Your Blood Is Addictive

She has lived for three hundred years, a vampire with silver hair and violet eyes, aloof and refined. She thought she had grown immune to everything, until that girl appeared in the elevator. Wen Xiaolu’s blood tastes sweet. One drop is all it takes for her to feel “hungry” for the first time in three hundred years. One drop is all it takes to turn her from hunter into prey. “Your blood... is special.” “Do you like it?” “I’m afraid I’ll get addicted.” “Then get addicted.” She holds back. She keeps her distance. She thinks she can resist. But Wen Xiaolu walks toward her, trembling, and offers a finger to her lips: “You need this, don’t you?” She doesn’t know that blood was never what she was addicted to. It was her.