Chapter 52

Pei Yizhou's gaze swept over her alluring white skin, and he couldn't help but swallow hard. He turned his head away and said lightly, "It's okay, I can bear it."

"What if I develop health problems from holding it in?" An Xiang was very worried, after all, this is a physiological need, and forcibly holding it in could potentially harm her body.

"It's alright, don't worry about me." Pei Yizhou lowered his eyes. "I'll rest for a bit and then leave."

He was very stubborn. An Xiang scratched her head in annoyance, slowly moved over, and held out a finger to him. "Suck my hand, I... I'm quite sweet." An Xiang felt that Pei Yizhou was probably disgusted by her, but since things had come to this point, what was there to be picky about?

Pei Yizhou's five fingers, which were lightly resting on his abdomen, slowly tightened at those words.

He wanted to pretend he didn't want it, but the scent that was wafting towards him was too tempting. Pei Yizhou gradually couldn't hold back and slowly turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on that slender white finger.

He hesitated, and just as he was about to step forward, An Xiang suddenly jumped up.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to wash my hands!"

An Xiang rushed to the bathroom, vigorously rubbing her ten fingers under the faucet, afraid of affecting the taste, and didn't even use hand soap. Finally finished washing, An Xiang dried her fingers and squatted down in front of the sofa again.

"Which one do you want to smoke?" An Xiang opened her palm, letting him choose.

Pei Yizhou had a vague feeling of buying meat at a supermarket. He was already exhausted from his desires and lazily pointed. "My index finger."

"Oh." An Xiang obediently brought her four fingers, excluding her index finger, to his lips.

Her fingers were slender, her nails were neatly trimmed, and her fingertips were slightly raised, giving them a plump appearance. Pei Yizhou grabbed An Xiang's wrist, and the coolness from her skin slightly relieved the heat in his body.

"Then... I'll take it." Pei Yizhou's eyes were burning, his voice hoarse.

His palms were burning hot, like they were on fire. The room was too dimly lit, and the man's handsome features were hidden in the shadows. An Xiang felt a surge of heat, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason. After a few seconds, she remembered to nod.

Having received permission, Pei Yizhou a shallow breath, lowered his eyelashes, and his sharp fangs easily pierced his delicate skin.

Her blood was sweet, like the taste of peaches. Pei Yizhou's eyelashes fluttered, and the beauty mark on his eyelid made him appear even more alluring. He greedily wanted to eat more, but reason told him not to hurt her, so he carefully and gently inhaled.

His lips were burning hot, and his wet, hot tongue traced across her fingertip, sending a tingling sensation through her index finger that made her tremble all over. An Xiang control the urge to tremble, slowing her breathing and not daring to look at the expression on his face.

The air was silent, with only faint swallowing sounds echoing in the air, making the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

Vampire ' teeth can secrete a mild toxin that paralyzes their prey, even allowing them to experience the same pleasure as them. Even if a vampire completely drains a person during the process, the human will not feel any pain.

Perhaps the toxins were working, because An Xiang's breathing rate was even faster than Pei Yizhou's, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes seemed to be veiled with mist, moist and dreamy.

Her legs went weak, and she couldn't help but move closer to Pei Yizhou.

The man seemed to sense her presence, reached out and grabbed her waist, moving his lips, which were on his index finger, upwards as if to kiss her.

An Xiang tilted her head back slightly, on the verge of succumbing, when she heard faint conversations nearby.

"Your mom's about to go to sleep, why don't you come over here?"

It's Pei Chen.

Immediately following was An Zimo's cold, childlike voice, "No, it's only 9:30, I'm going back."

An Xiang shuddered and instantly became alert.

She reached out and forcefully pushed Pei Yizhou away, pulling him up from the sofa amidst his bewildered and confused gaze.

"Momo's back!" An Xiang was very anxious, frantically pulling out tissues to wipe the marks on her fingertips. Seeing that Pei Yizhou still didn't react, she hurriedly pulled him towards the study.

"You should go inside and hide."

Pei Yizhou asked in a lazy tone, "Hmm?"

He might misunderstand if he sees you like this.

Pei Yizhou's current appearance is too suggestive; An Zimo, a Vampire baby whose teeth haven't even fully grown in yet, would definitely be suspicious.

Without saying a word, An Xiang push the person inside and lock the door so he wouldn't have a chance to come out.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell should ring at the appropriate time.

An Xiang limped towards the bathroom. Through the bathroom mirror, she saw her hair was disheveled, her skin was flushed, and her eyes were filled with tears, as if she had just experienced some indescribable activity.

