Chloe's attitude towards Anderson had always been very perfunctory.
In the end, it was just a kind of inexplicable sense of responsibility.
She didn't really understand why, now that they were already inside the manor, Anderson still looked like a ghost.
But for Anderson, this was already a great treatment.
Although he was beaten by the instructor that night, if you had to give a reason, it was because he, as a dead soldier, got close to Miss Chloe.
The beating didn't kill Anderson because he had hidden the ointment Chloe gave him.
These medicines were very effective, not only stopping bleeding but also relieving pain. It seemed that the treatment of the blood clan's young miss was somewhat different from theirs.
Thinking of this, Anderson curled up his lips and sarcastically smiled.
The relationship between the two younglings was not very profound, but they would meet in the depths of the garden every once in a while, one delivering medicine, the other receiving it.
Chloe felt like she was feeding a poor little dog. Every time they met, the other party had wounds, some minor, some serious, and deliberately showed a look of grievance and sadness for her to see.
She vaguely guessed something, but she didn't inquire. She would just leave after delivering the ointment each time.
Later, as they spent more time together, she would also bring some snacks.
...
In the blink of an eye, seven years had passed.
The once five-year-old chubby girl had grown into a slender and beautiful young girl. Her appearance was even more stunning, and whoever saw her in the manor couldn't help but admire her silently.
But Chloe wasn't very happy because she had encountered a problem recently.
Her teeth had inexplicably become very itchy.
It was like tiny bugs crawling on her teeth. Even during class, Chloe couldn't help but tightly bite her teeth together, rubbing the upper and lower rows of teeth against each other, making a distinct "creak" sound.
It was so itchy, maddeningly itchy.
Chloe was tormented by this sensation to the point of going crazy. As soon as class was over, she would run to the training room with a large steel knife in her hand, swiftly swinging it.
She tried to alleviate the itchiness of her teeth through training.
When Chloe was drenched in sweat and finally felt a little better, footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the training room.
It was Xavier.
Realizing this, for some reason, Chloe's teeth became even more itchy. When Xavier appeared completely in front of her, Chloe couldn't hold back anymore.
She pounced over and bit Xavier's arm hard.
Blood flowed out, but Chloe didn't have the habit of drinking the blood of her fellow vampires. She was just using the flesh and blood to alleviate the itchiness of her teeth, rubbing forcefully.
"I told you the time was about right," Xavier chuckled, reaching out to pinch Chloe's chin and lifting her head up.
Chloe's fair and lovely face was stained with blood, giving off a strange and enchanting beauty.
She herself was a bit confused now, Chloe looked at the bloody arm in front of her:
"...Why did I bite you?"
Xavier sneered, "You bit, and you're asking me?"
Chloe fell silent.
She looked at the arm in front of her and then averted her gaze with disgust.
What was she thinking? How could she be craving Xavier's blood?
However, if she didn't bite, her teeth would continue to itch uncomfortably.
Just when Chloe was feeling torn, Xavier spoke up:
"You've reached your growing period."
Chloe looked at him, asking, "Growing period?"
"Yes," Xavier reached out and quickly touched Chloe's hair, saying, "Do you remember what I told you before? The tooth you lost will only start growing when you turn thirteen. And now, your thirteenth birthday is still about five months away."
"During this period, all young ones will rapidly develop and experience teeth replacement. It comes with the symptom of itchy teeth."
Hearing this, Chloe rubbed her chin and murmured, "So, it seems I really dislike you. Normally, I can control the itchiness, but when I see you, all I can think of is biting."
Chloe made up her mind, saying, "You're really annoying, Father."
Xavier: "..."
He rubbed his brow and said expressionlessly, "During this time, people with the same bloodline as the young ones are more attractive than others. In simple terms, you're irresistibly drawn to my blood, which is why you want to bite me."
Chloe: "..."
She turned away, pretending not to hear his words.
Seeing this, Xavier smirked and said, "Perhaps due to your physical condition, your situation is more severe than others. After careful consideration, I've decided to take certain protective measures for you."
Chloe casually held a large steel knife with one hand and asked indifferently, "What protective measures?"
Before she could finish her sentence, Chloe found herself completely immobilized.
It was a perception restraint.
She hesitated for a moment and furrowed her brow, asking, "What are you going to do?"
Xavier ignored her question and slowly pulled out a mouth guard from his pocket.
Chloe's expression changed.
Her gaze immediately turned fierce, and she asked warily, "What exactly are you planning to do?"
Xavier's lips curved into a faint smile as he said, "Don't be nervous. It's just a tool to prevent you from biting indiscriminately."
Chloe stubbornly said, "I won't bite anyone."
Xavier raised his hand, revealing a wound on his arm.
He didn't say anything, but the meaning was clear.
The mouth guard was exquisitely made, with all sharp corners that could scratch the skin carefully treated. The metal was covered in soft leather, and the size was just right, ensuring it wouldn't hurt Chloe.
But Chloe still refused to cooperate.
Are you kidding? Asking her to wear a mouth guard? How is that any different from a dog!
Unfortunately, she couldn't break free from Xavier's perception restraint at the moment, so she could only let him put the mouth guard on her.
For a moment, her beautiful eyes were filled with anger.
Xavier seemed oblivious and skillfully put on the mouth guard, saying, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. The Vampire Royal Family has immense power, and during the growing period, they become even stronger. This is just a normal protective measure."
Seeing Chloe still wearing a sullen expression, Xavier lowered his gaze and said, "I've worn it too."
Hearing this, Chloe's ears twitched.
Xavier released his perceptual restraints, and Chloe didn't immediately attack, as he had expected.
With the muzzle on, Chloe's voice sounded muffled. "Did you really wear this?"
Looking at the cub's curious eyes, Xavier sighed.
He was truly defeated.
Xavier's voice was deep. "Yes, and I have a photo too. Would you like to see it?"
Chloe's eyes lit up. "Of course!"
Xavier led her to his office.
On the way, everyone kept their eyes forward, resolutely avoiding any eye contact with Chloe, who was wearing the muzzle. It made Chloe feel a little better.
The servants in the manor were ordinary in many aspects, but they excelled at one thing: they were particularly good at reading people's moods.
At least that's how Chloe felt.
After entering the office, Xavier opened a drawer and searched through it for a while before finally pulling out an old photograph.
Chloe leaned in to take a look and found that it was a group photo taken at the beginning of the school year.
Her deadbeat dad stood in the center, looking about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a neat black military uniform, and a muzzle on his face, with a calm expression.
Chloe was somewhat surprised. "So, you really wore this?"
"I told you it was just a regular protective measure."
Xavier had originally intended to put the photo away after Chloe had seen it, but she was clearly interested.
She held onto the edge of the photo, refusing to let go no matter what. Xavier had no choice but to let her keep it in her hands.
Chloe found Kewen in the picture and raised an eyebrow. "This was your previous school?"
Xavier nodded. "Mainland No.1 Military Academy, the only mixed-race school on the continent, but with a very powerful faculty."
"I see," Chloe said as she held the photo, her gaze falling on the sculpture behind them.
Xavier pointed at the desk with his slender fingers. "Do you like this school?"
Chloe was carefully observing the young Xavier with the muzzle and replied absentmindedly, "I like it."
Xavier said, "Alright then, pack your things. I'll send you to this school the day after tomorrow."
"Wait..." Chloe interrupted herself abruptly, "What?"
