VAMPIRE NEXT DOOR 🧛🏻‍♂️ [Slow update]

Chapter 8

"Was he, in fact, a vampire? "But—but," Yibo murmured as he curled up under the duvet.

He pondered the incident a few hours ago.

"Close your eyes," Xiao Zhan said, and Yibo did so again. "Are you going to bite me now, sir?"

Xiao Zhan didn't respond, instead sinking his teeth into Yibo's neck, causing Yibo to moan softly.

"Zha...Zhan-Ge! Mmmmm... It... it tickles!"

Xiao Zhan sighed and released Yibo. He did, in fact, sink his teeth into Yibo's neck, but without digging his fangs into the latter's neck, he simply bit him, not enough to make a hole and cause him to bleed. Xiao Zhan was afraid Yibo would despise him and avoid him for the rest of his life; he didn't want to frighten Yibo.

He wanted Yibo to give his blood because Yibo is well aware of his vampire status.

"Fine, I won't eat you now," Xiao Zhan said while he curled down on the couch, facing the couch's backrest.

Yibo smiles at his boss's posture; Xiao Zhan is curled up on the sofa like a baby.

"Sir, my break is over; I will now return to my desk."

"Do whatever you want and don't bother me. Tell them I'm not available if they ask for me."

"Alright, sir," Yibo says, returning to his desk and tidying up his mess.

Xiao Zhan, on the other hand, is very weak, so he slept in that position. Xiao Zhan hasn't tasted fresh blood since he was a child. That is precisely why he is so frail. He only drinks cold blood from his uncle's hospital blood bank. He didn't like sucking blood from humans until he met Wang Yibo.

Yibo decided to wake up his boss after 5 hours because it was almost fast office hours.

Yibo took out his phone and wanted to steal a photo of his boss's adorable curling posture.

"What? "Is my phone's camera broken?" Yibo murmured, waving his hand in front of the camera. "However, I can still see my hand." Yibo paused and turned the front camera, then the back camera. Xiao Zhan, on the other hand, is not visible to the camera. Yibo shakes his phone and attempts to capture it again, but no Xiao Zhan appears on the phone screen."

Yibo dashed to his table, took out a small round mirror from his bag, and turned it toward Xiao Zhan.

Yibo trembled and took a step backward, then brushed off the plant pot on the center table and dropped it on the floor by accident. The pot broke and the pebbles fell and scattered to the floor, rousing Xiao Zhan from his deep sleep.

"Am... I... I am sorry, sir. I accidentally brushed off the pot and broke..." "I will clean it now," Yibo says, attempting to normalize his heartbeat and alleviate his anxiety.

"It's okay, it's just a—"

"1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 1—" Xiao Zhan abruptly came to a halt and crouched down on the floor, counting the small pebbles scattered throughout the floor.

Yibo was taken aback.

"Sir? … That I can clean—"

"NO!!! 15, 16, 17, 18…….25—"

"Sir—?

"Stop talking! Argh!!! 30, 31, 32 33 34 35 36...fuck!! 37 38…."

Yibo sagged on the couch, then remembered he had chips in his bag. Yibo opened the bag of garlic-flavored chips in front of Xiao Zhan, and the pungent garlic flavor rushed to Xiao Zhan's nostrils.