Chapter 28 Can’t he bear the pain?

   The evening wind mixed with the coldness of the cliffs came from all directions.

   Nicola reached out a hand and slammed Arthur's wrist.

   Not only was the boy slender, but his wrists were also pitifully thin. She pinched him with one hand and pressed him directly under the window, unable to move at all.

   Although there was no hesitation in Nicola's movements, she always felt that her spiritual sea was a bit strange, as if she had been touched by something strange, which made her even confused.

   Nicola has never been a person who pays attention to details. She has no time to pay attention to her own mental world. She only wants to make a quick victory, so her other hand quickly grabs Arthur's collar and pulls it down hard.

   The boy was wearing a cyan uniform, and when she pulled it with one hand, the buttons fell off, revealing a section of fair skin. Because the neckline is too big, half of the clavicle is exposed, and the clavicle pit formed is smooth and deep.

   Arthur's face was flushed, his black hair was messy, and his eyes were wide-eyed. He was obviously angry but couldn't do anything about it. He struggled to move his wrist, but was unable to break free. He was like a lioness being bitten on the back of the neck. When he looked up at Nicola, his Adam's apple rolled because he was so nervous.

   Nicola's gaze dropped, and she saw his neck, which was thin and long, easily reminiscent of a swan's neck, which was so beautiful that it was almost deathly beautiful.

   Nicola remembered that in the early novels, it was said that the male protagonist was a brittle glass, and that was absolutely true. With his appearance, even if she is not a pervert, there are still many people rushing to pervert, right?

   Nicola's fingertips lightly slid across Arthur's throat. The young man trembled and his legs subconsciously curled up.

   "Don't be afraid, I'll take a bite." Nicola is used to doing this kind of thing, and now she doesn't have any psychological burden at all.

   Her long red hair fell down and was blown up in layers by the wind, covering half of Arthur's face. The boy's sight was blocked, and he turned slightly to avoid it, but the girl opened her mouth and bit...his Adam's apple.

   Although the boy is starting to grow up, he is still a man, and a special place like his Adam's apple must be extremely sensitive.

   Arthur whimpered and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but Nicola didn't bite him completely, so she refused to let go.

   The girl lowered her eyebrows and was totally focused on biting her Adam's apple, so she didn't pay attention to the weird atmosphere around her. In fact, even if she paid attention, she couldn't see it.

   It is night, and in this night, there are thicker threads rising up and down. These threads are winding and undulating, entangled with the fiery red threads, tightly twisted, and in the light and shadow, they seem to be fused together.

   In this ball of black and red thread, the red-haired girl leaned forward slightly and buried her head. The boy raised his head, his eyes were pure black, and his eyelashes were trembling. From the initial nervousness and confusion, to the gradual darkness.

   From Arthur's perspective, he could see the red threads entangled in Lilith's body, and his mental power, when he had no conscious control, was like a beast that smelled blood, impatient, ferocious and greedy, absorbing those red lines.

   The black threads were entangled with the red threads, so flexible and delicate that Arthur could even detect their pleasure.

   Pleasurable? Why is it pleasurable?

   The girl's sharp teeth pierced his skin, and Arthur shuddered all over, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He even felt that his blood began to boil, like a small stone being thrown into the calm lake surface, and then the calm lake surface suddenly became turbulent.

   Arthur reached out and grabbed Nicola's wrist.

   Nicola paused, with blood on the corners of her lips, and looked up at him with a slightly confused expression.

   At some point, Arthur had already struggled from her hand. The young man was sitting there, looking at her with a knowing look in his eyes. Nicola couldn't see the expression clearly.

   "That's enough." The young man rolled his Adam's apple, and it was extremely difficult for him to utter these words.

   Arthur's skin was extremely white, which made Nicola's teeth marks particularly obvious. It was bright red, bloody, and so clear that you could count how many teeth had been bitten.

   The two delicate rows are small and round, like a small closed egg, with the white and rolling throat inside. When the boy swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled, the circle of teeth marks rippled slightly, and a drop of blood gently slipped down, fell into his neck, and disappeared to an unknown place.

   Between white and red, there is a bit of charm and emotion.

   The wind blows, and the young man's slender body trembles intermittently as if being pulled by silk threads. He closed his eyes and still sat there, holding the corners of his clothes with his hands. Under Nicola's probing gaze, he couldn't help but curl up.

   Did she bite too hard?

   Seeing Arthur's aggrieved little behavior, Nicola felt for the first time that she might have gone too far. The system only said to take one bite, but not how hard it was to be bitten. Nicola carried her own personal anger with this bite and bit it a little deeper, already drawing blood.

   She hated these crappy tasks so much that she couldn't stop them.

   But it's just a little bit of blood. A man can't bear even this little pain?

   Nicola couldn't help but frown when she saw a few tears hanging on Arthur's eyelashes.

   For real, so fragile?

   Nicola stood quietly for a while. She took off her coat and threw it to Arthur. She said stiffly, "It's cold tonight." After that, she turned around and left.

   The boy was buried in the girl's fragrant coat, revealing half of his delicate face. His eyes were extremely dark and innocent, and the tears hanging on his thick eyelashes were trembling slightly.

   It hurt, but Arthur didn't cry because of the pain.

   He is...pleasant.

   Arthur's face flushed instantly. He suddenly buried his face in Nicola's coat, and then his already red face flushed even more when he touched the sweet fragrance and subconsciously thought of something.

   Arthur's breathing gradually became faster, and he slowly raised his eyes to reveal a pair of eyes. In his sight, he could see Nicola disappearing in front of him.

   A long red silk thread was trailing on her back, which was pulled by the black silk thread. She struggled to break free for a long time before she could barely free herself from the black silk thread.

   But even so, there were still some red threads that were twisted and swallowed by the black threads.

   They were like a black tide, rushing towards the red thread. The red thread that had lost the protection of its owner was swallowed up in just an instant.

   The surge of spiritual sea made Arthur couldn't help but groan silently, and then he found that his spiritual power had increased again.

   Weird.

   Arthur finally realized the strangeness of the matter.

   He closed his eyes and tried to remember when he noticed the abnormality in his spiritual sea.

   The first time was when Lilith took away his...underwear.

   What about the second time? It was when Lilith... took a sip of the nutrient solution he had left.

   So, what about the third time? What about the fourth time?

   Arthur's closed eyes suddenly opened, Lilith, he was inseparable from Lilith every time, why on earth was this? Could it be that every time he was humiliated by Lilith, could he make his mental power increase? Or is it that no matter who humiliates him, his mental power will increase?

   No, not Euro·Jacobs, nor anyone else.

   Only Lilith.

   But why?

   Arthur reached out and touched his Adam's apple.

   It was slightly sticky, smelled of saliva, and had bite marks.

   The black thread was slowly retracted. Classical and beautiful oil paintings hung on both sides of the lengthy castle corridor. The black thread wandered from them and returned to Arthur as if alive.

   Arthur raised his hand and pulled out a red silk thread.

   The short piece of red was pulled out of the black silk thread by Arthur's efforts. The red threads were surrounded by black threads, pitifully gathered in Arthur's palm, tentatively and gently wrapped around his fingertips.

   Arthur looked at the spiritual power wrapped around his fingertips, like a red ring, and suddenly thought of Lilith.

   What a beautiful red, he thought.