My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

The dense forest in the distance, where a vampire was buried, was fully exposed to the sunlight, teeming with life and showing none of the grotesque horror of the night.

Ye Nuan lowered the curtains and looked around the large room, noticing a huge Gothic-style black cross coffin in the center. Could it be...?

Ye Nuan approached, and with a slight effort, lifted the coffin lid. Lance lay inside, like a silent corpse. His golden hair was spread out on both sides, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, his eyes were closed, his lips were crimson, and his pale, handsome face now had a sense of refined nobility. His flat chest testified to his vampire identity.

Unlike humans, vampires sleep during the day and thrive at night.

Ye Nuan closed the coffin lid, but did not notice a pair of eerie green eyes gleaming. Pushing open the door to the room, she walked down the corridor filled with the smell of mud and brick walls. Everything in the castle was quiet; it seemed that all the vampires in the castle had fallen into a deep sleep.

She arrived at the rose field outside the castle, her breath filled with a delicate fragrance. A vast field of fiery red roses surrounded a patch of noble, pure white roses, which, under the sunlight, seemed to be gilded with gold.

Ye Nuan casually picked a few red and white roses, and accidentally pricked her index finger on a thorn, drawing blood that dripped onto the soil. The faint smell of blood was quickly masked by the sweet fragrance.

She re-entered the castle and returned to Lance's room. Looking around, she saw an open glass bottle and opened the roses she was holding. The room instantly filled with a sweet fragrance and felt more alive.

"Heh heh, cute little thing, tell me why you don't escape this place?" A deep voice suddenly rang out.

Ye Nuan looked at Lance, who was sitting in the dark corner as always, sipping red blood. He smiled strangely, his green eyes flashing with amusement.

"I..." Ye Nuan blushed as she was stared at by Lance's alluring emerald eyes.

"It seems you admire me greatly." Lance looked directly into her eyes, as if he could see right through her.

Ye Nuan was slightly taken aback, feeling embarrassed, and could only lower her head and pretend to be shy.

Lance stood up and approached her, his slender body exuding a sense of oppression. He stood in front of Ye Nuan, took her hands in his, and put the index finger of Ye Nuan that had been pricked by a rose thorn into his mouth.

Ye Nuan only felt a cold object licking her wound, sucking at it, which stung a little.

The man's emerald green eyes darkened slightly, as if a giant beast was about to break free from its cage.

"Cute little thing, what's your name?" Lance released Ye Nuan's hand, his cool index finger rubbing against her flushed face.

"Ye Nuan".

"Ye Nuan? What a tongue-twisting name." Lance muttered, chewing on it for a moment, then spoke with a hint of disdain.

"Why are you near the castle, Ye Nuan from the far east?" Lance walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and sunlight streamed in, making his blond hair gleam in the beautiful light. He didn't seem afraid of the sunlight.

“…I, I don’t know,” Ye Nuan replied.

"Is that so?" His gaze was fixed on the distance.

"Aren't you afraid of the sun?" she asked without realizing it.

Lance was silent for a moment, and just when Ye Nuan thought he wouldn't answer, he spoke up: "I also have half-human blood flowing through my veins."

Ye Nuan suddenly looked up at him. This was a part that had never been mentioned in the plot, and something that Lance had never told the female lead either.

The man standing before him, bathed in sunlight, had slightly lowered eyes and long eyelashes casting a shadow. At that moment, Lance looked somewhat lonely and bitter.

Ye Nuan took a step forward. Lance looked down at the Eastern woman who was approaching him with small steps, then suddenly smiled, his gloom disappearing from his brows. With a wave of his hand, he drew the curtains, then picked up Ye Nuan and lay down on the black silk bed together.

"It's still daytime, sleep with me." Lance hugged Ye Nuan from behind, resting his head on her shoulder, and murmured.

"..." Could she say "no"? Ye Nuan, her head resting on the large block of ice behind her, felt like crying but couldn't, and just as she woke up, she fell asleep again...

For the next month, Ye Xiaonuan diligently served as the prince's hot water bottle, washing herself clean every day and going to bed early to warm the bed—of course, she only warmed the blankets.

