Fengguang thought back to how the original story described Zeng Xue’s background. She grew up in a single-parent household, raised by her father, who was just an ordinary university professor researching vampire culture. The reason Zeng Xue transferred to Osiris Academy was simply that her father had heard somewhere that Osiris was a town where vampires appeared, so he moved there with his daughter.
Because the heroine’s identity naturally attracted the male lead, the original text never really explained why Zeng Xue’s blood was so irresistibly appealing. No—it went far beyond mere charm. It felt more like the overwhelming pull a queen bee has over her worker bees.
Ming An ruffled her hair again. “Using that little brain of yours to think so hard—won’t you short-circuit?”
“Says the guy with the big head.”
“Alright, alright, I’ve got a big head.”
With him agreeing so easily, it felt like all her irritation had punched into a ball of cotton—she couldn’t vent it at all. She decided to skip the topic and asked seriously, “Principal, can I take some time off and go home for a while?”
“Oh?” He glanced at her calmly. “Without a proper reason, Osiris doesn’t allow students to take leave whenever they want.”
“I just… I feel like I’m not safe at school,” she said. “Look at yesterday—two werewolves broke in. I almost got dragged back to their tribe to become the chief’s wife. If I go back home, with my parents there, they won’t dare make a move.”
Her history with the werewolf chief Ye Wu was truly a cursed connection. About two years ago, when she was still living in City A, Ye Wu’s first love—a female werewolf—ran away with his best friend. Unable to take the blow, he tried to jump into a river, and Fengguang just happened to run into him while out for a walk. She now regrets ever getting involved. Ever since she pulled him out of his suicidal despair, she’d find a freshly killed animal left at her doorstep every day—
Sometimes a deer, sometimes a goat, sometimes a rabbit… When she refused to accept them, the “gifts” took on an entirely new style: snakes, bugs, rats—nothing was off-limits.
Even worse, every night wolves would howl near her house. That Ye Wu had even tried to give her the baby teeth he’d lost as a child as a betrothal gift…
Fengguang had been harassed to the point of fear—she never wanted to see another werewolf for the rest of her life.
Ming An lifted a brow. “What are you afraid of? Aren’t I here?”
“That won’t work. I can’t keep surviving near-death situations and then drinking your blood to heal.”
“You won’t get hurt again.”
His suddenly lowered voice made her freeze for a moment. “What did you say?”
He said, “As long as you stay by my side, no one will be able to hurt you.”
Fengguang’s brain temporarily stopped working.
The way this man suddenly turned serious… was completely different from his usual lazy demeanor. She wasn’t sure—was he suddenly possessed or something?
“Why are you staring at me like that?” he said with a narcissistic grin. “Don’t tell me you’ve finally realized I’m a good man worth falling for?”
She tossed a napkin at him, speaking against her own heart. “I’d have to be blind to fall for you!”
That’s right—she had fallen for him.
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152