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

Chapter 197 The Poor Vampire is the Real Boss 20

The restraints on her wrists remained firm, so strong that Ni Qing had the illusion that he wasn't asleep at all. She was still lying on his chest in a rather strange position.

Her slender, fair fingertips pressed gently against his chest, but there was no movement there. Only when she began to feel tired did she slowly adjust her position.

Her tense nerves finally relaxed at this moment, and a feeling of exhaustion swept over her whole body. Before long, she forcefully broke free of the hand on her wrist, lazily sat down in a chair, crossed her hands and leaned over the edge of the bed, her dark hair cascading down her back like seaweed.

The distant voices of servants drifted from outside the door from time to time, but soon silence returned. The moonlight gradually shifted until it disappeared completely from the room.

During the blur, a large, cold, bony hand landed on her wrist. She didn't care until the hand tightened its grip, at which point she frowned and opened her eyes.

The boy had sat up at some point and was looking down at her. His bloodshot eyes, devoid of any life force, were almost black, and his lips were pale, carrying a hint of judgment. He seemed to have recovered.

Ni Qing was slightly taken aback, and inexplicably felt a strange familiarity with this state.

"Your Highness?" she asked tentatively in a soft voice.

Brewster remained motionless, quietly observing her with a scrutinizing gaze. His eyes were calm as his gaze slowly swept over her eyebrows and eyes, then down to her nose and lips.

Ni Qing felt that this gaze had a sense of universal salvation, especially since his appearance was exactly the same as her boss's. At first, she could tell them apart, but now even their expressions were slowly overlapping.

The image frightened her.

Hearing her call out, he belatedly snapped out of his reverie and responded with a faint, "Mm." Then, he glanced discreetly at his hand, which was tightly gripping Ni Qing's.

A strange and doubtful look appeared in his blood-red eyes. The next moment, he lightly withdrew his hand, as if nothing had happened.

"Your Highness, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Actually, Ni Qing wanted to ask you directly if you dreamed about your mother, but considering the issue of manners, she asked more tactfully.

The boy paused for a rare moment, then said casually, "I never dream." He had never dreamed since he became conscious, because his mind was blank and he had no memories worth recalling.

His gaze was still involuntarily fixed on her vibrant lips, burning with an intensity he himself didn't even realize. Ni Qing remained in a state of torment, unaware of his thoughts.

He never restrained his own thoughts. The next second, he leaned forward, his slender, bony fingers picking up a strand of hair. He lowered his eyelids and met her gaze expressionlessly.

The distance between the two was repeatedly shortened.

Ni Qing instinctively wanted to back away, but for some reason her body was frozen in place and she couldn't move.

His cold lips slowly pressed against mine. He quietly lowered his eyelashes, his eyes devoid of desire, looking utterly devout, as if kissing was a sacred thing.

This is completely unrelated to the possessiveness that I used to see everywhere.

She tilted her head slightly, trying to end the strange and long kiss: "Wait a minute, Brewster..." she blurted out, calling him by his name.

The other person was taken aback, then a rare hint of ferocity flashed in their blood-red eyes, which they quickly suppressed, and they patiently said, word by word, "Brewster?"

Although Ni Qing was undecided, she still smiled gently, with a hint of tranquility and gentleness: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I won't call you by your given name next time."

He was clearly not satisfied with this explanation, but he didn't know how to vent his strange emotions, so he said coldly, "Don't call me that."

I'm not Brewster, I'm...

He opened his lips, wanting to speak, but then he remembered her distant and indifferent attitude when they first met, and swallowed the words that were about to come out.

A hint of grievance finally appeared in her otherwise lifeless eyes.

He wasn't stupid; he could tell she had shown some resistance earlier, yet she still obediently stayed by the bedside, enduring his bland kiss. Was it because of him, or because of the so-called Prince?

Thinking of this, he stubbornly raised his eyes and asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

Ni Qing said slowly, "My favorite person here is Your Highness."

This is an answer that leaves no room for error.

"No, I mean, do you like me, or do you like Brewster?" he persisted in asking this question.

Without hesitation, Ni Qing replied, "Of course it's Bruce—"

Wait, she finally realized what was wrong. Ni Qing looked up in astonishment, staring at him in disbelief. His expression was indifferent, his brows slightly furrowed, full of confusion.

The girl took a deep breath before hesitantly asking, "Sir, is that you?"

This isn't some kind of male protagonist from another dimension; he's clearly the Judge Yue Jianchen.