On the night of Dracula Chen's 5,000th birthday, a human cub with a high fever was picked up in a storm.
"The blood smells so good..." As soon as his fangs touched the boy's neck, Xiaotuanzi hugged him unconsciously: "It's cold..."
The prince froze—the first time in five thousand years that anyone had dared to touch him.
He awkwardly wrapped the boy in a silk nightgown and discovered that the little thing was chewing on his collection of 14th-century silver crosses.
"Nice teeth." He took away the murder weapon and stuffed it with a piece of strawberry cake.
When the sworn enemy, the Church, entered the castle, Chen gave the boy his last chance to escape: "Let's go!"
But the boy picked up the bloody silver sword and stabbed it through his heart: "Now... I can stay with you forever."
The newborn vampire prince opened his golden eyes in a pool of blood and chuckled: "Call me brother."
