The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Wen Yubai was taken back to that gloomy room again, and he was still struggling when the door slammed shut.

"Let go of me! I didn't do anything wrong, what right do you have to tell me what to do!"

Cedric ignored him, his gaze sweeping over the glass on the table, the dark red liquid inside gleaming in the warm light.

Ha, so you just can't learn to be well-behaved?

Is that human so attractive to him?

His face turned cold as he walked over and picked up the cup.

He opened the small window, tilted his wrist, and poured out all the blood plasma.

"Since these are not enough for the Earl, there is no need to send any more."

He didn't linger, nor did he spare Wen Yubai a glance, before turning and leaving.

With a "click," the door was locked again.

"Cedric! Let me out!"

Wen Yubai kicked the door hard in anger, but there was no response from outside, only the painful rebound.

Outside the door, Cedric handed the empty glass to the butler.

The old butler looked at the tightly closed door and carefully considered his words before speaking:

"Master, are you really not sending blood? He is, after all, a count."

Cedric glanced at him and said indifferently, "If you can't even control yourself, you're trash."

"I'm going to City B on a business trip for a week. During this time, he is not allowed to step out of the city, nor is he allowed to send him anything."

"Yes, Master."

The old butler bowed and agreed, but couldn't help feeling worried for Wen Yubai.

If lower-level vampires are deprived of blood for an extended period, they will enter a manic phase, which is a torment both psychologically and physiologically.

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Cedric went to City B.

He had just finished a meeting, loosened his tie, and was flipping through the documents.

The text is so densely packed that I can't read it.

He lit a cigar, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city's night view, but the face of the young count kept appearing in his mind.

It's the third day now. At this moment, the young count is probably suffering from the agonizing desire, all his arrogance and stubbornness being ground down.

All that remained was the most primal and desperate will to survive.

Will you cry?

Cedric suddenly felt restless.

He timed it perfectly, returning just before Wen Yubai's sanity completely collapsed.

He didn't even take off his dusty coat before heading straight to the room where Wen Yubai was being held.

As he approached the door, the suppressed, intermittent breathing from inside reached his ears, becoming increasingly clear.

Upon opening the door, a faint smell of blood mixed with a suffocating atmosphere wafted out.

The room was a complete mess.

The once arrogant young count was now huddled in a corner, his hair disheveled and hanging over his forehead, obscuring most of his face.

Her once elegant and neat clothes were now wrinkled, and her bare arms were covered in bite marks.

The depth varies.

I was so hungry that I thought I was food.

Hearing the sound, Wen Yubai slowly raised his head.

His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils were unfocused and cloudy, and he had difficulty focusing.

He could hardly recognize the person in front of him.

Driven solely by instinct, he suddenly scrambled to his feet, staggered, and then pounced with unusual ferocity.

Cedric didn't flinch, letting Wen Yubai rush into his arms.

Feeling the young man's burning body trembling in his arms, feeling his sharp teeth nibbling at his neck and collarbone, bringing waves of stinging pain.

Cedric raised his hand to put his arm around Wen Yubai's waist, while his other hand went into his hair and gently massaged the back of his head.

It was as if it were comforting, or perhaps encouraging.

A burning sense of satisfaction quietly enveloped Cedric's heart.

He enjoys this absolute dependence and control, and the process of taming and dismantling a vibrant thing.

Cedric chuckled softly, lowered his head, and gently bit the snow-white neck, leaving his mark.

The bitter taste of blood slid down my throat.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a sigh mixed with satisfaction.

"It tastes awful."

Wen Yubai in his arms seemed to pause for a moment, his movements faltering.

A hint of confusion flashed in his cloudy eyes, as if he was trying to recognize who was in front of him.

But before he could figure it out, a strong feeling of drowsiness washed over him.

Her body went limp, and she leaned completely against Cedric, losing consciousness.

Cedric swept the excessively light body into his arms, his gaze sweeping over the self-inflicted marks on the man's arm.

A flicker of heartache, unnoticed even by herself, flashed in her eyes.

He carried the young man out, much to the surprise of the butler who was guarding the door.

The butler reached out to take it.

Cedric didn't stop; instead, he carried her back to Wen Yubai's room.

When Wen Yubai woke up, he looked around.

When his body was no longer tormented by hunger and thirst, he realized that Cedric had returned.

Wen Yubai's memory of last night was somewhat hazy; it was probably the blood servants sent by Cedric.

He thought the punishment was finally over, but when he tried to push open the door, he found it was locked from the inside.

My heart sank suddenly, a strong sense of foreboding washed over me.

Sure enough, for several days in a row, no blood plasma was delivered.

A familiar, frantic thirst surged in like a tidal wave.

Reason was once again slowly eroded by instinct and desire.

He bit his lip, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but his own blood could not quench his thirst.

Wen Yubai didn't know how long he had held on, until he was completely overwhelmed by the raging tide of desire.

The door was opened.

This time, Wen Yubai retained some of his rationality and was able to recognize who it was.

Cedric, dressed impeccably in a black suit, stood in stark contrast to his disheveled appearance.

Wen Yubai clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging, using all his willpower to suppress the instinct to pounce and bite.

They wanted to rupture blood vessels, they wanted blood.

But I can't beat him.

With a click, Cedric closed the door.

He slowly entered the room, walked up to Wen Yubai, and looked down at him, scrutinizing his appearance.

Wen Yubai squeezed out the sound through clenched teeth.

"Your Grace, how long are you going to keep me locked up?"

Cedric didn't answer, but slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

Then it was pulled open, revealing the neck and the faintly visible blood vessels below.

For Wen Yubai at this moment, this action was no less than the most blatant and cruel temptation.

Cedric reached out and gently stroked his cheek, feeling the trembling of the skin beneath his hand.

Wen Yubai pushed him away, retreated to the corner of the wall, and curled up because she couldn't bear it.

Cedric chuckled softly as he sat on the bed, running his hand across his neck.

"It's painful, isn't it?"

The fingernail cut the skin, and blood seeped out.

"Do you want it?"

"Beg me, and I'll give it to you."

He was doing a great favor, or issuing an order that could not be refused.

Wen Yubai's rationality collapsed completely the moment the blood seeped out.

A vampire who has lost their mind is no different from a beast.

He pounced on him and pinned Cedric down.

The sharp teeth pierced the skin haphazardly, brutally plundering and greedily sucking the gushing blood.

The blood of pure-blooded nobles is like a potent wine, washing away hunger and weakness, bringing an ultimate sense of satisfaction.

Blood trickled down Wen Yubai's lips, staining Cedric's shirt and the bed beneath him.

Cedric lowered his eyes, feeling a slight dizziness from the loss of blood and another indescribable sensation.

"What a greedy little thing."

His gaze fell on the ring on Wen Yubai's left hand, engraved with tangled thorns, symbolizing the White family crest.

So he took it off, put it on his ring finger, and gently kissed it.

"Take this as payment."

[Plot point complete: Stealing the female lead's blood, getting a severe lesson from the second male lead √]

The plot point has been completed, but 188 is not happy.

Seeing the screen full of pixelated images, it simply turned the screen off.

Out of sight, out of mind.

It plans to have a chat with the world's will, and while it's keeping an eye on it, its host isn't a problem.

The problem is definitely with Cedric!