Chapter 3055: Addiction Beneath the Blood 31

Saiyin was overcome with shame, he lowered his gaze, his long lashes trembling, wet tears still clinging to them, he didn't know what to do.

Then, he could only reach out, tightly gripping Jin Chen's chest lapel, burying his face in his neck hollow, clinging dependently and obsessively to his embrace, asking helplessly in a broken voice, "What should I do..."

He really is so obedient.

Jin Chen felt satisfied and let out a sigh.

He lowered his head, kissed Saiyin's wet eyelids, wiping away the salty tears.

"Good," his voice softened, coaxing, "Go out, show yourself, and see them off."

Saiyin: "......?"

But what state is Saiyin in now.

His bodily reaction hadn't subsided; indeed, because the earlier teasing was cut off, it surged even more, unbearable, filling his mind and vision with only the desire to cling to Jin Chen and take more.

His face was still played with, looking so pitiful, tear tracks not dry, lips swollen, eyes red.

Even beside the red mark left by the tightened corset, at some point a rose vine Jin Chen had casually plucked from the window of the Worship Pavilion had wrapped around, its thorns stimulating, forming a strange stimulation with the internal heat, like something growing under the skin, an itch that wouldn't stop.

"No..." Saiyin instinctively resisted, his voice soft as a plea, how could he go out like this?

But Jin Chen wouldn't let him keep hugging, even began helping Saiyin straighten his fallen sacrificial robe, only the rose vine wound around his waist he didn't remove.

He also didn't make Saiyin wear the corset that had left the red mark again.

No one knew what lay beneath that solemn, elegant black robe.

Jin Chen happily kissed Saiyin's still-red swollen lip corner, his voice hoarse and magnetic from satisfaction, "Good, I'll accompany you, my lord, to see off the guests, okay?"

His tone was less a suggestion and more a notification.

Saiyin had no choice but to obey.

He struggled, with Jin Chen's support barely standing steady, the internal odd sensation and the vine's sting too clear; he could only take a deep breath, forcibly suppress the sob in his throat, strive to restore a calm expression, though the crimson at his eye corners and the urge to tear lingered.

With each step, the vine would sway slightly, its fine thorns lightly scraping his skin.

Jin Chen followed half a step behind, like the most loyal attendant trailing Saiyin, they left the Worship Pavilion and re-entered the corridor leading to the Ritual Hall.

The air of the Ritual Hall rushed over them.

A mix of rich vampire aura and magic, sweet bloody brew fragrance, the fresh iron rust smell from blood servants letting blood, for Saiyin with keen smell and his abnormal state, it was almost unbearable.

He found it hard to bear, his chest churned, he craved even more the sandalwood scent of the person behind him, his body swayed slightly.

But Jin Chen was unlike before; he wouldn't even subtly support him in public, or soothe him with his aura.

This time, Jin Chen merely followed silently, his hand not even touching him.

Saiyin could only endure the damp discomfort on his body, the vine's sting, and his extreme craving for Jin Chen's scent and touch, straightening his back as he walked back to the Ritual Hall's main platform.

As soon as he appeared, all the vampires' gazes snapped onto him.

Saiyin's expression was cold and aloof, showing no emotion, his blood-red eyes calmly sweeping below, he announced in a light voice, "Today's banquet ends here."

The nobles, having experienced the sudden descent and embarrassed departure of Prince Jiaxiya, and then the terrifying scene of the ancestor's manifestation, had no mind to linger, wishing to leave this place of right and wrong at once.

Hearing Saiyin's words, they all bowed in salute.

Saiyin stood before the throne, watching those backs disappear one by one into the darkness beyond the Ritual Hall's main gate.

The last noble withdrew from the Ritual Hall bowing, leaving only seven counts and Jin Chen.

At this moment, Fei'erwen stepped forward a few paces.

He didn't look at Saiyin, but directly gazed at Jin Chen, who followed half a step behind Saiyin, with unusual eagerness, even a faint excitement.

"Jin Chen," Fei'erwen said softly, "the roses in the Vine Garden are blooming perfectly tonight; I wonder if you'd be interested in having a chat?"

As soon as he spoke, the surrounding air seemed to thicken a bit.

Saiyin's expression instantly turned cold, icy displeasure surging in his blood-red eyes, but immediately, that coldness mingled with an imperceptible panic.

His state now……utterly terrible, the internal dampness and longing nearly overwhelming his reason, the vine's sting and the icy emptiness beneath his robe constantly reminding him of the absurdity in the Worship Pavilion earlier, he relied solely on willpower to hold on.

He feared that Jin Chen, having eaten Motisi's baseless jealousy tonight, would truly abandon him like this, and so he accepted Fei'erwen's invitation.

He even dared not, as usual, coldly rebuke Fei'erwen's overstep.

Under the subtle gazes of the other several counts, Saiyin turned sideways, grasping Jin Chen's hand hanging at his side, his fingers icy cold, slightly trembling.

Saiyin lifted his gaze, looking at Jin Chen, mist still unspent in his blood pupils, the corners crimson, lips lightly bitten, wanting to speak but stopping, looking so pitiful.

Jin Chen lowered his eyes, the sour jealousy that had been brewing since the Worship Pavilion suddenly faded, his heart ultimately softening.

He patted the back of Saiyin's tightly gripped hand, his thumb lightly rubbing Saiyin's tiger's mouth, looking toward Fei'erwen awaiting a reply, a detached polite smile reappearing on his face.

"Sorry, Count Fei'erwen. The Count is fatigued today and needs rest; let's talk another day."

Jin Chen refused bluntly, not even giving Fei'erwen a chance to speak.

Having said that, he reversed his grip, taking Saiyin's icy hand, applying slight pressure, supporting his slightly weakening body, feeling through the black sacrificial robe the body's temperature and faint tremor, "Let's go back."

After walking a few steps, confirming they were out of everyone's sight, Jin Chen then turned his head to glance at Saiyin leaning in his embrace, uncontrollably trembling with fine spasms.

He curled the corner of his mouth slightly, leaning to the Count's crimson ear, "Saiyin, good."