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The sunlight seemed to have sucked the soul out of Daphne, and she didn't come to her senses until they reached the dining table.
Miller squinted at his sister sitting next to him, holding a cup with dim eyes, and gestured for Louis to go and pull the curtains.
The loss of sunlight's reflection made the translucent blood suddenly turn dark. Daphne's consciousness seemed to be awakened by the darkness. She looked at her brother with a complex expression, a mix of loss, confusion, and hopelessness. Miller had seen this expression once before, when he held Daphne in his arms and fed her a cherry.
"What's wrong, Daphne?" His voice was soothing. "Can you tell your brother why you're so upset?"
Daphne tapped the cup in her hand with a silver straw, the crisp sound of metal and glass merging and melting into her blood.
She asked in a muffled voice, "Brother, why do we hide during the day and come out at night... is it also because of the Family disease?"
Miller had a natural expression and nodded in acknowledgment, "Yes."
As the sound fell, there was silence at the dining table. Daphne looked up at Miller, who was still sitting there, his fingers interlocked on the table, looking at her intently.
"Big brother... I'm still scared," she said, clasping her hands together.
Miller opened his arms and suggested with a smile, "Perhaps Flora needs a hug from her big brother?"
Daphne did not refuse. She watched as her brother stood up from his position and walked over to her, then bent down to embrace her.
Feeling supported, Daphne felt her chest swell, and she wrapped her arms around her brother's back, not wanting him to leave.
Miller simply held her by the waist and lifted her up like a child, taking her back to his seat, and then had her sit on his lap as if they were having a midnight meal.
"Do you want some more? Flora didn't even finish half of it earlier," he gently stroked Daphne's hair and asked in a warm voice.
Daphne leaned her head against her brother's collarbone, closed her eyes, and quietly shook her head in response to his question.
Miller patted his sister's back, signaling for Louis to remove all the food from the table.
He didn't pick up Daphne, just let her lean against him, seeking the sense of security that kinship brings. Daphne kept her eyes closed, and under her brother's gentle patting and stroking, she actually fell asleep without realizing it. The hand clutching her brother's shirt also lost its strength and went limp, falling onto her own leg.
Miller moved his upper body and caught Daphne's arm just as it was about to slip off, finally lifting her up from her seat in his arms.
"Go help Flora choose a personal maid," he ordered Louis as he strode away from the small dining room. "I want to see her by Flora's side before midnight the day after tomorrow."
"Yes."
In Daphne's room, it was pitch black. No candles were lit, and the curtains were not drawn, but the darkness did not affect anyone's ability to see in this castle.
Miller put his sister on the bed, slowly unbuttoned her clothes, and ran his fingers over her tender, snow-white skin, then paused, staring in a trance at her full breasts.
"So beautiful, hmm... all mine."
He seemed to be filled with wine, his voice mellow and alluring, somewhat like the whisper of a devil.
Miller changed her into a nightgown, sat by the bed, supported her head, and placed a soft pillow behind her head.
Even though she had fallen asleep, Daphne's brow remained lightly furrowed with unease. Today's experiences had been a bit much for her.
The current state of anxiety and confusion can be attributed to Miller.
Originally a newborn bloodline of human beings, without a father as the original guide, her only brother deliberately led her thoughts in the wrong direction. The subconscious and the impact of the new world easily made her feel out of place here. But at the same time, her unease and anxiety could easily be diluted by the company and comfort of those around her.
Miller's patience has never been very good, and he prefers to make Daphne depend on him and not be able to leave him in the fastest way possible.
He quietly watched his little sister sleeping for a while, lightly caressed her cheek with his left hand, and prepared to leave.
"Brother..." the girl on the bed murmured softly, "Don't go... brother."
The sudden declaration made the previously silent atmosphere come to a halt, causing Miller to freeze in his tracks. He turned to look at Daphne, who still had her eyes tightly shut, evidently just muttering in her sleep.
Miller bent down and embraced her shoulders, his breath gently brushing against Daphne's exposed skin, leaving a rose-like mark of possession on her collarbone.
