I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 489 - 488: Mu Qiu Team’s Performance Room

The woman thought, every time he bites someone, he always covers her eyes. Perhaps because he cannot see himself, he feels somewhat inferior and doesn’t want to see others’ eyes.

So every time she obediently closes her eyes, never defying his intentions.

However, just as her eyes are covered, the "bright and pure" man opens his mouth wide and extends fangs, biting fiercely into her thin and fragile wrist.

He eagerly huddles towards that wrist, greedily and without restraint sucking. His expression no longer calm and gentle, now wicked and eerie.

The blood is too tempting for him, seemingly about to directly bite off her hand at any moment, letting that red liquid in her veins gush forth.

When it comes to hunting, he is far better than his brother.

Brute force and anger are always things that only lower vampires do. A cunning vampire knows how to use temptation and traps, doesn’t need to catch it himself, fresh blood naturally comes to his lips.

This "feeding" goes on for a long time, long enough that the woman who actively extended her hand is already too weak from blood loss and collapses to the ground, that section of wrist still held by the man, forming a sinister arc due to their movements.

He doesn’t care about this woman at all.

As the feeding in the darkness concludes, that section of the arm is finally mercifully released by him, falling weakly to the ground at his feet.

The woman has already closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

However, on that section of the wrist, there can still be a faint trace of redness seeping out.

The man’s lips are full of blood, slightly tilting his head back with a satisfied sigh, his expression is a sickly kind of intoxication.

"Still, willingly given blood tastes best."

As he bows his head again, he looks at the last bit of blood on that wrist, his freely moving right hand pressing heavily on it, stained with a drop.

Then he lifts that drop of blood on his finger high under the dim candlelight, looking at it expressionlessly for two seconds, then brings it to his lips, his tongue exploring, licking it away.

In such a special light environment, his motion of tilting his head and swallowing a drop of blood is eerie yet sexy.

The throne of black chains spins again.

The man no longer gives even a glance to the woman on the ground, bored, letting the high platform rotate back from this dark corner to another dark corner.

This time, the place that emerges is a space the same as the walls, without a raised platform, no black chains, and no two vampires whose inner and outer selves are completely different.

After a brief silence, the camera turns toward that flicker of candle flame, the dim yellow flame shaking for a moment.

The woman on the ground wakes up, but instead of hurrying to get up, she just lies there, tidying the hair covering her face, her hand holding the broken wrist, twisting it left and right without any pain, as if repairing a broken mechanical limb.

After doing this, she finally stands up, putting away that look of fear and shrinking back, smiling as she tidies her pretty Victorian dress, picks up the tray and cup that had fallen to the ground, and walks out with a light step.

Just as she is about to step over the place where the story began, faint speaking voices arise unknown where.

"The second one is not bad."

"The one before was better, he can withstand temptation."

"But the one after can tempt others."

"The premise of hunting is to ensure one is not prey in someone else’s mouth."

"Can’t they all be kept? I see Rilita is very happy feeding them every day."

"Her blood is special, both of these can be used by her."

"Then let’s ask Rilita’s opinion; if she wants to continue playing, keeping them both is fine."

"She surely agrees......"

The voices seem to wander off, growing fainter. And the woman holding the tray has already stepped out of the room.

The camera shows only the oppressive, dark enclosure about to lose even the faint candlelight.

[Performance by Shu Ran, Cheng Zhirang, Jiang Lu ends]

The atmosphere seems to finally loosen, applause like thunder breaks out.

Several people hiding in other unlit places watching the performance, with expressions of admiration and hushed exclamations.

"This is incredible plus."

"The set is too advanced, right? As soon as Sister Shu Ran entered, I got goosebumps."

"I didn’t dare to breathe while watching."

"When Brother Jiang Lu and Brother Cheng bit down, I shivered a bit, too sudden, scared me."

"Is this discrepancy between inside and outside? The three show contrasting performances from reality?"

"Where does the dark transformation manifest?"

"Is it... to be continued?"

"You’re still chatting! Hurry up and get ready!"

Unlike talking to each other in hushed voices, the live chat bullet screen shows comments growing exponentially.

[Whoa! This lighting is amazing!]

[Woo woo woo woo my vampire brother! Bite me!]

[I finally got Shu Ran’s acting]

[From now on, reading vampire novels will only have their faces in mind]

[It’s incredible, everyone has a reversed setting!]

[This really took my life it’s true]

[As expected, Cheng Zhirang is a gentleman best fit for words like sinister, obsessive, hypocrite]

[Didn’t expect Jiang Lu to actually be a hot-tempered, simple character, love it love it]

[I watched without daring to breathe for fear of blowing out that flame inside]

[This is the wrong reversal card, right? Shu Ran’s reversal was really unexpected!]

[Shu Ran, well done! Sister, you’re amazing!]

[The three are amazing, the instructors amazing, the program team amazing, just like watching a short film]

[At the last second my goosebumps were all up]

[Brother Cheng I love you!! Amazing!]

[Looking forward to the next two groups!]

After Cheng Zhirang’s performance is over, the lights on the temporary set disappear, returning to darkness again. None of the three inside went out, they just explored by themselves to stand at the edge of the set, waiting for the next group’s performance.

The light that could blind a person flicked on again over the second set.

As the light dims, the set inside becomes visible.

It’s a living room with understated yet luxurious and thoughtful decor, brighter than the previous set, with furniture arrangements and vibrant colors. Everyone’s clothing is the formal wear they had on earlier.

At the center of the living room, three people sit around a solid wood table.

No, one person sits, the other two are squatting like sitting on air chairs.

The woman sitting in the chair, in an absolutely dominant position from her location, is tightly furrowing her brows, her right hand on the table, her left hand covering the back of her right hand, sighing softly.

"Speak, what exactly do you want to say?"

The two people squatting so long their suit pants are about to burst stand straight, with Li Yang tentatively speaking first.

"Well, I..."

"Don’t say it, I disagree." Mu Qiu resolutely says, turning her head, not wanting to look at them.

Qiu Shuang: "... But he hasn’t even said what it’s about."

"I know you’ve grown up, your wings are stiffened, and you think you don’t need my agreement in anything you do. But you shouldn’t have, under any circumstances, fallen in love with me at the same time!"

"..."