My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

Ye Nuan fell to the ground, wincing in pain. She slowly got up, and as soon as she regained her footing, she felt a chill down her back. Turning her head, she saw a pale-faced vampire dressed as a butler standing respectfully behind her.

"Miss, please allow me to take you to clean up." The butler's words, which were originally respectful and polite, were spoken in a flat and emotionless tone, which felt very incongruous.

Ye Nuan looked at her white dress, now completely filthy and unsightly, and followed the vampire before her.

The butler walked ahead of Ye Nuan and led her slowly into the castle. Ye Nuan walked barefoot on the cold floor tiles; her shoes were long gone, and there were several small cuts on her feet, some of which were bleeding slightly.

Ye Nuan followed the butler down the long corridor. Along the way, numerous vampire maids and servants stood on both sides of the path, heads bowed in waiting. As she passed by them, perhaps attracted by the faint scent of blood emanating from her, the group of vampires behind her became somewhat restless.

A female vampire seemed unable to resist the temptation of fresh blood and tried to pounce, her fangs already protruding from her mouth and her eyes glowing bright red.

Just as the female vampire's rationality was waning and she was about to lose control, a tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the shadows at the end of the corridor. He elegantly and casually tossed aside the long golden hair that had been obscuring his vision, revealing a pair of green eyes that were still damp from a bath. His incomparably handsome, chiseled face was captivating, and his noble and languid demeanor made him seem untouchable.

The commotion behind him gradually subsided after he appeared, and everything returned to normal.

Ye Nuan silently looked up from the butler's slightly hunched back and examined the prince, who was dressed in a black robe. His half-dry golden hair was spread out, with a few strands running to his chest, covering his white and transparent chest that was faintly visible under the wide-open robe, which was extremely tempting.

After being taken by the housekeeper to wash up, Ye Nuan changed into a long-sleeved, floor-length dress with ancient and intricate embroidery on the hem, which was very beautiful.

Then, following the butler up the spiral staircase, which was somewhat dark, the butler held up a candle in front of her, the dim light making the path ahead blurry. Ye Nuan touched the Gothic balustrade on the stair railing and arrived at the second floor.

"Your Highness, the person has been brought here." The steward gently pushed open an old-fashioned wooden door, leaving her standing there alone, before quietly leaving.

"Come in." A voice with an aristocratic tone rang out in the silence.

Ye Nuan walked nervously into the room, her long black dress trailing on the red carpet at the entrance sliding down with her steps.

"Bang!" Ye Nuan was startled by the sound behind her, her body instinctively trembling. She turned around and saw that the door behind her had closed. Ye Nuan swallowed hard, stunned for a moment.

"Hehe!" A laugh emanated from the darkness.

Ye Nuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw the prince reclining on a large chaise lounge in a dark corner. His black robe was slightly open, and his bare feet were on a red velvet carpet. He was supporting his head with one hand and holding a cup in the other, gently swirling it. The red liquid flowing quietly in the cup was... blood!

Nobility and decadence coexist; this description could be more fitting for the vampire prince before us.

“Interesting little one, come here.” A tempting glint flashed in his green eyes as he beckoned to Ye Nuan, who walked toward him uncontrollably.

When Ye Nuan was a few steps away from Lance, she tripped over her own feet and fell with a thud. Ye Nuan felt her lips touch something cold. She propped herself up and looked down. It was a pair of pale but perfectly beautiful feet, with marks from when she had "nibbled" on them, which were particularly noticeable on the pale feet.

"Hahaha..." The prince laughed happily, looking at the stunned Eastern woman at his feet, and then at the slowly fading marks on the instep of her foot. In that instant, the prince felt that bringing this little thing back was the right decision. It was just too interesting!

“Even if you worship me, you don’t need to kiss my feet!” Lance looked down at her, his bright green eyes full of mockery.

A kiss? His feet? Ye Nuan seemed completely unable to accept that she had done something so stupid. Looking up at the prince's smugness, she suddenly stood up and grabbed his hand that was supporting his head, giving it a hard bite.

"Ouch!" Ye Nuan opened her mouth and bit down with lightning speed, much to the Prince's surprise. "Ouch!" Ye Nuan then let out a wail.

The prince was calmly sipping the blood on his back, while Ye Nuan covered her mouth and squatted down in pain.

The prince's arm was cold and hard, like a stinky rock!

Lance looked down at the little creature crouching at his feet, its arrogance completely gone, his eyes gleaming with interest. He downed the last of the blood in his cup in one gulp, licked his lips, and the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth added a touch of bewitching allure to his appearance.

He got up, glanced at the little one still squatting on the bed, then picked her up and carried her to the large black bed in the corner of the room.

Ye Nuan's body stiffened, and under the absolute suppression of power, she could only let the prince do as he pleased and carry her to the bed.

Lance placed the petite Eastern woman in the center of the large bed. Her black hair and black dress blended almost seamlessly with the black silk-covered bed, with only her exposed ivory skin and slightly pale face indicating her presence.

The prince casually lay down next to Ye Nuan, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her waist. His long eyelashes covered his green eyes, and he sighed, "So warm..." And then... that was it. The prince just slept like that, holding her like a hot water bottle.

Yes, it's warm and comforting.

Ye Nuan stared silently at the ceiling. The coldness on her shoulders and waist reminded her of her current predicament. She dared not move. Perhaps the fierce battle today had exhausted her too much energy. Ye Nuan grew increasingly drowsy. Her stiff limbs gradually relaxed and softened, and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Leaning against the large block of ice beside her, she drifted off to sleep in a daze...