That day, Ye Nuan slept soundly under the bright sun. She had now completely gotten used to the vampires' "late to bed and early to rise" lifestyle. Lance was not by her side; he had gone out on business the night before.

"Bang!" The door to the room was suddenly pushed open.

Ye Nuan woke up from her sweet dream with a start, opening her blurry eyes to see the familiar figure before her.

"Lance, what's wrong?" Ye Nuan asked, rubbing her eyes in confusion.

Lance looked at the strikingly beautiful Eastern woman in a white dress sitting on the large black bed, stepped forward, cupped her head in his hands, and asked in a hoarse, confused voice, "Do you love me?"

Ye Nuan was taken aback by the sudden question. Nodding was the right thing to do, so she nodded blankly.

"Mmm..." The sudden kiss caught her off guard.

Ye Nuan felt the cool and soft touch on her lips. Lance did not go deep, but just lingered on her lips and lightly sucked, stopping after a brief taste.

"Promise me you'll never leave me," Lance whispered in her ear as he released her.

"……it is good."

Hearing Ye Nuan's answer, Lance seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, lay down on the bed, and gently embraced her.

"...Today is the anniversary of my mother's death. She was a human. She met my father on a beautiful night and they fell in love... My mother conceived me while she was still human. After a difficult childbirth, her health deteriorated. She didn't want to become a vampire, and she didn't want to live her whole life without the sunlight she loved. But my father, seeing her health decline day by day, forced her to undergo the Embrace... Then my mother became a vampire, but she was always depressed and suffered from a life without light and senses. Finally, on a particularly bright sunny day, she was exposed to the sun and turned to ashes before my eyes. My father was overwhelmed with grief and regret. He passed the title of prince to me and then fell into a deep sleep." Lance began to recount a past event, the pain and loneliness in his voice lingering for a long time.

"I will never leave you." For the first time, Ye Nuan took the initiative to hug Lance, who was in such a pitiful state, warming his cold heart with her warm body.

Lance remained silent, but tightened his grip on her arm.

After that day, Lance became increasingly intimate and possessive of Ye Nuan, demanding her presence at all times. He even wanted Ye Nuan to sleep in a coffin with him. Only after Ye Nuan's rare and resolute resistance and agreement to many unequal terms was the matter finally brought to an end.

Ye Nuan looked out at the quiet night scene. Today was the day the female lead, Ran Xuan, would appear.

"Squeak—" A somewhat jarring sound broke the silence of the night as the castle gates were opened.

"You filthy vampire, what do you want? I'll tell you... Ah!" A woman's voice suddenly rang out in the castle.

That was Ran Xuan's voice. Ye Nuan hurriedly headed towards the castle hall.

Lance looked at the shouting Eastern girl in front of him, his green eyes filled with coldness. Then he thought of his own quiet, gentle, and elegant little one, and felt a warmth in his heart. Looking at the girl who was still shouting loudly, his eyes showed undisguised disgust, and he mercilessly knocked her to the ground.

"Xuanxuan?" A familiar, gentle voice rang out, instantly dispelling Lance's annoyance. His green eyes, full of smiles and doting affection, looked at the newcomer.

"Ye Zi? Ye Zi! Waaah, I thought you were gone!" Ran Xuan propped herself up and looked at her friend.

The prince, noticing his little one staring intently at the disheveled Eastern girl before him, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, embraced her from behind and asked, "Who is she?"

Ye Nuan felt the familiar, cold aura embrace her. Hearing the dissatisfaction and the hurt of being ignored in his tone, she smiled helplessly: "She is my friend, Ran Xuan."

"Ye Zi, get away from him! He's a vampire!" Ran Xuan saw Ye Nuan being hugged and tried to rescue her, but Lance pushed her away.

"Xuanxuan, I know I won't leave him," Ye Nuan said calmly.

"Why? He must have forced you, right?" Ran Xuan was puzzled because she was initially saved by a vampire hunter, so she carried a prejudice against vampires.

"I did it willingly, I love him." Ye Nuan's gentle and calm voice was like heavenly music to Lance, touching the softest spot in his heart, and his gaze towards Ye Nuan became even more tender.