An Xiang splashed some cold water on her face haphazardly, took a deep breath, and pretended to be calm as she went to open the door.

The four children were standing outside, each carrying large bags and small packages, all of which, upon closer inspection, were filled with plush toys.

"You guys weren't playing the claw machine? You're back so soon?"

Pei Chen was holding a large bag of plush toys, completely obscuring his head and making it impossible to see An Xiang's expression. His voice was muffled. "Zimo is too amazing. I don't know where that kid got his hands on some trick for winning at claw machines; he wins every time."

Because An Zimo's claw machine skills were so amazing, many people came to watch and tried to imitate him by inserting a few coins. The owner was initially quite angry, but seeing so many customers, he eventually let it go.

An Xiang looked at An Zimo in disbelief. "Baby, you're so amazing!"

An Zimo's face darkened, and his cold gaze swept over her from head to toe like an X-ray.

An Xiang was very flustered.

She hadn't done anything wrong, but she was just afraid of being found out by her son.

An Zimo bypassed An Xiang and went inside. She glanced around and saw the food and candlelight still on the dining table. Her brows furrowed, and she looked towards the study. Almost without suspicion, she pointed to the door and asked, "Is Mr. Pei inside?"

"..."

An Xiang stunned.

"Oh dear, is Great-Grandpa thinking about this place?" Pei Nuo dropped her doll and ran in excitedly. Her eyes lit up when she saw the candlelight, and she exclaimed, cupping her face in her hands, "It's the candlelight dinner on TV! Did Sister Xiangxiang kiss Great-Grandpa?"

Her big eyes were filled with curiosity.

An Xiang panicked and hurriedly waved her hands in denial. "Nuo Nuo, don't talk nonsense. How could I possibly kiss your great-grandfather?"

"But the male and female leads on TV always kiss during their candlelight dinners, right?" Pei Nuo tilted her head. "Aren't you shy?"

"I'm not... I'm not shy."

But your face is very red.

"Because it's too hot!" An Xiang cover her face. "Nuo Nuo, hurry home with your brother. Anyway, I didn't get to kiss your great-grandfather..."

Pei Nuo couldn't understand, and pouted, "Is it because my great-grandfather is no good?"

Thump.

A muffled thud came from the study, and the two Pei Chen brothers behind it were completely dumbfounded by those words.

Just then, Pei Yizhou opened the door and strode out.

He was no longer in a disheveled state; his shirt was neatly straightened, and his expression was calm, just as always.

Seeing that she had recovered, An Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that An Zimo was secretly observing the expression on her face.

"Great-Grandpa!" Pei Nuo opened her arms, rushed over and hugged Pei Yizhou's leg, calling him sweetly.

Pei Yizhou frowned, pulled the little boy away, and asked, "Where did you learn those words just now?"

The little girl answered seriously, "On TV, if the male lead doesn't kiss the female lead, the female lead will say, 'Are you impotent?'"

"Puff."

Pei Chen started laughing again from behind.

Pei Yizhou glared at him, and Pei Chen immediately turned around, quickly entered the password, and hid in the room, pulling Pei Yan back with him in the process.

He forced a helpless smile, bent down to pick up Nuo Nuo, and coldly reprimanded her. "You can't secretly watch TV anymore, and you can't say those kinds of things again."

Suddenly deprived of her right to watch TV, Pei Nuo slumped down. She bit her finger, looking aggrieved, and stubbornly continued to press, "... Did you kiss Xiangxiang?"

"No," he said. "We were just having a meal."

As he finished speaking, the man's gaze seemed to fall on An Xiang's face, his eyes subtly conveying a deeper meaning.

An Xiang hid her bitten finger behind her back, pretending to naturally turn her head away to avoid those eyes.

Although the two did not speak, there was an inexplicable understanding between them.

"I'll head back now. Thank you for today."

Goodnight, Mr. Pei.

After seeing the man off, An Xiang let out a long sigh of relief.

She was about to take a shower when she noticed An Zimo staring at her silently from behind.

"What's wrong, Momo?"

An Zimo remained silent, but his gaze made An Xiang a little flustered.

"I... we really didn't kiss." An Xiang, afraid that her son might think the same thing, tried hard to explain, "Mr. Pei had too much to drink, so I let him rest in the study. Don't listen to Nuo Nuo's nonsense; she watches too many TV dramas and tends to think about all sorts of random things."

An Xiang's eyes darted away. She absolutely couldn't let her son know that Pei Yizhou had taken her drugs. He could barely accept his own identity, so he probably couldn't accept something like this happening around him.

An Zimo heard those heartfelt words clearly.