Daphne had a very strange dream.
She dreamed that she was lost in the deep mountains.
The sky was gray, the sun was not visible, and the mountains were shrouded in mist, as if it was about to rain. She didn't know what time it was.
A fierce beast was chasing her, and she ran for a long time, so long that her shoes were worn out. The soles of her feet were scratched by the sharp stones and branches on the ground, and her blood stained the ground, but the beast still did not let her go.
It could have caught up to her and bitten her neck long ago. But it didn't want her to die like that, it just wanted to wait until she was exhausted and completely hopeless.
"Who will come and save me... save me..."
Daphne stopped in her tracks, leaned against a tree trunk in pain, and slowly knelt down on the ground, crying helplessly.
"Roar—" The beast caught up and impatiently roared, as if urging her to keep fleeing.
Daphne was stunned by the roar, her ears ringing. The fear of impending death made her shiver, frozen in place, her mind blank.
Who will come and save me?
The beast could see that she was at the end of her rope and had given up on this chase. With a kick of its hind legs, it lunged at her vulnerable neck.
Daphne Desperately facing the approach of death, a dazzling white light flashed before her eyes.
Warm blood gushed from the thick fur, splattering onto the tree trunk, dry leaves, and her face, even some entering her left eye, staining her vision red.
Daphne gasped for breath as if a drowning person had regained air.
The man standing in front of her had his back to her, moving with graceful ease, more like a gentleman of leisure. With her only functioning right eye, she could only see his strong, reassuring arms and his slightly tousled light brown short hair.
He raised his wrist and placed the dagger near his mouth, as if tasting the blood on it with his tongue.
Click
Daphne accidentally stepped on a dry twig at her feet, the sound startled the man, and he finally remembered the young girl standing behind him, turning his face to look at her.
Gazing into each other's eyes, Daphne stared blankly at the pair of shining deep red eyes and the two unmistakable fangs in his mouth.
"Brother...?"
That person seemed to pause when he heard her call. Daphne leaned against the tree trunk, stood up, took a few tentative steps forward, and then her fair hand touched the person's arm.
A sudden strong pull, and she was caught by the wrist and pulled in front of this man. Her chin was firmly held by his fingers, and Daphne blinked away the tears in the corner of her eyes, wanting to see the man's face clearly, but suddenly everything went black.
She was kissed by this man as she lowered her head.
The sharp fangs and long tongue brought with them a chilling temperature as they crazily explored her warm mouth, forcing her tender little tongue to dance along. Daphne had never experienced anything like this before, and didn't even know how to breathe. Soon, her entire face flushed with a rosy hue, her eyes as if washed by clear spring water, a mist covering them.
"No...hmm, don't do this, hmm~"
She struggled slightly, her eyes showing a peachy blush. This emotional posture stimulated the tall man in front of her, and soon, his breath was taken away again.
He casually threw the dagger into the soil, his large and slender hands with rough calluses slowly unzipped her skirt, caressing her smooth and graceful waist, moving up to her back, and unfastening her delicate bra.
As her chest loosened, Daphne felt her fullness released, feeling both fearful and inexplicably anticipatory about what was to come. A strange warmth began to rise below, and her whole body softened in his embrace.
"No, no... can't... mmm!"
Her head arched back like a swan, and the man buried his face in her neck, deeply inhaling and using his cold, wet tongue to lick and suck. Finally, he bared his fangs and pressed them against her thin skin, just a bite away from the hot, pulsing veins.
Before the intense stabbing pain, Daphne forcefully opened her light purple eyes, her chest heaving wildly as she took deep breaths.
"Is Flora awake?"
Miller was buried in her neck, and the cold breath sprayed a soft, spring-like airflow.
Her pupils focused, and the blurry figure in front of her gradually became clear. Daphne rubbed her eyes and reached out to hold the man's head pressed against her.
Miller followed her lead and lifted his head slightly, his arm resting on her side. His handsome face, resembling a Greek statue, and his slightly flirtatious eyes could break many young girls' hearts.
