According to the theory Rion shared with me, vampires don't have reflections in mirrors. So why does Lionel have one? What's going on here? The mirror was smooth and clean, with nothing unusual about it. I shook my head and decided to stop pursuing this unanswerable question.
I turned and walked toward the bathtub, filled it with warm water, opened the cabinet, and grabbed the body wash... As I lay in a pile of bubbles, feeling so comfortable that I was almost dozing off, I suddenly heard the sound of water splashing. The water in the bathtub overflowed, and when I opened my eyes, I saw someone lying at the other end of the tub, with a dazzling smile, as radiant as a demonic disaster.
"Ah—!" It's a ghost!
The next second, my scream was abruptly cut off as his kiss sealed my lips. My heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to leap out of my chest. I held my breath, not daring to move, staring wide-eyed at his handsome face so close to mine. His hands gripped my shoulders, and if his slender nails were to emerge, my delicate skin would instantly be marked with ten bloody gashes, bleeding profusely...
The kiss didn't get a response from me. Disappointed, he finally furrowed his brows and let go of me, chuckling, "Margie, you should breathe, or you'll suffocate!"
Oh, I needed to breathe!
"Uh..." I stared at his lips, moving as he spoke, and only when I saw no fangs did I let out a long sigh, calming myself. "You... how did you get in here?"
"Invisibility! Don't you remember? I went to your fitness center invisibly, and no one could see me!"
"So you have that ability too?!" I forced a dry laugh, steadying my nerves, only to realize that not only was his physique amazing, but he was also completely naked, his firm chest muscles fully exposed!
"Your... your clothes?" It suddenly occurred to me that after I had taken off my clothes, I had been staring at the mirror in confusion. Had he seen everything? "Ah—I don't want to live anymore!"
How am I supposed to live with a vampire like this? There's no privacy at all!
"Margie, what's wrong? Do you need to wear clothes to take a bath? What do you mean you don't want to live? Do you want to become a vampire? I can make that happen!" He looked at me in surprise, his voice low and seductive as he whispered, "Actually, we should talk about the matter of the Embrace."
"Who wants the Embrace?! No, I'd rather die than become a vampire!" I sharply refused.
Seeing his eyes darken, I corrected myself, "Fine, a member of the blood clan, not a vampire!" Even though he refused to admit it, he was still a vampire. Even if he had a reflection in the mirror, that didn't make him human.
Love is absurd, like a wolf falling in love with a sheep. If he were to get furious, he'd definitely tear me apart and devour me. I'd better be careful!
I jumped out of the bathtub, this high-risk container, and wrapped myself tightly in a bath towel, eyeing him warily.
He stretched his body with calm composure, looking down at the fluffy bubbles in the bathtub, no longer glancing at me. His tone turned cold, "Margie, do you plan to remain this wary of me?"
"I..." I just couldn't help being cautious.
"When will you finally trust me?"
"I..." Of course, I trust him, but it depends on the context.
I am absolutely certain that he survives on blood and that he hides a ferocious side. I had already witnessed both when I first met him.
He sighed, looking up at me with melancholy. His expression not only showed his heartbreak but also broke the heart of anyone who saw him.
"Margie, I thought you gave up your friends and life for me because you loved me!"
Seeing him like this, I suddenly realized I had overreacted. But it wasn't entirely my fault—he had appeared so suddenly, and I was so frightened that I couldn't help but scream.
"I'll trust you when you stop sneaking in while I'm bathing!" I muttered, pulling open the door. "I'm going out first. You can bathe by yourself!"
He didn't respond, the silence eerie. Not even a sigh or a breath could be heard. In the bathroom, only my breathing remained, making me feel as if I were the only person in the world, suddenly feeling suffocated.
Are we fighting?
Is his silence equivalent to a cold war?
I wandered around the room and made my way to the vintage-looking record player. I moved the needle, and a gentle, slow cello melody began to play. The tune was unusually lonely, imbued with deep melancholy. I shook my head and moved the needle away again.
"Don't you like that piece?"
I gasped, turning around to see him standing there, dressed in a striking red robe, his reddish-brown hair unruly and slightly damp. "You... when did you come out?"
"Just now."
"Please don't appear out of nowhere. At least make some footsteps!" I was really worried he'd scare me to death.
He chuckled and shook his head, "Alright, maybe I was too impolite."
I didn't expect him to back down. I smiled slightly, "It's also that I don't fully understand your habits, but it'll get better! Lionel, you won't force me to let you drink my blood, right?"
"No."
I let out a sigh of relief.
But then he added playfully, "However, I do crave it. If you're willing, I wouldn't hesitate to choose the perfect spot to bite." As he spoke, he reached out and hooked his arm around my waist.
I quickly leaned back, dodging his hand as it reached for my neck.
"Margie, haven't you noticed how soft your waist is?" He leaned closer, his nose brushing against my face as he sniffed, murmuring, "You are so soft, so warm, so fragrant, so sweet..."