Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 218 : The Toad and the Swan

"Thank you for the compliment, but I think my book is actually very ordinary..."

After typing these words in the input box, Bai He originally wanted to be modest with Bei Yaofeng, but looking left and right, she always felt this passage had a bit of a Versailles literature feel to it, so she deleted it all and simply replied with just "thank you."

Recalling the later plot of her novel, Bai He's heart was as anxious as could be. After all, the early plot of this book told the story between Nan Qinyue and Nan Qinfeng, but starting from the middle, Nan Qinhe appeared out of nowhere and tried to steal Nan Qinfeng's body and heart from Nan Qinyue.

As long as Bei Yaofeng wasn't stupid, she would definitely be able to guess from the three people's names who these characters represented, and could easily deduce that she had previously harbored ill intentions toward Bei Yaofeng.

Bai He never dared to express her feelings because she was afraid that once she revealed her inner thoughts, she would be hated by Bei Yaofeng. So she could only write her little thoughts implicitly in her novel. Looking back now, she truly regretted it. She should have at least changed the protagonists' names to make it less obvious.

However, Bai He's thoughts were already different from before. She clearly knew that Bei Yaofeng was an unattainable mirage that she could never reach, so she had long given up all inappropriate thoughts and buried her feelings forever in the deepest part of her heart, not planning to reveal them to anyone again.

As long as she could see that girl once every day, Bai He was already content.

The time waiting for a reply from one's secret crush was torturous. Bai He didn't know that Xifeng had already put down her phone to cook dinner. She sat in front of her computer waiting for Xifeng's response, but didn't get any reply for a long time. Helplessly, she had to first turn her attention back to plot conception.

Currently, the most troubling and conflicting point in the novel for Bai He was the question of Nan Qinfeng's belonging. She had recently reached this crucial plot divergence point and was getting daily headaches from not knowing which direction to go.

Although generally speaking, writing novels according to an outline wouldn't result in Bai He's extreme writer's block, because she had added a character she had never considered before midway through the story, she had to swallow the outline, which led to her daily writer's block recently.

Since the book didn't have a "harem" tag, only one of Nan Qinyue and Nan Qinhe could win the beauty, which meant one would inevitably become a defeated dog. The question was... who would be this defeated dog?

From a personal standpoint, Bai He very much hoped to let Nan Qinhe successfully steal love and reach the pinnacle of life, but from the readers' complaints, the vast majority still supported Nan Qinyue, who had appeared from the beginning.

"NTR in yuri? You're purely disgusting people here, right? If you write Nan Qinhe into the top position, I'll never read your books again."

Looking at this very harsh criticism, Bai He felt terrible, and readers with this kind of thinking weren't few. Many people expressed that as long as Nan Qinhe really stole Nan Qinfeng from Nan Qinyue's hands, they would abandon the book on the spot.

Unless Bai He didn't plan to make money from this book anymore, there was no way to let herself go and let Nan Qinhe take the top position.

Holding her head and lying on the table, Bai He was so worried she wanted to pull out her hair. After thinking it over, she sighed deeply, weakly got up, and her fingers began dancing nimbly on the keyboard.

「Scabs from wounds crawled like countless little snakes on Nan Qinfeng's body. Nan Qinhe gently stroked along the traces of the scabs, feeling those hard protrusions with her delicate fingertips, only feeling her heart bleeding.

Nan Qinhe could imagine how heart-wrenchingly her painful cries under Nan Qinyue's merciless whip ravaging must have been, and could also imagine how enchanting and poignant the bedsheets and whip stained red with her blood must have been.

"It must have hurt a lot." Her eyes already misty with tears, Nan Qinhe bit her lips, feeling so heartbroken she was about to cry, and hating her biological sister who was one year older even more in her heart.

How could that perverted sister of hers bear to be so heavy-handed with such a cute girl?

"It... doesn't hurt anymore..." Nan Qinfeng showed a faint smile, her voice as light as a flame that could be extinguished at any moment.

Although she denied it verbally, Nan Qinfeng's still slightly trembling body honestly betrayed her.

"Little Feng, let's leave this place together." Struggling to hold back the urge to cry, Nan Qinhe felt as if those wounds were on her own body, causing unbearable pain. "I can take you away from that demon, far from all pain and torment, give you a lifetime of happiness and fulfillment. Come with me, Little Feng."

"......" A flash of confusion flickered through Nan Qinfeng's crimson eyes. She slowly lowered her head, silent.

"What are you hesitating about?"

Seeing Nan Qinfeng not speaking, Nan Qinhe's mood couldn't help but become anxious. She gripped Nan Qinfeng's shoulders and said: "Do you know how heartbroken I was when I passed by your room at night and heard your painful crying? Do you know how piercing it was to my heart when I saw the maids throwing bloody bedsheets into the trash?"

"......"

"Nan Qinyue... she's just a psychologically sick, damned demon! Haven't you always wanted to escape from her? What exactly are you hesitating about now? I have money and power, I can support you for life, and I love you more than she does, so... promise me! Little Feng!"

"......"

Her light pink lips became pale, Nan Qinfeng's eyes flickered several times. In her confused mind flashed those hellish scenes of being with Nan Qinyue.

Flying whips, spattering blood, torn flesh, agonized screams, roaring devices, convulsing legs, that woman's excited and pleased laughter, and... the deep love hidden in the depths of her eyes.

Nan Qinfeng knew that woman loved her too, but it was an extremely pathological kind of love.

Curling up her body, Nan Qinfeng hugged her scarred body, burying her head even lower. She opened her nearly bloodless lips and said in an extremely light voice: "Sister He, I'm sorry...

"I... don't want to leave Sister Yue..."」

With trembling hands, Bai He typed the last character. She understood that once this passage was published, Nan Qinhe would never have any chance of recovery and would ultimately exit like a defeated dog.

But what choice did she have?

She was just a toad wanting to eat swan meat.