Wang Yibo, a 200-year-old vampire, falls in love with a human, Xiao Zhan. It's not for the thirst for blood; it's for the thirst for love. He wants to take Zhan to the vampire world with him, which is very easy with his power and magic, but he doesn...
Even though it's morning, everything around me is still hazy. Like I'm under some spell. I haven't been in a spell before, but the feelings I have experienced since arriving here seem like one of those I have watched on television who are under spells by some witches, deities, vampires... It's difficult to explain. It scares me sometimes how easily I lose consciousness, even if I'm surrounded by people.
The sun, which gives light and refreshment to all, can't give me a release from this spell. Like I'm something that is not under its care anymore. But the moon, which is witnessed with all the dark secrets and gives way to magical creatures, attracts me more nowadays. I don't know the reason behind it. Maybe I can change nothing even if I know the reason!
Ruminating on this, I chew the inside of my cheek until I can taste blood while sitting in my usual spot in the class, with Ji Li behind me. Preventing the blood from catching my eyes, I lap it off quickly and swallow hard. I don't want to faint in between the class. Squeezing the pen, I run my fingers mindlessly over it, not knowing what has gotten into me.
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The shadows under my eyes match my mood and clothes. I don't like to feel like this. I don't like anything at all. I struggle not to bite my nails when a slight frown denotes my displeasure. The neon lights above my head don't help at all when it's particularly depressing on a cloudy day.
Students around me have smiley faces when they are collectively being attracted without a complaint by the lovely voice of the teacher Yifei Wang, but I'm even more distracted by Haoxuan, who's giving me flirty glances and blowing kisses. Because of him, I can't even follow what the teacher is saying... Wait, what the hell is she saying?
I have to take a moment to make sure that I'm not actually losing my whole mind. The lesson is about Michelangelo Merisi, one of my favorite hardcore painters. I feel a little guilty about being in such a shitty mood exactly on the day I've been looking forward to the complete course. If I'm in this way anymore, I won't be able to score good grades. So I should try hard to concentrate on the class.
But after two minutes of listening, the teacher was already calling me. "Xiao Zhan!"
I flinch at the sound, raising my head as slowly as I can, knowing full well what awaits me. I'm not ready for this. Shivering slightly, I get up from my seat and curl my fingers in my pants helplessly. It will clearly show how nervous I am.
She walks toward me and stands right in front of me, suspicion gracing her beautiful face, her pink lips twitching. "You seemed trouble. Did you not understand the lesson?"
I stutter, "I-I did!"
She raises an eyebrow. "Then tell me. What style of art has Michelangelo Merisi known for?"
"Ahh, I know! I just heard you were saying this.." I trail, scavenging my mind for something that I might have unconsciously heard but comes up blank. I look around, trying to catch Ji Li's eyes, who might help me out.
