes and indeed, there was a peculiar odor, but it wasn't that unpleasant. He didn't have to keep sniffing my hair like that, did he?
"Then... you go first!"
He suggested in a low, alluring voice, "Let's take a bath together!"
"What?!" I didn't want to repeat those two words, and I was afraid I might bite my own tongue. Bathing with a vampire was definitely not a fun experience. I could already imagine myself lying in a bathtub filled with blood, screaming in fear. I couldn't help but shudder. "I don't like taking a bath with others. You go first."
"Fine, ladies first!"
"Hehe, okay!" I didn't care who went first, as long as it wasn't him and me together!
He took my hand and led me into the dressing room, which was already filled with all kinds of women's clothing, dazzling and abundant, making my eyes dazzle. This dressing room was twice as large as the one Dene had prepared for me!
He walked over to the sleepwear section and casually picked out a red silk nightgown. "The task of changing clothes was supposed to be handled by Lisa, but you probably wouldn't like being attended to by her."
A baron is a baron, after all—even changing clothes requires someone to assist him?!
But he's a grown man, after all, with all his limbs intact and as strong as a lion. Surely he doesn't need someone to help him get dressed, right? Besides, that vampire woman is clearly someone with deep desires—who knows if she'd take the opportunity to grope him all over.
I shook my head. Damn it, what am I thinking?!
He pushed me into the bathroom, and strangely, I saw his reflection in the mirror!
"Lionel, you have a reflection?!"
"Yeah, is there something wrong with that? You have one too!" He pursed his lips, clearly thinking I was overreacting.
"Uh... nothing!"
After he closed the door and left, I locked it and began to undress.
In the mirror, my figure was slender and graceful, as if carved, my skin as smooth as jade, with a healthy pink glow and a comfortable warmth. I shook out my loose, wavy hair and smoothed it down, making my face look even more stunning against the backdrop of my slightly curled locks.
Looking at my reflection, I frowned and couldn't help but reach out to touch the mirror. Could it be that there's something wrong with the mirror?