Bolton Private School is one of the oldest and mysterious private schools in the empire. Even in modern times, it adheres to the old-fashioned model of education and is located in a remote place, on a cliff.
Jiang Lai, on the other hand, was cold and reserved, with beautiful appearance. He was recognized by everyone as a handsome boy, but he was also just an ordinary person who had both parents died and entered Boton as a top student.
Everyone wants to go to Botton. Bolton students are perfect and excellent students. But Jiang Lai always kept to himself, always buttoning his shirt to the top of his collar. Even on duty, he only walked quickly past the college fraternity's mansion and never stopped.
Even when he was pressed against the wall after class, when he raised his eyes to look at the person coming, he was wary and disgusted.
Just because of his first year at school, he discovered the true identity of his privileged "classmates".
Under the twilight, the vampires smiled at him: "Do you know what we call you in private?"
Jiang Lai said: "I'm not interested."
The vampire lowered his voice, fangs looming between his lips: "School beauty."
Jiang Lai said: "Boring."
He pulled the man's arm away forcefully and left. The vampire picked up what he had left there. The first button of the shirt, once close to the blood vessels under the neck, is now glowing in the twilight.
Smell it.
Other vampires asked, "How did he react?"
"Very sweet."
The vampire put the first button to the corner of his lips and whispered.
A cold and alienated mind
*vulgar, very vulgar, very vulgar
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