After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

At the banquet, the beautiful women smiled sweetly and gently raised the exquisite fans in their hands. In the blink of an eye, they boarded the same gorgeous carriage with the elegant and handsome gentleman.

Those ladies who were a little bolder brought with them a gust of intoxicating fragrance as they walked slowly.

They skillfully cast suggestive and seductive glances at the highly anticipated host of the party, but all they got in return was Vincent's silent smile and polite rejection.

And so the banquet went on and on, as if it would never end.

It was not until the second half of the night that everyone finally left one after another, feeling satisfied.

At this moment, the host of the banquet was already feeling a little overwhelmed due to excessive drinking. Vincent frowned slightly, as if he was trying his best to endure the discomfort brought by the alcohol.

He waved his hand nonchalantly, signaling to the servants who were about to come forward to serve him that they could leave.

He was the only one left in the huge bathroom. He slowly walked towards the bathtub which was more spacious than he could have imagined.

Vincent's whole body exuded a strong sense of fatigue and deep weariness, like a fallen leaf that had been drifting in the wind and rain for a long time and finally found a harbor to rest.

The moment he entered the bathtub and touched the warm water, he relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his body, and his entire body was completely immersed in the warm and pleasant water.

The water gently embraced him, giving him silent comfort.

Vincent's half-closed amber eyes were full of tenderness.

Next...it's time to wait for his prey to come to him...

A mysterious black figure appeared outside the bathroom door like a ghost. It was the funeral home.

He usually wears that eye-catching weird hat, but at this moment he rarely takes it off.

His silver hair looked a little messy and he was obviously feeling a little irritable.

He stretched out his hand and forcefully pushed back all the loose hair on his forehead, and then the pair of beautiful silver-green eyes were revealed in front of him without reservation. It was a pity that no one appreciated them.

"Vincent..." What should I do with you?

The funeral home murmured softly, revealing a complex and inexplicable emotion in its voice.

He seemed to see the figure in the bathtub through the door panel, with all kinds of unfathomable lights flashing in his eyes, including helplessness, confusion, and a hint of imperceptible joy.

This long banquet was undoubtedly a mental torture for him.

However, because of this, it gave the funeral home enough time to calm his impulsive mood and regain his calmness and rationality.

Vincent...had indeed always seen him...just like Claudia...

The figure appeared so clearly in the undertaker's mind that it seemed within reach.

But in the past, Vincent never showed any sign of abnormality...

Thoughts in the funeral home surged like a tide, and suddenly, a fragment of memory flashed from the depths of his mind - it was when Claudia passed away.

At that time, the little Vincent, who was only a few months old, had indeed witnessed and come into contact with himself.

However, as time passed, this past event was gradually forgotten by the funeral home and tucked away in the corner of memory...

"Ha!" The undertaker couldn't help but cover his face with one hand and let out a brief chuckle.

Yes, yes, Vincent has always been very smart, hasn't he?

The God of Death, who has always been arrogant and looked down on others, fell into the sweet trap carefully woven by humans step by step without realizing it.

This is really incredible, full of drama and irony.

This is really...

"How interesting~" Undertaker muttered to himself, his silver-green eyes flashing with irrepressible excitement and complex emotions surging like waves.

In the middle of the banquet, he finally realized: all of this was the result of Vincent's clever planning.

Even the seemingly flawed details revealed tonight were his deliberate means to lure you into a trap.

However, the undertaker showed neither anger nor sadness at the mockery he had suffered.

On the contrary, he felt a sense of sweetness deep in his heart.

It can even be said that at this moment he had never experienced such intense joy.

He was like a moth that flew towards the flame without hesitation, stepping into the tempting trap without hesitation.

All I want is to make the god who is high above and sitting in the clouds lower his eyes slightly, even if it is only for a moment.

This desire made him tremble uncontrollably all over, and intermittent laughter leaked out uncontrollably from between his fingers that were tightly covering his mouth.

After a long while, the funeral home gradually calmed down its agitated emotions.

"How can I not be obsessed with you, Vincent..." he murmured to himself, his eyes full of obsession and attachment.

Without any further hesitation, his figure swayed slightly and instantly became illusory.

Then, he easily penetrated the tightly closed door and entered the bathroom in the blink of an eye.

The bathroom was filled with thick white mist, making it hazy.

Thick steam filled the air, making the body of the funeral house seem to be covered with a thin layer of water, sticky... damp... even breathing could not help but be a little stagnant...

Vincent was squinting his eyes and leaning lazily on the edge of the bathtub, looking like he had fallen into a light sleep.

His hair, which originally covered his forehead, was gently brushed back, revealing his exquisite face without reservation.

Without the cover of his bangs, the original aggressiveness of his face suddenly stood out, inadvertently revealing a sharp edge and a bewitching charm.

The footsteps in the funeral home were as light as ghosts, for fear of disturbing the air around them.

Vincent had already noticed the slight noise as soon as it was heard.

He opened his eyes slightly, and the moment his gaze met the figure in the funeral house, an indescribable complex light quietly flashed across the depths of his eyes.

Vincent's originally handsome face looked a little red due to the dual effects of hot water and alcohol, as tempting as a ripe apple.

Those amorous yet ruthless peach blossom eyes were now staring at the funeral home in front of them with a half-smile, like a cunning fox examining its prey.

