The arrival of the two Eben Werewolves was moderately big news for everyone in Hao Ren's household. Aside from Izax, who had seen the wider world and showed little interest, everyone sat in a circle around the coffee table, eager to hear what news the two Werewolf elders had brought. Lily sat beside Hao Ren, her head practically propped against his chin. Her intimacy had nothing to do with anything else; her neck hurt, and she was having Hao Ren massage it for her. She was simply asking someone for help with the mindset of a husky.
Bluefly Eben lifted his teacup and took a sip of the thirty-yuan-per-jin jasmine tea. He smacked his lips. "The Countess's life really is as plain as ever..."
Vivian was displeased at once. It was no big deal when others called her poor—she was poor, after all. But now Hao Ren was supporting her, and the tea and water belonged to someone else. As a well-educated Vampire, she had to say something. "It's good enough that you have something to drink. Stop whining. Your family's situation isn't any better—and the Landlord likes this stuff, so what business is it of yours?"
Bluefly laughed and set down his teacup. "I never expected us to meet under these circumstances. We haven't heard anything about the Countess for several hundred years. The people in our family even thought you'd already been 'purified' by the Demon Hunters. But now it seems that you really do deserve to be called the Countess who summons the Red Moon. Killing you isn't so easy after all. How have you been these past few years, Countess?"
"That sounds awfully hypocritical." Vivian showed a smile devoid of warmth. "Anyway, I'm doing pretty well now. I'm sure you're disappointed that I'm not dead. As