Chapter 105: Are You a Vampire?

His lips gently pressed to her wound, sucking softly, then the coolness of his mouth lightly brushed over the tender spot. The sweet fragrance on his fingertips mingled with the faint metallic tang of blood, making a shadow pass over his eyes.

Meng Yi’er stared blankly at the man before her, her heart abruptly skipping a beat. The brush of his cool, thin lips against her fingertip sent a current surging through her, trembling and fierce in its intensity.

Reluctantly, his lips left her fingers. He slowly lifted his gaze, letting it fall on the young woman's flushed cheeks, losing himself for a moment in the sight.

He had prepared himself to be met with violence.

But instead...

She only blushed, gazing dazedly at him. She neither struggled nor transformed into a little wildcat, spitting and hissing.

Realizing this, Meng Yi’er’s heart leapt with delight, and he wished he could pull her into his very bones.

Time seemed to freeze.

Only after a long while did Meng Yi’er draw her hand back. Their palms, clenched tight from nerves, were slick with sweat.

Heavens, how could she show her face after this?

Meng Yi’er lowered her gaze, cheeks scarlet with shyness.

“You… vampire.”

Yan Yichen let out a soft laugh, his deep voice tinged with a hoarse, seductive quality.

“If I’m a vampire, then I’m one who drinks only your blood.”

Oh heavens, this man was dangerously charming.

He made her knees weak, her bones melt.

Calm down, don’t let yourself fall under his spell so easily.

Meng Yi’er cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to soothe her unruly heartbeat.

“I’ll do it myself,” she said, reaching for a cotton swab in the medicine box with her other hand.

But the moment her hand reached out, he caught it, a smile in his gaze, his cool voice gentle: “Let me…”

Meng Yi’er tried to pull away. “I can manage.”

But Yan Yichen had already taken the cotton swab. Drawing her injured hand toward him, he carefully cleaned and dressed the wound.

Meng Yi’er gazed dreamily at the man before her—at this moment, he was so gentle, so meticulous, even his cold and handsome features seemed to soften. He was nothing like his usual distant, proud self, who kept everyone at arm’s length.

“All done. Sit tight, I’ll make us dinner.”

His cool voice broke into her thoughts.

Meng Yi’er raised her eyes, looking at him with suspicion. “You know how to cook?”

He leaned in, lips curving upward, and Meng Yi’er instinctively leaned back.

“You’ll see soon enough whether I can or not,” he murmured.

Meng Yi’er pursed her lips, skeptical.

A man so accustomed to being waited on—could he really cook?

—

Half an hour later

Meng Yi’er stared, eyes wide, at the table laden with mouthwatering dishes, swallowing hard.

She had to admit, this was a slap in the face.

The colors, aromas, flavors—everything was spot on!

These dishes could rival those of any five-star hotel.

Yan Yichen watched her stunned expression and smiled in satisfaction.

“Try some,” he said.

“You really made all this?” Meng Yi’er was still doubtful.

If she hadn’t seen it herself, she’d never have believed it.

Yan Yichen arched a brow, lips quirking. “Who else?”

“Come on, eat. Aren’t you hungry?”

“Of course I’m hungry…” Meng Yi’er nodded, picked up her chopsticks, and took a bite. Yan Yichen watched her closely, searching for any hint of her reaction.

Anxiously, he asked, “Well?”