Chapter 3067: Blood-Stained Addiction 43

When the rites ended and they lifted their heads, the six marquises' eyelids jerked hard.

Saiyin let Jin Chen lead him, his steps slow, his eyes almost devoid of light, only a hazy stillness.

He didn't even glance at any of his friends in the hall, simply following Jin Chen step by step until Jin Chen sat in the seat of honor, lifted Saiyin onto his lap sideways, and wrapped him completely in his embrace.

Held like that, Saiyin lightly rested his head on Jin Chen's shoulder, saying nothing.

……What's wrong with Sitelande!

The six marquises knew Saiyin was gravely injured, but never imagined he'd be… this foolish, so quiet it was even more still than when they first saw him six hundred years ago!

Yilaina even wanted to secretly use a magic stone to record this once-in-a-thousand-years scene, but the Emperor's gaze swept over unintentionally, and she hastily suppressed her reckless impulse.

Jin Chen briefly explained the reason to the six marquises, then began asking about the subsequent handling of the Addasia remnants.

Malaji, in charge of this, hastily gathered his thoughts, stepped forward, and reported.

Probably because the discussion had gone on a while, Saiyin, who had been quietly leaning in Jin Chen's embrace, moved a bit.

He slowly lifted his head from Jin Chen's shoulder, sat upright, the hall's sound cut off abruptly, and the six marquises' gazes all turned to Saiyin.

All that could be seen was Saiyin quietly gazing at Jin Chen's profile, then reaching out to tug lightly at a strand of hair on his chest.

Jin Chen paused his conversation with Malaji, lowered his head to look at Saiyin in his arms, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Saiyin's beautiful yet vacant eyes met Jin Chen's concerned gaze; he took the hand that had originally been around his waist, opened his mouth to hold the fingertip, and rubbed it with his fangs.

"I'm hungry."

Perhaps because in their previous several intimate contacts and soothing, Jin Chen always fed him blood at the end, already conditioning Saiyin; now, with his soul damaged and even less able to control bodily reactions, the moment he realized he was hungry, his craving for the blood father surged forth.

Sitting on Jin Chen's leg, he dampened a small patch of the robe on Jin Chen's leg, and a fragile watery hue blurred in the depths of his eyes.

Jin Chen drew his arm in, pulling Saiyin closer, sped up his speech, and in a few words clearly arranged the upcoming affairs.

The six marquises, their feelings complex, hastily bowed and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

But this hall was vast and empty, giving Saiyin no sense of security, and eliciting no reaction.

Undeniably, Saiyin's compliant, taking-only-him nature, revealing even his most basic desires solely to him, greatly pleased Jin Chen's hidden, wicked desire to keep and nurture.

He previously still had some regret, lacking the chance to personally accompany the newly turned, clueless little vampire from start to finish, raising and possessing him; now, it seems by a twist of fate, this regret has been made up for.

Jin Chen's heart welled with immense satisfaction, as if, no matter how excessive or possessive his actions toward this beautiful, fragile doll in his arms were, they were exactly what Saiyin's subconscious craved.

Thus, Jin Chen's tone grew ever gentler; he brushed his lips against Saiyin's icy forehead and whispered, "Be good, I'll feed you now."

But at the same time, the blood-line tentacles representing another part of his mental power, making no attempt to hide, proliferated from all around Jin Chen, flexibly coiling around Saiyin's body to fondle him intimately.

Several strands wrapped around Saiyin's thighs, which had become slightly plump from nourishment during his recovery, digging into the delicate flesh and leaving indentations.

Several others coiled around his abdomen, even maliciously giving a light press.

Saiyin's body shuddered, yet he did not dodge; his soul's chaos had stripped him of most shame, leaving only absolute obedience to the blood father and his body's instinctive pleasure, and he even sank his waist slightly into that pressure.

"Mm…"

He let out a groan that sounded painful, his eyes glistening with moisture, still biting Jin Chen's fingertip.

Jin Chen lowered his eyes to admire the curve drawn out by the tentacles beneath Saiyin's robe, yet he remained infatuated, clinging to his embrace, craving his giving.

Truly beautiful…

Jin Chen sighed in his heart, his treasure truly beautiful.

He was very glad he hadn't just left Saiyin alone in the coffin, waiting for the rites to end before returning to feed him.

Otherwise, given Saiyin's current state, he might well have curled up miserably in the coffin, unconsciously shedding tears, or tormented his own body in a more clumsy way.

"You should always be with me, right?" Jin Chen lowered his head, kissed Saiyin's damp eye corners, and his smile grew richer.

Saiyin was convulsed by the ravaging blood lines, unable to speak a full sentence, and even choked a little by Jin Chen's fresh blood, yet he still solemnly nodded, "Yes."

Where the blood father is, there he is.

——

Jin Chen's caregiving was excessively meticulous, reaching a point where indulgence and control went hand in hand.

And during that long period when Saiyin was oblivious to external reactions, Jin Chen's innate wickedness was nourished and grew ever more swollen.

He even took charge of dressing Saiyin himself.

Each day Jin Chen personally selected clothing, dressing Saiyin to the utmost splendor, like a meticulously adorned doll meant only for his own viewing.

His sanity returned on an ordinary afternoon.

Saiyin lay in the coffin, Jin Chen stood beside him, leisurely picking up the prepared garments, intending to dress him as usual.

Saiyin's eyelashes twitched, and he quietly blushed.

Jin Chen noticed at once, hooked Saiyin's tense chin to lift his face, and asked, "Recovered?"

Saiyin couldn't avoid it, nodded, and though his sanity had returned, his admiration and reliance on Jin Chen remained, murmuring, "Um… blood father."

"How… is your heart fusion coming along? Anywhere else uncomfortable?"

Better not mention it; but bringing it up made Jin Chen think of the day Saiyin nearly died in the Holy Court, and he snorted laughingly in anger.

He loosened the fingers holding Saiyin's chin, and his fingertip jabbed his forehead once.

"Recovered surprisingly fast." Jin Chen said lightly, his tone giving no hint of praise or anything else.

Then he withdrew his hand, turned around, and without another glance at Saiyin, walked straight out of the room.

"Since you're recovered, dress yourself."

As his words fell, Jin Chen's silhouette had already vanished behind the curtain leading from the inner chamber to the outer hall.

Saiyin: "………"

Jin Chen was still angry… If only I'd known, I should have pretended a bit more earlier!

Saiyin ruefully thought, Now it's clear the blood father intends not to let him off easily, and he doesn't know what punishment awaits later…

Saiyin, feeling wronged, buttoned up the remaining buttons one by one, then, feeling wronged, walked to the outer side chamber where the sweet-tasting nutritional tonic was customarily placed.

After drinking the tonic, he again, feeling wronged, searched the vast palace for Jin Chen's silhouette, but still couldn't find him.