Upon Her Lips

Seven centuries apart, a tale of blood, devotion, and the cosmic dark. On that fateful day, a girl was brought into the Mu estate, her body a map of scars. The world was baffled: why would the cold, solitary, and absolute Mu Fei take in a pathetic little stutterer? Mu Fei, the heartless matriarch of the shadows, felt nothing but a lingering headache. “How long do you intend to follow me?” she demanded. “You… like… flowers,” the girl whispered, her voice trembling. “I… I want to… give them to you.” With a heart newly awakened to love, the girl held out a bouquet of small purple blossoms in her scarred hands, offering them to the beloved sovereign who belonged only to the darkness. Ten years later, at an awards ceremony: Someone asked her, “Miss You, why do you always cover your neck whenever you appear in public?” You Ran wore a subtle, complex expression. “I suppose I’m just sensitive to the cold,” she explained softly. In truth, she was helpless. The Great One she adored—a seven-hundred-year-old, fastidious, germaphobic, and aloof Vampire—had one supreme obsession: To sink her fangs into You Ran’s neck, Leaving behind a proprietary mark. Even when the pain brought tears to her eyes, she willingly remained the other’s “Blood-Food Dessert.” For she was destined to be her Nightingale. “Upon her lips lies the direction of my heart.” — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Upon Her Lips — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