Gentle Luo Chen

The car finally came to a halt in front of a beautiful villa. Luo Chen led Qiao Wei inside, where a romantic atmosphere instantly enveloped her. Soaring ceilings and an imposing entrance greeted them; round arched windows and stonework at the corners gave the house a fresh yet unconventional charm. The white stucco walls paired with pale red tiles were a masterpiece of thoughtful design.

Seeing Qiao Wei utterly entranced, Luo Chen raised an eyebrow and said, “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Qiao Wei nodded, following Luo Chen inside. The interior was even more captivating, making it impossible for her to look away. The exquisitely arranged living room was both elegant and comfortable. The porch and foyer stretched gracefully from north to south; the living room and bedrooms featured low windows and hexagonal bay windows for scenic views. The dining room connected north and south, seamlessly blending the indoors with the outdoors.

With a smile, Luo Chen pinched her cheek—a gesture he seemed to enjoy more each time. “Don’t just stand there daydreaming. Go take a shower. The bathroom’s upstairs.”

Qiao Wei changed into slippers, took her clothes, and went up to the second-floor bathroom. A faint scent of mint lingered in the air, as if someone had been living there all along. It seemed this place was always occupied. She had intended to soak a little longer, but her stomach growled in protest, forcing her to get dressed and go downstairs.

“Little one, I’ll order us some dinner. What do you feel like eating?” Luo Chen sat on the sofa, gently perusing a magazine.

“Anything is fine,” Qiao Wei replied, a bit uneasy with his tenderness. She sat down as well, idly flipping through a magazine.

“All right, I’ll go order,” Luo Chen said, picking up his phone to make the call.

Soon, a sumptuous dinner was delivered. When the delivery girl stood at the door, Qiao Wei saw with perfect clarity as Luo Chen drank her blood. Yet the girl walked away with a look of utter bliss.

“Why don’t you drink the blood from the bags?” Qiao Wei couldn’t help but ask during the meal.

“Fresh blood tastes better. And I didn’t kill her—think of it as donating blood,” Luo Chen replied nonchalantly. “Now eat. Even such delicious food can’t keep you from talking.”

Qiao Wei stopped looking at him and silently focused on her meal.

After dinner, Luo Chen led her to a cozy bedroom. The sweet scent of roses drifted through the air. Pale pink curtains flanked the windows, where a pot of white roses sat on the sill. On one side s