Chapter Fifteen: Help Me Take Off My Clothes

Time rewinds to before his little sister was awakened.

Cheng Feng supported Jiang Qian as they entered the house, which was shrouded in darkness. Seeing that there was no movement from his father’s or sister’s rooms, he assumed they were already asleep.

He didn’t turn on the lights. With careful, quiet steps, he slipped through the entryway and crossed the living room in silence. Only after confirming that the silence in the other rooms remained undisturbed did he stealthily return to his own.

Cheng Feng guided Jiang Qian to the bed and gently laid her down.

Her breathing was shallow, her crimson eyes unfocused. Her already pale face had turned ghostly, and her body was icy, utterly devoid of warmth—a clear sign of severe blood loss. She was at death’s door.

Cheng Feng’s heart clenched with worry. As he was about to speak, Jiang Qian opened her eyes, sat up, and said, “Give me your hand.”

Bloodsucking? He understood at once. First, he tied her up with rope, then presented his thin arm before the vampire woman.

Without hesitation, Jiang Qian parted her red lips and bit down. Her sharp fangs pierced his wrist’s artery, and warm blood instantly surged forth, only to be hungrily drawn into her mouth.

He gasped, feeling the blood drain rapidly from his arm, a numbness creeping in.

It was as if he were a small pond being mercilessly emptied by a pump.

Jiang Qian drank greedily, her body shuddering with pleasure, soft moans escaping her lips—sounds that could make one’s imagination run wild.

After a dozen seconds or so, color began to return to her deathly pale face. At last, she stopped drinking and released his wrist.

Thanks to his own vampiric healing abilities, the bite marks on Cheng Feng’s wrist closed quickly.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. This woman’s appetite was truly astonishing; if she drank from him two more times, she’d probably drain him dry.

Jiang Qian’s body, once cold as ice, now regained some warmth. Her healing had begun, and the gaping wound in her abdomen was slowly starting to close.

Though she had recovered somewhat, her body remained weak from the injuries. She needed proper rest if she was to regain her full strength.

She lay back down on the bed, eyes heavy with exhaustion. “Do me a favor,” she murmured, “take off my clothes.”

“Take off your clothes?” Cheng Feng wondered if he’d misheard.

“These clothes are in tatters and uncomfortable. Help me change.”

Seeing his hesitation, Jiang Qian gave a sultry chuckle. “What are you dawdling for? Don’t tell me you’re shy. Who knew you were so innocent?”

Her black dress was riddled with tears, exposing swathes of skin and stained with blood. The gown was in such a state that a single tug would tear it apart.

“You’re really bold, aren’t you?”

Brushing off her teasing, Cheng Feng tried to sound stern. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll take advantage of you while you’re weak?”

“Maybe my body can’t handle much right now,” Jiang Qian replied, raising a delicate hand to caress his cheek, her voice low and seductive. “But if you really want to, I wouldn’t mind keeping you company for the rest of the night.”

This woman—she’s too tempting.

Cheng Feng slapped her hand away, reminding himself that he was a man of composure, though she had nearly swayed his resolve.

If he lost control tonight, he dared not imagine the consequences.

No, he had to stay calm. Worst case, he could always retreat to the bathroom.

“Hmph, woman, you don’t interest me.”

“Then help me out of these clothes. Thank you.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. But I don’t have any clothes for you to wear. I’ll just get you a towel to cover up.”

Muttering defensively, Cheng Feng reached to untie the collar beneath her slender neck, forcing his gaze to remain respectful.

Jiang Qian watched him with a faint, knowing smile. Whatever he said, his eyes were more honest than his words.

Just then, the bedroom door burst open!

His little sister shoved the door wide, ready to scold her idiot brother for making so much noise—only to freeze, stunned by the scene before her.

Her foolish brother was pressing a strange woman down on the bed, his hands busy unfastening her clothes.

“Brother? Brother, what are you doing?!”

Cheng Feng’s movements stiffened. Slowly, mechanically, he turned his head. Upon seeing who had entered, his expression shifted from confusion to utter despair.

It was the kind of soul-crushing despair one might feel if, while watching something indecent in their room, a family member walked in and caught them in the act.

Sister: “…”

Cheng Feng: “…”

Jiang Qian: “…”

…

Meanwhile, the battle between the demon-hunting girl and the vampire was reaching its climax.

“This woman is too strong… I can’t win!” The man in the black coat was covered in wounds—far too grievous for his body to heal. The girl’s power had far exceeded his expectations.

The entire street seemed plunged into the depths of winter, as an icy wind and snow drifted about. Centered around Liu Shiyu, the air plummeted below freezing, and crystalline frost gathered in the air.

Seeing the girl gathering power for a finishing blow, the vampire prepared to flee.

“You can’t escape…” As if reading his thoughts, Liu Shiyu’s cold blue eyes glimmered with a frosty light.

She raised her spirit blade, Frost Moon, high overhead. Snow and shards of ice whirled around her, drawn by invisible force to coat the blade.

The male vampire gritted his teeth, charting a path of escape—only to find his legs rooted to the ground. Looking down, he saw that his feet had been encased in ice.

She even has a control effect with her ultimate move?!

Damn! I can’t die here!

Eyes wide with terror, the vampire watched as the icy aura of death closed in.

“Absolute Frost Waltz!”

With a chilling murmur, the girl brought the spirit blade crashing down. An immense beam of frigid energy, forged from endless ice and snow, shot forth.

A tremendous explosion of frozen flame erupted. Under its devastating force, the vampire was utterly annihilated, leaving not a trace behind.