"Lance, let her go." Ye Nuan pleaded with Lance.

“Alright, please ‘exit’ this young lady!” Lance ordered the servant beside him.

"Ye Zi, I will definitely come to save you, just wait for me..." Ran Xuan's voice gradually faded into the castle.

"I love you too." The whispered words in her ear made Ye Nuanxin's heart pound, and her cheeks flushed even more.

……

Ye Nuan originally thought that Ran Xuan's words "I will come to save her" when she left were just empty talk, but she never expected it to become a reality.

As Ye Nuan and Lance strolled hand in hand through the rose field in the darkness, admiring the red roses that appeared even more alluring under the night sky, three people approached from afar: Ran Xuan, Sain, and an unfamiliar old man.

Lance looked at the three people approaching, his expression solemn, and shielded Ye Nuan behind him.

"Ye Zi, come quick, we're here to save you!" Ran Xuan said joyfully from behind Sain.

Ye Nuan remained still, gripping Lance's hand tightly, watching the two people in front of her warily.

"Old man, you're still alive?" Lance mocked the old man.

"Lance Vantor, today is your death day." The old man drew his weapon and thrust it at Lance. If he could take down Lance Vantor today, his family would surely receive the Pope's reward and become the most powerful vampire hunter family.

The brown-haired, blue-eyed Sain also joined the old man in attacking Lance.

Ye Nuan was protected by Lance and watched the battle nervously. Lance was fighting two against one and was gradually losing ground.

Ran Xuan appeared beside Ye Nuan without her noticing, grabbed her hand, and said, "Ye Zi, come with me!"

Ye Nuan was truly enraged at this moment, shoving away the still clueless female lead. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an old man holding a mithril dagger that gleamed silver in the darkness, about to pierce Lance's heart from behind. Ye Nuan quickly ran behind Lance, using her own body to block the fatal blow.

"No!" Lance unleashed tremendous power, repelling Lance and the old man. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he picked up Ye Nuan and teleported back into the castle.

Seeing that Lance had returned to the castle, the old man could only retreat in anger, leaving with Sain and Ranxuan.

Lance watched as Ye Nuan's white dress was stained red with blood, and fresh blood continued to ooze from the dagger.

"I'm sorry, I... can't stay with you forever..." Ye Nuan's weak voice drifted into Lance's ears on the wind. Lance lowered his head, and Ye Nuan's eyes gradually became unfocused until they were empty.

Having seen so many dead bodies, Lance felt fear for the first time at the slowly cooling and stiffening corpse in his arms. Vampires felt no pain, so why did this immense emptiness in his heart cause him unbearable agony? He seemed to have lost something very important. Lance lowered his head, and a drop of clear liquid fell onto Ye Nuan's white dress…

A little extra——

At dawn, a tall, slender figure emerged from the darkness, his golden hair swaying in the wind, his emerald eyes icy cold, his pale, handsome face adorned with half-dried red liquid at the corner of his mouth, and blood dripping from his fingertips to the ground. This man, in this disheveled state, arrived at a rose bush in front of a secluded castle.

He walked to a tomb surrounded by a cluster of white roses, sat down against the tombstone, and looked up at the sun slowly rising in the sky.

"The sunrise is beautiful, it's so good that you're here," the man said in a slightly hoarse voice.

This man was the castle's master, Lance Vandro. His black cloak seemed to be soaked with some liquid from the chest down, and a large pool of dark red bloodstains meandered across the muddy ground.

After Ye Nuan's death, he found the Blood Cup, one of the thirteen sacred artifacts of the vampire clan. He filled it with his father's blood and drank it, which gave him his father's power for a period of time. So he went to the blood hunter clan alone and wiped out the entire clan.

Seeing their pained expressions as they died, his heart felt no joy, only heaviness. Having avenged his great enemy, he came to his lover's grave with a fatal wound in his chest. In the last moment of his long life, he slowly closed his eyes, a relieved smile on his lips.

The sun rose, its rays bathing the earth and illuminating every shadow. The ashes scattered by the wind beside the grave, surrounded by white roses, glittered golden in the sunlight before vanishing completely. Would the most vibrant and beautiful red roses bloom from the blood-stained earth?