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The next day, Daphne was awakened by the itching on her feet.
She felt something pecking at her ankles, and occasionally a sharp sensation would come through.
Daphne hummed softly, expressing her dissatisfaction. Before she could open her eyes, a slightly heavy breath suddenly sprayed onto her face, and the next moment, her lips were held by someone. "Mmm...!"
Half-persuaded and half-willing, Daphne exchanged a lingering kiss with Miller. When his mouth began to wander restlessly down to her neck, Daphne endured the tingling sensation at the nape of her neck and pulled her brother's collar to push him away.
Fortunately, Miller didn't insist on clinging to her, otherwise she didn't know if she could resist it.
Daphne Rubbing her eyes, allowing her brother to hold her and lightly peck her cool, soft cheeks, lazily asking, "Brother, what time is it now?"
Miller Holding her shoulders tightly, burying his face in her hair, deeply inhaling her scent, concealing the madness in his eyes, softly replying, "It's seven o'clock now."
Seven o'clock? That's early.
As if knowing what she was thinking, Miller straightened out his disheveled clothes and said, "It's not early anymore. You still need to freshen up, put on makeup, and wear a formal dress. By the time you're done with all that, there won't be much time left before the banquet starts."
Sure enough, after all this was done, it took almost two hours.
Daphne walked arm in arm with Miller out of the room, and the two slowly walked behind the wall on the second floor of the banquet hall.
She took two deep breaths and could faintly hear the low chatter of the crowd. It seemed like everyone was basically in place. Miller sensed her nervousness and gently patted the back of her hand.
"Flora, we need to go out," he chuckled, saying, "After all, the master is not just the two of us now. We can't arrive later than Josie's home."
The two of them crossed the wall, and the dim yellow light faintly illuminated the entire hall, as well as this pair of lovers.
Daphne didn't know if there was one at home, but she had never seen such a banquet hall, which was barely larger than her racetrack. At first glance, with her strong vision, she still couldn't see clearly whether the people in the distance were men or women.
In such a large banquet hall, dozens of hall columns with various carvings were neatly arranged from the entrance to their front. In the middle of the hall was a small fountain, but the liquid flowing inside was golden yellow, and Daphne could faintly smell the intoxicating aroma of wine in the air. Even the floor of the hall was made of transparent glass, underneath which were carved channels flowing with clear running water, looking especially magnificent.
A buffet table was set up in various combinations, arranged in different corners of the hall. The vampires moved around casually, perhaps stopping the next second to find their next conversation partner.
With her and Miller's appearance, the atmosphere in the hall seemed to quiet for a moment. The nearby men and women in various formal attire discreetly cast their eyes on them, taking a quick measure before recognizing Miller's identity.
Daphne stood stiffly, facing so many unfamiliar and seemingly unfriendly faces, clutching the fabric on her brother's elbow, feeling a vague sense of unease.
Cordelia stood next to the ornately decorated white hall column. When Miller's gaze swept over, she stepped back slightly, using the rotating potted plant to conceal herself behind the column, hiding her figure.
She held the wine glass in her hand, her fingertips turning white, lost in thought, her eyes carrying a sinister look.
Miller walked down the escalator with his sister, and soon the hall returned to its previously lively atmosphere. The crowd resumed their respective conversations, and some of the descendants of the vampire clan who wanted to climb up the social ladder began to stir.
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