Quick Wear: The Heirless Boss Wants to Get Close to Her Every Day

Chapter 405 Vampire Heiress vs. Undercover Blood Hunter (4)

Wen Ji walked behind her and gently placed his hand on her shoulder to massage her.

The two were very close, and he seemed to smell the fragrance of roses on the girl. Through the thin nightgown, he could feel the coolness of her skin.

If he were a blood hunter now, and he squeezed hard, this vampire would probably cry out in pain.

Shen Shuyi recalled the scene when the wine had soaked Wen Ji's shirt, saw the simple bandages on his body, and the trembling he had when the wine was splashed on him.

She felt a pang of guilt. "66, he's so pitiful."

[You didn't inflict that injury on him, so you don't need to feel guilty. I just don't understand why you threw alcohol at him.]
Shen Shuyi's expression turned slightly somber. "This castle has more than one master. If I suddenly take in a blood slave, won't Shen Han question it?"

In order to conform to the original owner's personality, she could not be nice to Wen Ji in public.

Throwing a cup of wine at him would imply that this blood slave is merely a plaything of Miss Shen, not worth paying much attention to.

66 in the system space sighed; its host was just that kind.

Shen Shuyi snapped out of her reverie, "What's your name?"

“Wen Ji”.

Shen Shuyi thought to herself, "This guy is incredibly bold. He just revealed his real name. He thinks that because Blood Hunters do a good job of keeping secrets and use code names when they go on missions, no one will know that he is Wen Ji, the next heir of the Wen family, a family of hunters, even if he reveals his real name, right?"

"This name, like the hunter, disgusts me."

Wen Ji remained calm and focused on the massage, not responding to any questions.

Shen Shuyi frowned, "Go back and stay there. Hearing your name brings me bad luck."

Wen Ji immediately withdrew his hand and apologized, "I'm sorry, Miss."

He lowered his head, his eyes filled with surprise. They just let him go like that?
Doesn't suck blood?
It's a good thing he's not sucking blood. He's injured now, and if he loses too much blood, he might not die, but his body will collapse.

Wen Ji apologized and left.

Looking at his back, soaked with sweat, Shen Shuyi frowned as the butler approached and said, "Don't let him die."

“Yes.” Carson was pleased that his daughter had a new toy, so she wouldn’t be too lonely.

Wen Ji had just returned and changed his clothes when the butler brought in a doctor to change his dressings, bandage his wounds, and provide him with blood-replenishing food.

After the person left, Wen Ji ate the blood-nourishing vegetables and bread, her brows slightly furrowed.

He's being treated, given good food and drink, and not even allowed to suck his blood. What kind of tricks is this arrogant young lady trying to pull to make him recover?

……

Shen Shuyi's guess was correct; Shen Han summoned her to his study to talk as soon as he returned from Giovanni Castle.

She pushed open the study door and saw Shen Han staring at her silently.

Shen Shuyi followed the original owner's obedient manner and walked over, "Uncle, what do you want to see me about?"

Shen Han's eyes were originally black, just like hers, but as a vampire prince, his gaze carried an undeniable sense of oppression.

Especially at this moment, he was dressed in a sharp suit, with a cold, arrogant, and outward-looking demeanor.

"Why the sudden urge to keep a blood slave?"

The man exuded an aura of authority, commanding respect without anger. Shen Shuyi met his gaze without fear and walked to his side, gently grabbing his sleeve and shaking it.

"I was bored, so I kept one as a pet."

Shen Han raised her eyes. How could a lowly blood slave be worthy of getting close to the little princess? But she wanted to play. So be it. The man's tone softened, "You're all grown up now. Your uncle won't interfere so much. But for safety's sake, you'd better make a blood pact with him."

Once a contract is formed, the blood slave will suffer the consequences of harming his master.

Shen Shuyi nodded obediently, "Okay, I'll do whatever Uncle says."

"It's dawn, go back and rest." Shen Han's emotions were hard to discern.

Shen Shuyi didn't go back to her bedroom, but went to the next room instead.

66 said that Wen Ji had fainted due to an infection in his wound, and even if she went to check on his injuries, Wen Ji would not know.

The system, now transformed into a little white cat, nestled on Shen Shuyi's shoulder, watching her personally examine Wen Ji's injuries and use the healing elixir she redeemed from the shop to apply medicine and change his bandages. 66 couldn't help but speak up.

[Host, even if you ignore him, the big boss won't die. At most, he'll suffer a bit, and his wounds will heal more slowly.]
Why pretend to mistreat him, throw wine at him, and complain about his name, only to come and heal him now with a guilty conscience?

Shen Shuyi's bandaging technique was exceptionally skilled. "Anyway, no one knows about the healing."

"66, although my primary task here is to win him over and produce offspring for him, he is a person who can feel pain and laughter, and is not a tool for me to complete my mission."

“It’s not difficult for me to take care of him simply.”

Having followed her host through so many dimensions, 66 can see that the host's heart is actually quite soft. She really can't bring herself to be a villain and torment a good person.

Shen Shuyi quickly treated his wounds and left, unaware that Wen Ji, who was in a coma, was completely oblivious to what was happening.

The next day, as dawn broke, Wen Ji, a human, woke up due to his biological clock.

He looked at the quiet room, and memories of last night flooded his mind.

Before falling asleep, he felt dizzy and his wounds were stinging. The vampire's blood whip was too harmful to humans. Even though the doctor bandaged his wounds, they didn't heal quickly.

As his memories returned, Wen Ji took off his shirt and saw that the whip marks all over his body had miraculously healed.
He wiped the medicine that had congealed on the wound with his slender, pale fingers. The smell was different... His brows furrowed slightly.

Filled with mystery, Wen Ji finally waited for night to fall.

Most vampires sleep during the day and are active at night; he should probably change his biological clock too.

As soon as the sun went down, the steward sent someone to call Wen Ji to serve the young lady her breakfast. Since the young lady didn't like drinking the released blood, she could drink the blood of her personal blood slave.

After eating the blood-nourishing food, Wen Ji changed into a black shirt and trousers and went to the young lady's bedroom. Carson warned him again when he delivered the food.

"If it weren't for Miss, you would probably have been whipped to death long ago. It's your blessing to be able to stay by Miss's side and serve her. Miss is a picky eater and hasn't eaten for several days. You should take the initiative."

Carson, the butler, spoke earnestly, and Wen Ji lowered her head, pursed her lips, and responded obediently.

As soon as the butler left, Wen Ji's gentle demeanor changed abruptly, and he steadily knocked on the young lady's door.

Shen Shuyi had just finished washing up and changing her clothes, and was now sitting in front of the dressing table having the maid comb her hair.

The girl in the mirror had long, thick, and smooth black hair that reached her waist. Her delicate, fair face had dark eyes, curled eyelashes, and naturally red lips. She looked like a proud oriental porcelain doll.

After combing her hair, she dismissed the servants, and a moment later the door was knocked on and opened.

Shen Shuyi thought the maid had brought her blood. It was early morning, or rather, late at night, and she had no appetite. "Take it away, I don't need it."

However, she saw Wen Ji enter through the mirror and her tone immediately turned cold.

"What are you here for?"

Wen Ji walked to her side, deliberately lowering his voice, "Miss, would you like to eat now?"

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