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

Lilith was a little afraid to recognize him.

At this moment, as if by telepathy, Vincent seemed to have discovered the person who was staring at him in a trance.

When he turned his eyes back, the figure that appeared before him was so unexpected that he couldn't help but be stunned.

But after a moment, Vincent came back to his senses.

He put down his gun and walked towards Lilith first, the smile on his lips still gentle.

The blue and black pupils no longer carry shyness and inferiority.

At this moment, the light flowed and filled Lilith's figure.

Lilith seemed to have not come back to her senses yet. The scene of Vincent walking towards her with a smile against the dazzling light kept appearing in her mind.

Is it a dream or an illusion?

"I am back."

"My Princess Liz."

Seeing that Lilith didn't say anything, Vincent smiled softly, no longer able to hide his longing for her.

He held her head and brought her into his arms, holding her tightly in his arms, afraid that she would disappear.

For three years, the person he had been thinking about day and night and depicting in his heart every day was now in his arms.

"Brother Vincent, welcome home."

Until this moment, the moment Lilith felt the heat of Vincent's chest.

She realized that all this was real.

He was no longer her illusion, nor was he the dream she had woven.

The boy she had been thinking about day and night had returned.

He shed his inferiority complex and immaturity and became a tough but tender-hearted officer.

Lilith's sorrow after not seeing each other for many years contained countless thoughts and words.

But, at the moment of goodbye, all it turned into was a simple sentence: welcome home.

"Awaited."

Vincent buried his face in Lilith's hair. The familiar scent gave him unprecedented peace of mind.

He thought that the moment he saw her, everything he had endured in the past three years was worth it.

At the end of the corridor, Garland turned and left with a gloomy face.

When he learned that Vincent had returned, he was also very happy and wanted to see his brother.

But when he arrived, this was the scene he saw.

This scene was very touching for him who always loved Lilith.

Too glaring and too cruel.

He couldn't hurt the two people who were most important to him, but he also couldn't accept it.

All he could do now was to escape and avoid any place where the two of them were.

As time flies, Lilith becomes more and more graceful.

She is different from ordinary ladies from wealthy families. Like the daughters of famous families, her every move is rigorous and elegant.

She is very free and unrestrained, not bound by any worldly rules.

I never care about other people's views and comments.

She lives only for herself and dares to love and hate for herself.

Pursue all that is sunny and bright.

She saw her change into motorcycle clothes and sneak out of Lanburg late at night.

By the time she reached the cliff road, Vincent had already delivered her beloved mount.

"This car has such great performance, what else can we compare with?"

A group of boys and girls surrounded Lilith enviously and looked at her motorcycle.

"You're too fond of Liz to even get such a perfect engine."

A boy teased Vincent, and Lilith smiled brightly.

"Thank you, Brother Vincent."

"As long as you like it."

Vincent smiled gently and stroked Lilith's soft hair.

The doting look in his eyes made Evelin completely certain that this was the look he often used when looking at her.

Lilith, wearing a fiery red tight-fitting racing suit, was running on the winding cliff road like a poisonous water snake.

The free and easy atmosphere actually made Evelin envious.

How she longed for such a life.

After finishing the race, Lilith finished first as expected.

Lilith just took off her helmet while sitting on the motorcycle, and Vincent stepped forward to take it.

People arrived at the end one after another and surrounded the two.

My friend who was traveling with me pressed the shutter button, and this beautiful moment was recorded forever in the camera.

Evelyn saw that Lilith treasured this photo very much, as she didn’t have many photos with Vincent.

There were no photos with such a relaxing atmosphere, so she put it in her diary and hid it in a small secret cabinet in the room.

Evelin suddenly felt that it looked extremely familiar. Wasn’t this the small door on the wall of her room that she had never opened?

"Little Princess..."

After a long time, Vincent's groaning sound was heard. He had sucked too much blood and felt a little weak, but he still couldn't release himself.

Vincent's breathing became heavier, and he finally turned over and pressed her under him.

Evelin still seemed unsatisfied, licking the remaining blood at the corner of her mouth with longing.

The small tongue traced across the lips and across Vincent's sensitive neck.

It was simply tempting Vincent to commit a crime.

"Don't regret it."

Finally, desire overcame reason, and Vincent kissed Evelyn's lips.

He kissed Evelin crazily, and the lingering kiss was like the end of the world.

The candles were extinguished and Evelyn's clothes were removed layer by layer.

Vincent kissed her neck and collarbone as if it were a holy object...

"elder brother…"

Suddenly, Evelin called softly.

The word "brother" immediately brought Vincent back to reality and he couldn't let it go for a long time.

Finally, Vincent got off her and covered her with the blanket.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, laughing at his own wishful thinking.

"I'm sorry, I'll wait until you're ready."

After thinking about it, Vincent gently kissed her forehead and hugged her in his arms.

"Go to sleep, everything will be over tomorrow when you wake up."

I don’t know what Evelin dreamed about, her expression was extremely painful.

Vincent’s big hands gently stroked her back, and he didn’t feel relieved until he heard Evelin’s even breathing.

"Hey, there's really nothing I can do about you."

"What should I do..."

Vincent looked down at himself, and couldn't help but sigh when he recalled the tone in which Evelin called him brother just now.

Even knowing this, he couldn't hate Evelyn.

Who made Vincent like to be such a jerk?

The next day, Evelyn took Vincent back to Lanburg.

After a brief greeting with Edward, Evelyn went straight to the room.

She pried open the small door on the wall and carefully took out the old notebook.

Evelin was a little nervous, as she had been peeking into Lilith’s life for so long.

For the first time, she felt that Lilith was so close to her.

She opened the notebook and found a yellowed photo in the middle.

Evelyn's hands trembled as she examined it carefully.

There was an intense sadness surging deep in my heart.

This kind of sadness and throbbing is just like the one I felt when I first met Vincent.

Although she didn't reject it, she felt uncomfortable for no apparent reason.

Looking at the photo, Vincent's temperament in the past is completely different from his temperament now.

She just felt uncomfortable for no reason.

She once asked Vincent who she was seeing through her eyes.