Chapter 3035: Blood‑Stained Addiction 11

Inside the bedroom.

Osdin saw Jin Chen leave, his heart resolved, he further lowered his posture, holding a tray, carefully walked a few steps, stopped a few steps away from the bed, then bowed slightly again.

"My lord, please allow me to serve you and change your robes."

Saiyin sat on the edge of the bed, one hand propped at his side, the other casually resting on his knee, scrutinizing Osdin as if to dissect this human skin and see what lay inside.

"Come here." Saiyin suddenly said.

Osdin startled, stood before Saiyin, still holding the deep‑red robe in his hands, his gaze lowered to the Carpet beneath his feet.

Saiyin reached out, grabbed his collar, his fingers catching the edge of Osdin's white robe at the neckline.

"My, my lord……" Osdin's voice trembled, unsure whether from fear or anticipation.

Saiyin's outstretched nail gradually sharpened, lightly scraping the exposed skin on Osdin's neck; a wound appeared and scarlet blood beads immediately seeped out.

For ordinary viscount‑ or count‑level vampires, Osdin's blood, containing the lingering holy power of a former Holy Knight and the essence of human life, was a rare delicacy enough to excite them.

But in Saiyin's perception, especially in this room still scented with Jin Chen's blood, Osdin's blood tasted bland, a world apart—like after savoring the finest aged vintage, then taking a sip of watered‑down cheap beer.

Saiyin's brows furrowed in disgust, he loosened his grip on Osdin's collar, as if he had touched something filthy.

Osdin staggered, clutched the wound on his neck, his face turned deathly pale.

He saw the undisguised contempt in Saiyin's eyes.

But… why? His blood is clearly special! The Holy Court's archbishop has said his blood, after sanctification, has a special allure for dark creatures.

Saiyin only felt puzzled—what was that strange power on Osdin that day in the hall, the force that made him unable to look away twice, why couldn't he smell it today? Or perhaps that power didn't belong to Osdin himself, but came from something else?

Saiyin suddenly felt overwhelming irritation, "Get out."

Osdin's body shuddered, he still wanted to say something, "My lord……"

"I said get out!" Saiyin flicked his hand, splashing dark‑red wine mixed with shattered glass over Osdin, staining his white undershirt filthy, a few shards even cut his cheeks, leaving thin blood lines.

Osdin fell to the ground, his eye sockets slightly reddened, feeling an unprecedented humiliation!

Though he possessed the power and protection granted by the Holy Court, though he carried a drop of ancient blood capable of tempting any vampire, why did that unknown mixed‑blood human become the Count's favorite overnight, while he, a Holy Knight of the Holy Court, had to kneel on the ground and be tossed out like trash!

Saiyin stepped on the Carpet, like a beautiful beast trapped in a cage, pacing irritably around the room.

Jin Chen's blood scent still faintly tugged at his desire, while Osdin's unpleasant blood aura and failed performance only intensified his irritation.

His gaze unintentionally swept over the messy bed and saw the black whip Jin Chen had carelessly tossed at the foot of the bed the night before, the dark‑red gem on its hilt dull and lifeless.

Saiyin's steps halted as he stared at the whip, a fleeting gleam flashing in his blood‑red pupils.

Last night…… it was this whip, used by that reckless mixed‑blood, to……

Hmph, that mixed‑blood, while doing something utterly offensive, somehow makes one's heart sway even amid anger.

Saiyin turned and strode off, determined to find that damned, cunning, reckless mixed‑blood and get answers!

Moreover, he was hungry! Ravenous! Only that mixed‑blood's blood could quench the burning thirst in his throat and the inexplicable surge of restlessness in his chest!

——

Jin Chen had only eaten half of his breakfast when the small dining room door was flung open in an almost violent manner.

The two or three low‑rank blood servants standing in the dining hall shuddered, nearly dropping what they held, and all thumped to their knees, heads bowed low, daring not to look toward the door.

Even Osdin, who had just come out of the small hall with wine stains and blood still on his clothes, was startled by the commotion, instinctively dropping to his knees and burying his head even lower.

For a moment, only Jin Chen sat calmly at the dark long table, seemingly oblivious to the suffocating pressure in the room, his silver hair loosely draped over his shoulders, his white robe falling neatly, as he slightly lifted his gaze toward the door.

Saiyin wore only a loosely tied deep‑red sleeping robe, his waistband slack, his black hair somewhat disheveled, a few strands sticking to his cheeks flushed with an abnormal pink, his whole body exuding irritable hostility.

In the leaden morning light, his red robe accentuated his already striking visage, making him look ever more like a gorgeous ghost slowly crawling from a dark bed, carrying damp temptation and undisguised fury.

Jin Chen leisurely brought the half‑berry on his fork to his mouth, chewed gently, his gaze calm as he met Saiyin's swift approach, then glanced at Osdin kneeling on the floor.

Saiyin strode straight to Jin Chen's side, slightly bent, his fangs uncontrollably extending past his lips, he bit again into the wound on Jin Chen's neck; the irritation and ferocity coiled in his brows overflowed, only this sweet blood could slightly quell that nameless fire.

Jin Chen raised his arm, encircling Saiyin's waist as he leaned in, in an almost embracing posture, and lightly patted Saiyin's tight waist.

He lowered his eyes, his voice soft and slow, "Count, eat first."

Saiyin, his waist held by Jin Chen, paused his motion, turned his head, disparagingly glanced at the simple food on Jin Chen's plate, then lifted his chin, glaring at Jin Chen with eyes full of dissatisfaction, and jabbed his cold fingers at the scabbed area near Jin Chen's neck.

"I want to eat." He gritted his teeth, his voice thick with suppressed desire and irritation, the skin beneath his fingertips warm, his pulse throbbing— to him, it was like the sweetest summons.

Jin Chen lightly rubbed Saiyin's back, his tone tinged with helpless teasing, "Are you trying to starve me to death so you can pick a new favorite attendant?"

Saiyin: "……"

This damned mixed‑blood! He actually dares to bring that up!

Yet strangely, being held at the waist by Jin Chen, lightly patted on the back, and hearing his helpless‑tinged, almost affectionate complaint, the violence and agitation churning in Saiyin's chest actually eased a bit—not only the allure of blood scent, but this bodily contact also brought comfort to his icy frame.

He had never been this close to any food before; vampire etiquette is proud and aloof, touch usually meaning punishment or feeding.

Saiyin actually refrained from forcibly biting Jin Chen's neck, instead, in that half‑embracing awkward posture, with a hint of reluctance, he sat down in Jin Chen's arms.