Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 102 : Paper Can't Cover Fire

After finishing her bath, Xifeng changed into pajamas and threw her entire body onto the bed, enjoying the rare weekend leisure time.

"Everyone, I'm so sorry! Although I just said a few days ago that I would never be a flaky streamer again, because I'm not at home tonight, I still can't broadcast on time qwq. I know you'll all understand me, next time I'll definitely stream on time!"

Her streaming equipment was all at home, and she couldn't fly back home right away, so she had no choice but to post a cancellation notice on Bilibili.

Xifeng aimlessly scrolled through Bilibili, killing time during this free period before sleep, when a promoted post on the homepage caught her eye.

"The War God returns, sees his beloved daughter living in a doghouse, and flies into a rage. With one command, a hundred thousand Chinese soldiers surge forth!"

Looking at this promotion with an extremely strong sense of déjà vu, Xifeng didn't need to click on it to know what it was. It had to be some unknown novel app, filled with all kinds of low-quality formulaic novels. Once you downloaded and installed the app, it would try every possible way to induce you to spend money.

And these extremely homogenized formulaic novels were generally mindlessly satisfying at the beginning to make quick money, then became increasingly nonsensical. Anyone who could follow them to the end was either really bored out of their mind or a masochist.

Xifeng naturally had no interest in looking at such things, so she directly ignored it, but afterwards, one promotional message after another kept appearing on her homepage, and these promotions were even using the same opening.

"The War God returns, sees his beloved daughter living in a doghouse, and flies into a rage. With one command, a hundred thousand Chinese soldiers surge forth and build the War God a doghouse too!"

"...With one command, a hundred thousand Chinese soldiers surge forth, laying thick straw mats in the War God's daughter's doghouse and building a small fence to shelter her from wind and rain!"

"...With one command, a hundred thousand Chinese soldiers surge forth, each giving the War God a slap, saying: 'You're the one causing all the trouble!'"

"The War God returns, sees his beloved daughter living in a doghouse, and is bewildered: He's been away from home for ten years, how does he have a five-year-old daughter?"

The increasingly bizarre and even grotesque promotional messages made Xifeng somewhat interested. Could there really be people writing books this way?

She knew she had successfully walked into the marketing trap as the merchants wished, but she really couldn't resist her excessive curiosity.

Just as she was about to click on that promotional message to investigate, Bei Yaoyue sent her a message.

"Are you asleep?"

"Of course not, it's only eight o'clock." Xifeng replied somewhat speechlessly. In her memory, only when she was six or seven years old had her parents forced her to sleep at eight o'clock sharp. Ever since middle school, she basically never went to sleep before eleven.

After starting university, she became even more unrestrained. It was common for an entire dorm to get excited and play all night.

"Is your door locked?"

"No." Xifeng became alert. "What's wrong?"

"Then I'm coming over."

"¿"

Xifeng immediately panicked. She was just about to reply telling Bei Yaoyue to get lost, but before she could finish typing, the door had already been opened, and a slender figure slipped in silently like an agile assassin, making almost no sound.

If Bei Yaoyue hadn't smiled and patted her shoulder, Xifeng wouldn't have even noticed that Bei Yaoyue had already entered her room.

"What are you here for!" Xifeng scrambled up from the bed somewhat frantically, watching as the figure, also wearing loose pajamas, jumped onto the bed and sat beside her.

"I was too bored, so I came to chat with you." Bei Yaoyue squinted her eyes and leaned against the headboard, hands pillowed behind her head, as if resting with closed eyes. "There are no tools here, can't work on drafts, really bored out of my mind."

"Like hell I believe you." Xifeng pouted. She didn't believe Bei Yaoyue had forced her way into her room at night just to chat. If she wanted to chat, couldn't they chat on QQ just the same?

Opening her eyes, Bei Yaoyue stared at the wood grain on the solid wood ceiling and asked in a condensed voice: "What do you think of our family members?"

"Hm?" Putting her phone away, Xifeng tilted her head to look at Bei Yaoyue, pondering the meaning behind Bei Yaoyue's question. "Our dad and mom are both good people, they treat me well too. I haven't interacted much with Sister Luo, but I can also feel she's someone easy to get along with."

"Then..." Her voice lowered several degrees, and Bei Yaoyue's eyes showed a hint of gloom. "Could you accept that someday in the future, we two would leave them and live independently?"

Xifeng fell silent. She understood Bei Yaoyue's meaning—if Bei Yaochen and Kisaragi Ichika didn't approve of them being together, then they would leave this home and fly away together.

Elopement.

This word unconsciously surfaced in Xifeng's mind.

To be honest, Xifeng wasn't opposed to this word that seemed to naturally carry a romantic air about it; she was even a little attracted to it.

Regarding Bei Yaochen and Kisaragi Ichika, Xifeng was very grateful, but currently speaking, she only felt gratitude toward them.

Familial love never arose from nothing—it needed time to cultivate. Therefore, regarding the matter of leaving the Bei Yaochen couple, Xifeng naturally didn't care much herself, but... those were Bei Yaoyue's biological parents.

If they eloped, it would basically mean Bei Yaoyue would completely sever her relationship with her biological parents. In her world, only Xifeng would remain.

Such a Bei Yaoyue... would sacrifice far too much. She didn't want to see that.

"Don't think about those things yet, the situation might not be that bad." Xifeng comforted Bei Yaoyue. "I believe they'll definitely understand and support us."

"Mm."

Bei Yaoyue responded softly, reaching out to pull Xifeng, who was sitting beside her, into her arms, letting Xifeng nestle comfortably in her embrace.

With her head pillowed on two soft things, Xifeng's face couldn't help but flush slightly. This should be Bei Yaoyue's...

The current Xifeng had gradually become addicted to Bei Yaoyue's embrace. That warm, comforting feeling made her immerse herself in it, unable to extricate herself.

Bei Yaoyue looked down at that adorable face so close at hand, and unable to resist, she lowered her head to kiss her.

But Xifeng seemed to have been prepared. She abandoned her usual flustered appearance and began attempting to organize what could be called a decent counterattack.

Seeing this, Bei Yaoyue raised an eyebrow, instantly suppressed Xifeng's chaotic counterattack, and used an even more forceful offensive to plunder wildly.

Her breathing seemed about to be cut off. Xifeng could hardly breathe and could only barely resist while retreating.

Her eyes wandered aimlessly, and when her gaze swept past the door, she saw a scene that made her soul scatter.

"Mm...! Mm mm...!"

Using her powerless fists to pound Bei Yaoyue's thighs, Xifeng began struggling frantically like she'd gone mad. Bei Yaoyue was puzzled, temporarily let Xifeng go, and looked toward the door, only then discovering that there was an additional figure there at some point.

Bei Yaochen.