A vampire count sleeps for ten thousand years. When he wakes, he is hailed as the world's savior or its doom, with great hopes pinned on him by all sides.
But all he wants is to die in his sleep. Unfortunately, people keep causing trouble.
Yesterday someone coveted my superior genes. Today my "descendant" wants me to unite the world. Tomorrow my food (the gong) will expose my secret identity.
Life is just so wonderful. Not.
The shou is a troublemaker who causes chaos everywhere and was forced into a ten-thousand-year sleep. After waking, he diligently does good deeds, trading barbs with the gong every day, pretending he won't admit to anything, and pulling all sorts of stunts.
Gong: "Was it you who bit me? You're the only vampire here."
The shou turns away and wipes the corner of his mouth. "Wasn't me. A bite doesn't have to come from a vampire. It could've been a mosquito."
The gong smiles and points at his neck. "Is that so? Then don't let me catch you, or else..." He gives the mosquito coil in his hand a little shake.
CP: A bewitching, carefree, wilful shou on the outside * a gong who pretends to be gentle but is scheming and vengeful underneath
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