[The little liar with low moral sense vs. The noble and elegant loading prince]
While suffering from high fever in the confessional and becoming unconscious due to illness, Shirley unexpectedly gained the ability to predict the future.
Tonight, a girl in the Holy Light Shelter will be taken away by Eugene, a new vampire who visits this place, and will develop a beautiful love affair that is full of love and sorrow.
None of this has anything to do with Shirley.
She saw herself die six months later due to a congenital heart disease.
Shirley doesn't care about the future.
At this moment, all she could think of was the vague fantasy of the shiny silver tableware and the richly fragrant food on the gorgeous long table.
She replaced him without hesitation, mixed into the vampire manor, and lived a life of food and clothing.
However, humans cannot survive here for a long time, and the ability to predict that Shirley relies on for survival is gradually disappearing. While she is afraid of death and the unknown, she is also tired of the coveted eyes and Eugene's expressions of love. He is so reckless and naive, and only has love in his mind.
She wants to be transformed into a vampire.
Not by the fragile new generation, but by some stronger, pure force. For this reason, Shirley set her sights on the real owner of this manor, the mysterious and beautiful first-generation vampire, Cassius.
*
Shirley, who was successfully transformed, lied and left the manor without any regrets.
On an ordinary night.
She saw Cassius walking slowly towards her.
Fortunately, the other party didn't have the slightest intention of raising an army to hold him accountable. Shirley immediately shamelessly continued her lies. After squeezing out a few fake tears, she was delighted to find that her ability to predict was back.
The next second, Shirley's face turned pale.
She saw the scene in the second half of the night——
She was lying naked in front of the mirror, her sweaty red hair was messy and stuck to the side of her neck, her face was covered with tears, and she looked extremely miserable. The furious Cassius clung behind her, clamping his slender fingers tightly on her chin and biting her fragile neck.
[The copy was saved on 2026.6.13]
Intention: love
