Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 196 The Poor Vampire is the Real Boss 19

Ni Qing saw the boy look up in surprise, his eyes slightly red in the dim light. He seemed very surprised that she hadn't left, and his expression was somewhat blank.

The girl looked at him in confusion and repeated softly, "Are you going to die? Or have you contracted some incurable disease?" In an instant, melodramatic scenes from soap operas flashed through her mind like a short film.

The cold and indifferent male protagonist is actually terminally ill. Heartbroken, he cannot bear to drive away the female protagonist he loves. By the time the female protagonist looks back in bewilderment, the male protagonist has already passed away...

Overcome with regret, the female protagonist committed suicide with him.

She glanced uncertainly at Brewster's expression. Perfect, it was exactly like the melodramatic soap opera in her head.

Bah! She's just a supporting character.

The young prince was clearly taken aback by her unexpected and shocking statement. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment, like a puppet. After a long while, he finally asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing back here?"

"Then I'll leave?" Ni Qing blinked and hesitated.

Maybe he doesn't like others seeing him in such a vulnerable state? Given her supporting female character aura, she might be murdered to silence her.

Brewster: "..." Damn it.

He didn't know if Ni Qing was serious or teasing him, so in a moment of panic he blurted out, "I was injured during my weakened period, and it hurts occasionally."

In the darkness, he couldn't see her expression. She remained silent for a while before slowly saying, "Are you feeling better now? Let me help you to rest."

Brewster's eyes narrowed slightly. The excruciating pain tormented his nerves constantly. He smiled slightly and said, "Much better. Thank you for your help." With that, he slowly stood up, his movements fluid and without any pause.

Ni Qing finally felt relieved. She took his arm and walked to the bedside. The boy didn't put all his weight on her, so she easily settled him on the bed.

"I won't disturb Your Highness for now. I'll come back after I've rested." She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, her tone as gentle and serene as Brewster remembered.

The boy in the darkness remained indifferent, showing no emotion upon hearing the words, but his previously vulnerable expression was completely concealed, and his blood-red eyes gleamed with intense malice.

He said softly, "It's okay, you can go first. I'm fine. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Ni Qing thought to herself, "Don't be so polite with me," but then she realized something was off: "Really? Why does your voice sound weak again?"

103: "Host, you sometimes really do reveal a kind of innocent stupidity."

Ni Qing smiled slightly: "You don't understand, do you? This is about romance."

103: "..."

The boy on the bed turned his head slightly, his voice hoarse, and coughed a few times: "It's nothing, it's an old problem, don't worry about me."

The girl blinked and said, "How can we ignore Your Highness? After all, you are a prince now..." Her words seemed to be sincere.

Brewster curled his lips in a mocking smile, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes: "Is that so? Won't that take up your time?"

“I don’t have anything to do either.” Ni Qing shook his head and said calmly, “I’ll go get a chair.” He then moved the chair he had been sitting on and sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

Strands of moonlight pierced through the gaps in the dark clouds. She propped her head up with her hand, her expression gentle and indifferent. Brewster stared at her intently, his gaze unwavering.

After an unknown amount of time, the bed finally became completely quiet. Ni Qing breathed a sigh of relief, twisted her slightly sore and tired arms, and decided to stand up and move around.

Before she could even regain her footing, her wrist was suddenly grabbed with great force. Her pupils contracted, and she was thrown uncontrollably towards the boy. The next second, a cold, familiar scent filled her nostrils.

Ni Qing awkwardly placed her hands on either side, trying to get up, but the other party wouldn't let go. Helplessly, she said, "Your Highness, please loosen your grip a bit, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable."

After he finished speaking, there was no reply for a long time.

Only when she got a little closer could one faintly hear some whispers.

The boy's eyelashes were tightly shut, his forehead was covered in a pale sweat, and his lips were pale; he seemed to be trapped in a nightmare: "Mom..."

This was the first time Ni Qing had heard this title from Brewster's mouth. She froze for a second before slowly leaning close to his ear and saying in a deep voice, "Your Highness, I am not your mother. Let go of me now."

103: "..."

The male protagonist seemed to be truly in a state of hibernation, showing no reaction whatsoever. She observed for a moment before trying to pull her hand back slightly.