C6 He Is the Descendant of the Blood Clan!

Di Yeming was actually a descendant of the Blood Clan. When he was a child, his grandfather once told him that his liking for the taste of blood was due to a peculiar illness. However, as he grew older, he began to understand many things, such as the mysterious existence of the Blood Clan in this world.

The Di family was one of the clans within the Blood Clan. With the development of society, as a member of the Blood Clan, he couldn't freely seek out food for himself; some things had to be done in secret.

The Di family had a laboratory that stored many blood bags, all meant to provide food for the young master, Di Yeming. But every time he drank from these blood bags, his body would break out in a rash, as if he were having an allergic reaction. It was a painful experience, and after each full moon, Yeming would have to stay out of the public eye for at least three days.

Yeming's purple eyes moved, finally locking onto the trembling figure in the corner. Today, he was determined not to touch any blood; he wanted to know what he was like without it. But upon seeing this woman, Yeming realized that his resolve was slipping away.

Chi Zaozao didn't know when she had become someone else's prey.

Chi Zaozao crouched in the corner, her vision blurred as she looked up and saw a figure. She knew someone was there before she entered the elevator.

"Please, help me," Zaozao pleaded with the person in front of her. "Can you call the police? I need to go to the hospital, I'm begging you."

Di Yeming remained unmoved. It wasn't that he was indifferent, but he found himself caught in an internal struggle. He tried to control himself, but for some reason, he could smell the scent on this woman—not any perfume, but the scent of fresh blood.

The elevator stopped at the top floor. As the doors opened, Yeming bent down and picked up the woman from the floor, burying his face in the crook of her neck, seemingly inhaling her scent with a kind of greed.

Yeming hurriedly took out a key card, opened the door, and placed her on the carpet. Thankfully, the carpet was thick, and the dazed Zaozao only furrowed her brow slightly.

Just moments ago, when he held her, she felt a surprising comfort, not wanting to leave his embrace.

The top floor was designed entirely with glass, so when Zaozao opened her eyes and saw the starry sky above, she smiled. Was she in heaven? At least here, she wouldn't feel any pain. Heaven must be free of betrayal, right?

"Huh? Is this an angel?"

"Huh? Such a beautiful angel, and those eyes are purple. I really like them~"

In a daze, Chi Zaozao saw Yeming above her. What kind of scene is this, she wondered.

He had his hands on the ground, with the clear-eyed Chi Zaozao beneath him. Chi Zaozao felt as if she couldn't sense her body anymore. She could only rely on her feelings, reaching out to cup Yeming's face with her hands, her voice small, "Are you an angel sent from heaven to save me? How can you be so beautiful?" Then, changing her tone to sound pitiful, she pleaded, "Please, help me. I feel awful. How can I feel so bad even after dying?"