He pursed his lips, glanced at An Xiang's neck, but didn't see any teeth marks. He then began searching elsewhere, finally fixing his gaze on An Xiang's slightly red index finger.

An Zimo's pupils flickered, and he seemed inexplicably angry.

Humans aren't domesticated food.

"Ah... ah?"

An Zimo bit her lip, stomped her foot hard, threw the doll in her hand at An Xiang's feet, turned around and ran back to her room, locking the door behind her.

An Xiang at the little sheep for a few seconds, then slowly smiled.

"Momo, is this a gift you specially brought for Mommy?"

An Zimo shouted through the door, "You got it for 2 yuan, don't flatter yourself."

"Thank you for the doll." An Xiang hug the little lamb and gave it a big kiss.

An Zimo flew into a rage. "I told you not to flatter yourself!!"

An Xiang her son might be being a little arrogant, so she didn't argue further. She held the doll and placed it near the pillow in the coffin. This was the first gift her son had ever given her, and she wanted to protect it carefully.

Night falls.

An Zimo couldn't sleep at all while alone in the coffin. He secretly picked up the phone watch that he had found a few days ago, stared at Pei Yizhou's contact information for a few seconds, and then gritted his teeth and typed.

[An Zimo: How can you, as a man, have absolutely no self-control?]

[Pei Yizhou:?]

[An Zimo: I really misjudged you.]

[Pei Yizhou:??]

An Zimo had originally wanted him and An Xiang to have a second child, but now it seemed that men who treated women like food were completely unreliable. It wasn't that he suddenly changed his mind and didn't want An Xiang to have a second child, but he just found it hard to accept a race that sucked human blood...

Thinking about it, An Zimo unconsciously touched his teeth. He would have been better off not touching them, because touching them made him dumbfounded again.

It seems like my teeth... have grown in!!!

An Zimo rolled out of the coffin and hurriedly picked up a small mirror to look at himself.

Fangs.

Real, fangs.

It's like an animal's canine tooth, but much sharper.

Shrink back!!

An Zimo tried desperately to push his teeth upwards, wanting them to hide inside, but no matter what he did, they remained firmly sticking out.

Damn it!!

He stared bloodshot at his reflection in the mirror, his fangs bared, his heart filled with repulsion, utterly unable to accept that he looked like a monster.

What should I do? I can't leave the house at all like this.

Will they always be like this?

No, he could accept not being human; but he absolutely could not accept these damn teeth!

An Zimo paced anxiously, when suddenly a brilliant idea struck him.

Just grind it smooth!

Since Vampire can eat human food, it means that blood is not a necessity. Once they grind down their teeth, they are no different from usual.

An Zimo acted An Xiang. He sneaked into the storage room, squatted on the floor, and searched around by the light of a flashlight until he finally found the toolbox. Among the tweezers, clamps, and small chainsaw, he found a shovel, grabbed it, and ran back to his bedroom, where he began grinding his teeth in front of the mirror.

An Zimo originally thought this would be easy, but he found it was not so simple when he actually did it.

The fangs were connected to the gums, and grinding them too hard would cause the gums to swell. What was worse was that the teeth were very strong, and he only managed to smooth down a tiny bit of the small corners after using a lot of effort.

So tired.

An Zimo let go and rested for a while, but still refused to give up and continued grinding.

His mouth was sore from being open for so long, and the clock ticked slowly with the grinding of his teeth. It was almost 2 o'clock, and his fangs had finally been worn down a tiny bit thanks to his tireless efforts.

An Zimo couldn't resist the drowsiness any longer, so he reluctantly stopped what he was doing, hugged the short guy, and lay back down in the coffin.

Grinding teeth is like the Foolish Old Man moving mountains or Jingwei filling the sea; as long as he tries hard, he will eventually be able to grind them down.

***

The next day.

An Zimo got up very early, and the first thing he did upon waking was to pick up a mirror to examine his fangs. Without the sharp corners, the fangs looked even more ridiculous.

"Momo, it's time for school."

An Zimo jolted and burrowed into the blankets, wrapping herself up tightly.

"Momo, you can't stay in bed." An Xiang walked to the coffin and reached out to push him.

An Zimo clung tightly to the blanket, refusing to get out, her childish voice muffled. "I don't want to go to kindergarten today."

"Can't."

An Zimo was very stubborn. "I'm a genius, I don't need to go to kindergarten."

"Even if you're an angel, you still have to go to kindergarten." An Xiang the clothes out of the closet and placed them next to him, issuing an ultimatum, "If you don't get up in five minutes, I'm pulling off the covers."