"Good morning, how did you sleep last night?"
Roughly just woke up, his voice still a little hoarse, his fingertips gently rubbing the skin beside her eyes, making Daphne unable to help but recall the man in her dream.
Thinking of that fear and passion... Daphne came to her senses, ashamed to find herself softening under her brother's normal touch.
She turned her eyes away, not daring to look directly at her brother, and asked softly, "What were you doing to me just now?"
Daphne had basically shed the cautiousness from yesterday and when they first met, and the effect of him spending almost a whole day with her yesterday was quite significant.
Miller smiled and didn't answer. He stood up from the edge of the bed and went to help her pull up the curtains. It was only now that Daphne saw that behind the curtains of her room was not a large window, but a small balcony.
The sky was a light black, and a few bright stars could be seen hanging on this huge curtain. Night had arrived.
Daphne took a long breath and let go of all the frustration from yesterday, then sat up.
"Flora, did you dream about our brother yesterday?" Miller leaned against the edge of the bed, casually shifting her question.
"Dreaming about my brother?"
Daphne immediately recalled something, her face blushing, and she vehemently shook her head, denying, "No! I didn't dream about my brother!"
Miller squinted his eyes and chuckled meaningfully, deliberately asking, "Didn't you dream about your brother? Why did you make that sound?"
Daphne felt the scorching heat spreading from her head to her whole body. She dared not think about what sound she made in her dream, and stammered with her face covered, "I didn't! I just, just dreamed that a wild beast was going to eat me, that's why I was scared."
Miller The smile faded, and he gazed at her thoughtfully, his deep eyes asking, "A wild animal?"
"Yes, in the mountains inside, I don't know if it's a bear or a wolf."
Miller After listening to her description, he looked a bit puzzled, "A bear?"
Daphne Nodding, she looked at her brother through the gap between her fingers, "Yes, what's wrong?"
Miller looked at her in silence for a moment, then a smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth: "It's nothing, I was just thinking that if Flora dreamed of her brother, he would definitely rescue you from any danger."
Her brother's words made Daphne heart skip a beat, thinking of the man who had saved her in her dream.
While she was daydreaming again, Miller walked to the bedside and pulled her into his arms unnoticed. As her heart raced, he lowered his head and bit her on the face.
Daphne felt the wet and numb sensation on her face, panicked and pushed his chest, "Brother?!"
Miller stepped back gracefully and said, "Daphne, you should go bathe and freshen up. You fell asleep directly yesterday, and now your neck and face smell bad."
"It was clearly my brother who bit me!"
Daphne blushed and retorted that she still smelled good even without taking a shower.
Miller laughed, backed away from her room, and said, "Brother, go back to your room and work. You can play in your own room before midnight, or go for a walk outside. Just don't get lost."
"Wait, big brother!" Daphne called out to him, then shyly tugged at the blanket and asked, "Can I come to your room later?"
"You can, but big brother has to work, so Flora can only stay outside... Does Flora like big brother so much? Big brother's room is much more boring than your room."
"I don't like my brother at all!"
She seemed to be struck by something, angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
Miller dodged the pillow and joked, "When the little pig is hungry, come to big brother Louis for some... nutrient solution." Another pillow flew over, but this time it missed again.
Miller really left, Daphne suppressed the urge to chase after him and got out of bed to pick out her clothes for the day, then she ran to the bathroom holding the clothes.
"Phew—" the scalding steam steamed her cheeks pink and miraculously calmed her restless mood.
After changing her clothes, her stomach began to act up again, just like yesterday. Thinking of her brother's teasing smile when he called her a little pig, Daphne blushed and paced back and forth in the small hall.
She held a pocket watch in her hand, but her eyes were fixed on the large pendulum clock in the hall. The swinging of the pendulum stirred up her heart, making it impossible to drive her brother's smile out of her mind.
Anyway, my brother said that if I get hungry, I should go to his room and look for Louis.
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