"Why are you here?" Vincent's voice was a little hoarse, mixed with a bit of laziness and a smile.

In response to his inquiry, the funeral home did not give any verbal response.

He approached Vincent step by step in silence, and only squatted down slowly when he was close to him.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" He carefully put his face close to Vincent's ear and whispered softly.

The undertaker's voice was low and gentle, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a subtle tremor hidden in the words.

With every breath he took, warm air continuously sprayed on Vincent's ears, causing the latter's white jade neck to be involuntarily dyed with a layer of light pink, just as tender and juicy as the petals of peach blossoms that just bloomed in spring.

The funeral home's gaze was fixed on Vincent, and the long-suppressed emotions deep in his eyes surged like a surging tide.

His gaze gradually shifted downwards uncontrollably, first resting on the delicate and smooth skin that was as pale pink as white jade, then following the graceful lines all the way down to... the perfectly slender...

Further down, it is hidden under the shimmering water and cannot be seen at all...but it makes people unable to help but imagine...

Vincent's body trembled slightly involuntarily.

However, instead of pushing away the funeral home that was close to him, he sighed softly as if doting on her, then slowly stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked the funeral home's silky hair.

"I won this game." Vincent's voice was as sweet as the sound of nature, with a hint of smile in it.

The undertaker couldn't help but chuckle softly. He raised his head slightly and stared straight into Vincent's deep and charming eyes without dodging.

"Of course. Who doesn't know that you are a true and well-deserved 'gaming genius'?"

As the undertaker spoke, he fixed the person in front of him with a gaze filled with paranoia and fanatical desire.

He knew clearly in his heart that he had fallen deeply into the sweet trap set by Vincent.

But even so, he did not feel any regret or fear. On the contrary, deep in his heart, he was filled with endless happiness and indescribable satisfaction.

This was because this seemingly dangerous and deadly trap was actually specially tailored for him by Vincent, and being able to willingly serve as the prey in this trap was undoubtedly a great enjoyment for him.

The undertaker's hand began to restlessly stroke Vincent's delicate cheek.

His fingertips carefully stroked the teardrop-like crystal-clear teardrop mole at the corner of Vincent's eye, and then slowly moved down his face, finally stopping on the cherry-pink and attractive lips, and gently rubbed them.

A smile appeared on Vincent's face, the kind that only appeared after winning the game. There was a subtle hint of playfulness in that smile.

His gaze was fixed on the deep and mysterious eyes of the undertaker.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were now shrouded in a layer of faint drunkenness, as if covered with a veil, revealing a kind of intoxicating and hazy feeling.

Perhaps it was because he drank too much, or perhaps it was because the long confrontation made him feel dry in the mouth. He slightly opened his cherry-like lips, and the tip of his pink tongue touched the slender fingers of the funeral home.

This seemingly accidental touch was like an electric current that instantly spread throughout the funeral home's body, causing his fingers to tremble slightly involuntarily.

The already deep eyes of the funeral house became even deeper at this moment, like an endless black hole, making people fall into it and unable to extricate themselves.

He just stared at Vincent in front of him, silently waiting for the other party's next move.

He is waiting for his god's favor.

Seeing this, Vincent raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a charming smile.

He stuck out his tongue and gently licked his slightly dry lips, then without warning moved his body forward until he was close to the funeral home's ear.

"You lose." As the warm breath blew past, only his smiling voice could be heard whispering softly.

These words were like a curse, booming in the ears of the funeral home.

In an instant, he felt as if his heart was suddenly grasped by an invisible big hand, beating wildly, and his blood surged rapidly, rushing to his forehead in an instant.

An indescribable feeling of heat quickly spread to every corner of his body, causing him to breathe rapidly.

Although his heart was already turbulent, the funeral house still forced himself to remain calm, tightly holding Vincent's hand, and responded with a slightly trembling voice, "I give up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Vincent let out a clear laugh, then gently pushed open the funeral home and slowly stood up.

The water droplets on Vincent's body that had not been wiped off slid quietly under the force of gravity, sparkling with crystal clear light under the light, like bright pearls rolling down a jade plate.

This beautiful scene undoubtedly formed an extremely impactful picture, which made people, no, even the god of death, feel their hearts beating fast after seeing it.

Vincent walked steadily across the bathtub without changing his expression, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and stood firmly at the edge of the pool.

He casually glanced at the funeral home nearby. The funeral home understood his intention and took out a soft bath towel, gently and carefully wiping the crystal water droplets on Vincent's body.

Every drop, every millimeter is carefully examined...

From the slightly thin white chest to the graceful back, and then to the long and powerful legs, he moved his palm carefully, afraid of missing any part.

The undertaker slowly half-knelt on the ground, his long silver hair cascading down behind him like a waterfall. A few strands of hair slid into the small puddle on the ground as he moved.

However, he was completely unaware of this, all his attention focused on the man in front of him.

His heart was filled with an indescribable feeling. The warmth and delicacy he felt inadvertently made his breathing quicken involuntarily.

The beast that had been suppressed deep in his heart for a long time was now roaring wildly, eager to break free from its restraints and devour the person in front of him.

Vincent lowered his head slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the handsome face in the funeral home.

At that moment, a barely perceptible glint of teasing and satisfaction flashed across his eyes, then disappeared in a flash.