Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

The two were pressed tightly together, the already cramped room now feeling like a closed cabinet, trapping them tightly together. The girl's eyelashes, numb with pain, produced barely perceptible tears that slid down her delicate, pale skin.

Brewster lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable in the darkness. He turned his eyes slightly, licked the sweet-smelling blood with an ambiguous look, and slowly got up.

Ni Qing's expression remained tense; the aftereffects of the bite continued to surge through her body, leaving her numb and powerless. She forced a strange sense of pleasure, her usual composure vanishing: "Brewster..."

This seemed to be the first time the half-vampire girl had called him by his name. The boy tilted his head and slowly smiled: "From now on, just call me by my name. I like it when you call me that."

Ni Qing: "..."

She was speechless, her rosy lips moving weakly, unable to utter any suggestive words. The other person leaned down, their icy breath once again filling her nostrils.

He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and with his other hand he casually pressed the back of her head against his own, leaving her pale and delicate collarbone covered in hickeys.

The boy's kiss was tinged with coldness, restrained and controlled, spreading along Ni Qing's neck, making her brows furrow without relaxation: "It itches... let me go."

In a daze, the boy's features gradually became both blurry and clear, and his clear, ruby-like eyes gradually turned a bit gray, as if he had become a different person.

Ni Qing suddenly stopped, and with a burst of strength she didn't know she had, she pushed Brewster away.

The illusion before his eyes seemed to vanish, and Brewster's blood-red eyes seemed to hold a hint of doubt: "What's wrong? You don't want to be my blood servant?"

Ni Qing remained silent for a long time, her rapid heartbeat deafening, making her eardrums ache. She paused for a moment before pressing her temples: "Your Highness, this isn't about blood servants or not. No one would do this to a blood servant. You've broken the rules."

He seemed to have made a basic mistake typical of vampires; he didn't appear to be very disciplined when facing his first vampire servant.

The other person lowered their eyelids, and for a moment seemed to revert to their previous childlike state, pitiful and aggrieved: "Why? A blood servant's body and soul should belong to the master, shouldn't they?"

Ni Qing finally regained some strength and slowly stood up, leaning against the doorframe. The wound on her neck was quite shocking, but she wiped it off carelessly, returning to her initial composed demeanor: "No, Your Highness, this is a mistake. Perhaps you need more blood servants? Then you will understand..."

Before he could finish speaking, the boy's expression turned cold.

He pursed his lips and murmured softly, "More blood servants?"

"To get back to the point, Your Highness, I've come to inform you that I will be joining you for the night hunt in a few days." She began with a smile. "You don't need to be nervous. Also—"

Her tone rose, and her voice was almost too soft: "Next time Your Highness wants to drink blood, please tell me in advance. Don't leave marks on your neck, that would be very troublesome."

Brewster's eyes flickered slightly, his fingertips digging fiercely into his palm as he hung at his sides. After a moment, he chuckled softly, "I understand..."

He glanced meaningfully at the hickeys on her neck.

The girl stiffened, a moment of awkwardness crossing her face. "I'm leaving now." She turned and walked out without looking back, then closed the door behind her.

Brewster stood there, watching the light that suddenly shone in from outside slowly disappear until the room was plunged into darkness.

In the following days, Ni Qing continued to quietly slack off, while the male lead was always assigned to other places, and it was difficult for them to see each other.

The Night Hunt arrived quickly. Vampires are nocturnal creatures and rarely active during the day, so the event was held late at night. Dozens of half-vampires were eager to try their luck, rubbing their hands together, and looking forward to their promotion.

Brewster stood at the back of the crowd, indifferent. Ni Qing was equally uninterested; to her, it was just a formality.

Yavi walked leisurely at the front, followed by several guards. He looked imposing, his blood-red eyes gleaming with a triumphant smile.

Incole and Busch loyally followed on either side.

He surveyed his surroundings, glanced at Brewster, and then looked away. Busch stood behind him, his expression conflicted, as if he had something to say.

"Is there a problem?" Yavi frowned, somewhat impatiently.

Bouchu hesitated for a moment, then whispered in his ear, "It seems the Prince will be coming to the night hunt as well." As soon as he finished speaking, Avi, who had been somewhat relaxed, immediately turned to look.

He frowned, his lips tightening: "What did you say? My father is coming too? This is just a small night hunt, what's so special about it that he'd come?"

Bu Xiu shook his head and stammered, "I don't know either. Do you think we should ask His Highness to leave for now..."

Yavi fell silent, a move that left the half-vampires puzzled.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? Why are you suddenly not talking?"

"Your Highness seems to be in a difficult situation. Can the night hunt still proceed as planned? What exactly happened?"

Incole's gaze swept over them, and the area below quieted down a bit.