Chapter 1201
The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (79)
She immediately wrapped her arms around herself in a posture of insecurity, turning her head away and refusing to look at him.

Arthur’s gaze grew gloomy. He had many methods to force her to look at him.

But he couldn’t use any of them.

He suddenly asked with restraint, “Your parents, did a Blood Kin kill them?”

Bai Weiwei jerked. She looked at him in panic, hands tightly clutching her skirt. The corners of her mouth drew upwards.

Finally, she spoke with an icy tone. “So what? Can you Blood Kin care about how a human died?”

Arthur’s fingers gripped the door, nearly breaking it. He endured his rising irritation. “Of course I don’t care.”

Bai Weiwei glared up at him, her anger, ready to explode.

Yet he continued, “But don’t you care? When did they die?”

Her parents seemed to have died very early.

The school records clearly listed her as an orphan.

Bai Weiwei: “You don’t care, so what are you asking for? It can’t be that you think they can still be avenged?”

Arthur repeated, “You care.”

Bai Weiwei: “What does it matter to you that I care.”

Arthur paused. Suddenly, his expression grew gentle. “What you care about, naturally I care about.”

The corners of Bai Weiwei’s mouth stretched outwards. She seemed to be unable to understand his sudden fit of insanity.

Arthur spotted a strand of her hair that had fallen to her shoulders, and he couldn’t help but raise a hand to tidy it for her.

Bai Weiwei immediately watched him vigilantly.

It was such a guarded, uneasy look.

Arthur’s expression dimmed. He carefully suppressed the stir of emotions in his body.

He tried to speak gently. “Sending you to trial and letting you suffer a fright was my mistake. Don’t be angry.”

Him, a dignified Blood Kin prince, treating her this way was already considered acting extremely humbly.

But Bai Weiwei didn’t show an ounce of appreciation. She laughed coldly. “I thought you couldn’t wait to execute me, a sinner who disobeyed you in everything.”

Sharp vexation disturbed the calm in Arthur’s eyes.

He gazed upon her, seeming to have many things to say.

But finally, he only said one thing.

“If you hate Blood Kin only because your parents were killed, then I will settle the account for you.”

Saying that, he immediately turned around and left.

There wasn’t a trace of reluctance.

But where Bai Weiwei could not see, his tranquil gaze rippled with a contradiction of joy and pain.

He clenched his fists, fearing that he would look back again.

That he would be unable to resist hugging her, getting close to her.

In front of her, his self-control was too weak, and suppressing himself became the most difficult feat.

But he also knew, he didn’t want to scare her anymore.

He didn’t want her to cry, or have nightmares.

While Bai Weiwei was eating dinner, Arthur suddenly walked in, donned in a black coat.

His long hair was tied, and his coat was trimmed with gold, looking luxurious and refined.

It further emphasized his icy and arrogant nature.

He bent down and, not allowing any refusal, he picked her up from the chair.

Bai Weiwei was completely unable to resist as she was carried to the great hall.

There, several low-ranking Blood Kin knelt, trembling.

Arthur sat down on his chair. Bai Weiwei sat on his lap, trapped in his arms and unable to struggle.

“Say it ba.”

The Blood Kin below exchanged glances, unwilling to speak.

Arthur sneered. He didn’t even budge, and those Blood Kin were already writhing on the ground in agony.

“I’ll say it! We killed them. We were passing through the slums and suddenly wanted to go hunting for fun, so…”

Another Blood Kin continued, “So many humans were killed.”

The game of hunting humans was a favorite pastime of Blood Kin nobles.