An Xiang say something harsh, so she turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

He lay there for a while longer, then slowly got up and changed his clothes.

"Momo, why are you wearing a mask?"

An Xiang looked at An Zimo, who had just come out of the bedroom, with surprise. A black mask covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible.

"Are you feeling unwell?" An Xiang asked worriedly.

An Zimo's gaze remained calm as he coolly uttered a single word. "Handsome."

An Xiang was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, "You're handsome, but how do you eat?"

An Zimo turned her head away. "I won't eat."

"No, I'll be hungry."

"Eat at school."

The kindergarten provides breakfast, and children can choose to eat it or not.

An Xiang didn't insist. "Then go brush your teeth and wash your face. You'll leave with Nuo Nuo and the others later. Uncle Pei's assistant will take you to school today."

"Oh," An Zimo replied casually, and strode towards the restroom with his short legs.

An Xiang to ask his retreating figure, "Remember to take off your mask when you brush your teeth."

An responded An Xiang the sound of the door slamming shut.

An Zimo stood on a stool in front of the sink, his mask hanging beside him. His gums were bleeding a little while brushing his teeth, probably because he had been too rough with them yesterday. An Zimo didn't care, carefully rinsing away the blood, putting his mask back on, and leaving the bathroom.

"You can't lose your watch today. If anything happens, you have to tell Mommy, okay?"

"Hmm." An Zimo nodded coolly, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and left home.

**

We finally arrived at the kindergarten.

Wearing a heavy mask, An Zimo was quite an oddity in the class. He sat quietly in his seat, receiving the curious gazes of his classmates, while the aroma of food wafting from all directions made his stomach rumble.

"Momo, are you really not going to eat breakfast?" Teacher Lin asked, bending down.

An Zimo shook his head, his speech slightly unclear due to his teeth. "I've already eaten at home."

"Alright then." Teacher Lin placed two packets of sandwiches on his desk and gently patted the top of his head. "Here, take these. You can eat them after class if you're hungry."

An Zimo's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not refuse, letting the sandwich lie quietly on the desk.

"But why is Momo wearing a mask? Does she have a cold?"

An Zimo shook his head and said, "Handsome."

Teacher Liu pursed her lips, suppressing a smile. Children this age have many ideas, especially since they are not normal humans, and their thoughts are even more bizarre. As long as they don't do anything outrageous, teachers usually won't interfere.

"Okay, then remember to take it off if you feel unwell."

An Zimo didn't say anything, and instead lay on the table drawing little figures.

He was starving, his chest pressed against his back. The hunger made him unable to concentrate on any other work, especially since the chubby boy Fufu next to him was eating heartily and constantly tempting him.

An Zimo swallowed repeatedly; the sandwich next to him had the words "Eat Me" written on it.

"Class, let's get ready for class!"

"Okay~~" the children drawled, obediently throwing their empty trash bags into their small plates, wiping their mouths clean, each one doing it neatly and orderly.

An Zimo gritted his teeth and threw the sandwich back into his schoolbag.

He knew he couldn't eat right now, because if he ate, people would see his worn-down teeth, and even if no one else said anything, that annoying Pei Yan would definitely laugh at him.

"An Zimo, you're not taking off your mask, could it be that you have dental deformities?"

Just as he was thinking this, Pei Yan quietly made a sarcastic remark.

These words struck a nerve, An Zimo glared back fiercely.

Teacher Lin was leading the children in games. Compared to the energetic kindergarten students, An Zimo looked like a wilted eggplant, so hungry that he had no energy at all. Finally, when the class ended, he carefully hid the sandwich in his clothes, avoided being seen, and quickly slipped into the toilet.

An Zimo was so hungry that he didn't care whether the cubicle was clean or not. He tore open the package and wolfed down the food.

The sandwiches in the kindergarten cafeteria were all developed by the chef himself, and they were not in the same league as those cheap sandwiches outside. The sausages were delicious and the vegetables were fresh. He ate them in big bites and finished them off in just a few bites.

An Zimo was still somewhat unsatisfied. He licked his fingers as if savoring the moment, then put his mask back on and opened the bathroom door.

Outside, Fu Ze was waiting in line to use the restroom.

The two looked at each other, speechless.

"Belch."

An Zimo, feeling stuffed, couldn't help but let out a burp in front of Fu Ze.

"..."

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Fu Ze: Teacher, An Zimo eats shit.

***

The first two hundred red envelopes.

Dad, please don't lock me up!!!! I didn't write anything!!!! Dad!!! I'll kowtow to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just wanted to have a meal!!!