Heartthrob: The vampire princess doesn't want to be a stand-in

The dark night sky enveloped this dazzling city with glittering lights, on the open-air rooftop by the river.

The laughter of the crowd formed a sharp contrast with the quiet residential area opposite.

Evelyn drank glass after glass of wine, and she seemed to know no fatigue.

I didn't know what it meant to be drunk, but I instinctively drank up all the wine in the glasses.

Vincent frowned, and the people around him who were making a fuss gradually died down.

A few people who knew how to read people’s expressions also stopped the people who kept pouring wine for Evelin.

They communicated cautiously under Vincent's oppressive look.

Seeing that the wine glass was empty, Evelin lit a cigarette and seemed to see Lilith's face again while puffing smoke.

She is high above everyone else, a true princess.

She is just a self-degrading and abandoned substitute.

Garland in the corner finally couldn't bear it anymore and walked forward quickly.

He wanted to force Evelin over, but was stopped by Vincent.

Garland looked at Evelyn angrily, feeling extremely conflicted.

He just couldn't be angry with her, even though what she did was so ridiculous.

But he was just heartbroken.

"Good evening, Garland."

Vincent put away his single-minded focus on Evelyn, and met Garland's sharp aura with a feminine murderous aura.

As the two men confronted each other, there seemed to be crackling lights.

The oppressive feeling from the purebloods made everyone unable to raise their heads, with an inexplicable, deep-seated fear.

Everyone held their breath and hid far away; a war seemed to be about to break out.

"Evelyn come here."

Garland spoke, completely ignoring Vincent's bright smile.

Seeing that he was ignored, Vincent did not show any dissatisfaction or embarrassment, and always looked indifferent.

But when she heard those words from his mouth, her body still quietly hugged Evelin tightly in her arms.

He was afraid that Evelin would just leave him like this.

He knew very well that between him and Garland.

Evelyn would definitely choose Garland.

"Who are you? Get lost."

While thinking, Evelyn impatiently shook off Garland's outstretched hand.

Her words stunned everyone present, including Garland and Vincent in front of her.

The next second, Garland's face completely sank.

The pair of azure blue eyes seemed to be gloomy in the middle of the sea. On the other hand, Vincent, who had just come back to his senses from his daze, raised the corners of his lips and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Gallan, did you hear that?"

"My little princess doesn't seem to like you very much."

Then he spoke with obvious provocation.

"I'll say it again."

"Evelyn, come here."

Garland completely ignored Vincent's provocation and just stared at Evelyn in his arms with a gloomy face.

Evelyn drank so much alcohol, and Vincent just watched.

Evelyn's identity was misunderstood by the man just now, and Vincent did not appear in time to protect her.

If he were here, he would never let these things happen!

"This person is so noisy. It's so annoying."

"Vincent, take me home. I want to go home."

"My head hurts..."

Evelyn felt uncomfortable after feeling Garland's gaze that was like a knife stabbing at her.

She instinctively wanted to dodge, so she shrank back into Vincent's arms.

But in the eyes of others, it was just like Evelin was acting like a spoiled brat to Vincent, as cute as a kitten.

Vincent was so aroused by her that he picked her up and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he did not forget to give Garland another stab.

“This time she chose me.”

“It will be me in the future.”

Then Vincent quickly left in front of everyone's gaze.

Back in the room, Vincent gently put her on the bed.

He wanted to take off her clothes, but after raising his hand he hesitated for a long time and finally just covered her with a blanket.

After tidying up everything, Vincent sat down next to her.

He quietly watched her little face, and her deeply furrowed brows made his heart ache.

"hot…"

Suddenly Evelin kicked off the quilt and ripped the straps off her shoulders.

A large area of ​​snow-white skin was exposed in front of Vincent.

In just a moment, Vincent's lower abdomen, which had just suppressed the anger, suddenly surged with an unknown fire again.

"Evelyn, no."

Vincent turned his face away and firmly held down her hands as she was about to take off her clothes.

The area that had been swollen since a while ago was even more unbearable.

"No, I'm thirsty."

Evelin stood up with her eyes closed, her little hands grasping restlessly, the restrictive little skirt on her body making her very uncomfortable.

"No, little princess. I can't help it."

Vincent smiled bitterly at Evelin who was holding him down, wondering what he should do.

But Evelyn had no time to think at this moment, and buried her head in Vincent's neck.

He bit it and sucked his blood with satisfaction for a long time, not wanting to let go.

In a trance, she saw Lilith growing into a young girl, and her relationship with Vincent deepened as they spent more time together.

Although Anders and Vincent were at peace with each other, it seemed that Vincent had his own thoughts.

He decided to take the initiative to ask Ron to send him to study in the military school system.

While Vincent was in military school, because of the completely closed management, he was not allowed to go out and had no mobile phone or computer.

The two of them exchanged letters every day without interruption.

Evelyn could feel that Lilith's happiest moment of the day came from reading the letters sent by Vincent.

Her daily life was very fulfilling. She was interested in everything, and Ron tried his best to satisfy her.

There are so many things she wants to share, which can be seen from the densely packed words.

How much she missed him and how deep her friendship for him was.

It was three years later when I saw him again.

That day, on a breezy afternoon, Lilith returned home from school.

When she passed by the study, she saw the door was wide open, so Lilith took a furtive glance.

It was this one glance that ruined her youth.

It drove her entire teenage years crazy.

In front of the French window in the study, stood a tall and straight figure.

He is still the same person, but not the same person anymore.

He is taller and looks more gentle than the boy he used to be.

Now his back is straight and his arms are firmer and broader.

The skin is no longer as fair as before, but now has a healthy complexion after being bathed in the sun.

Vincent's facial features have grown, and the immaturity and shyness between his eyebrows have faded.

Instead, there is a sense of confidence with a hint of rigor.

He was wearing an ironed, wrinkle-free military uniform, and his long legs were perfectly accentuated by his military pants.

The bony hands were playing with the gun. The golden sunlight shone through the glass window, outlining the somewhat tough contours of his profile and adding a touch of softness.

He is such a man with the iron-blooded tenderness that is unique to a soldier.