Chapter 1218 - In This Case, We Are A Good Match

pαпdα`noνɐ1`сoМ

She was inexperienced previously, and allowed Mag to gain the upper hand and toy with her. This time, she wouldn’t repeat the same mistake.

She was already very familiar with how to tie the rope. Tying a nice-looking yet shameful bound was indeed a skillful job, but it was no longer a difficult task for Countess Bartoli.

Camilla was already thinking how Mag was going to beg for mercy in her hands. Such a shameful and humiliating scene was enough for him to return her the Photostone and become a slave at her feet.

By then, she wouldn’t have to worry what Miss Gloria would think about him anymore.

Camilla already couldn’t help but smile when she thought of this. She twined the spirit binding rope on the hand that Mag placed at the side of the bed.

However, just as the rope was about to go through Mag’s hand, the hand suddenly twisted and grabbed her wrist.

Huh?

Camilla was stunned as she looked at that hand which grabbed her wrist. The fair and slender fingers were unusually strong.

Isn’t he asleep? Camilla panicked as she looked at Mag’s face. His eyes were still closed as if he was still asleep.

Maybe he is dreaming? Camilla surmised. However, the hand that was gripping her was so strong that she couldn’t even loop the rope over Mag’s hand. This was giving her trouble.

Mag was too crafty, so if she could tie him up while he was sleeping, she didn’t have to worry he would do some other tricks. Such a good opportunity didn’t come by easily.

Camilla tried to twist her wrist, but Mag’s hand was like an iron pincer that gripped her wrist so tightly that she couldn’t move.

Although she had a 9th-tier capability, her strength wasn’t huge. She usually used magic to subdue her enemies. It was not easy for her to break free using her strength alone.

Bastard. He’s still so strong while he’s sleeping. A dim light began to gather at Camilla’s other hand. It seemed like she got to use magic to free herself from Mag’s grip first.

However, before she could display her magic, Mag suddenly tugged on her hand. Camilla, who was standing at the side of the bed, lost her balance and fell onto the bed. She rolled and lay next to Mag.

Then, Mag grabbed her other hand very naturally, and restrained her in his arms easily.

“???”

Camilla glared at him. If Mag’s breathing wasn’t maintained at a very stable sleeping condition, she would have thought that he was taking advantage of her deliberately.

However, now both her hands were restrained. She could even feel the warm body behind her through her thin skirt as she was restrained in his arms. His hard muscles were defined like squares. This was weird. How could this man’s body feel so hard when he looked so feeble?

Her body became a little stiff instantly.

Even though she had lived for over 300 years, been through the previous racial war, drunk her enemies’ blood, had a husband, owned a gigantic castle, and was a princess of the vampires, she was actually still a virgin…

To her, men were all dirty. It disgusted her to even talk to them, let alone touch any part of them.

But now as Mag grasped her hands and encircled her in his arms, her heartbeat couldn’t help but accelerate. Her blood flowed quickly and made her feel out of breath. A blush also appeared on her cheeks.

The words that her mother told her when she was getting married came back to her now, and her body started to warm up.

She wanted to get out of Mag’s arms, but she didn’t want to wake him at the same time. Hence, she couldn’t decide what to do at that moment.

Wasn’t she only interested in women? Mag was also a little taken aback when he sensed the body in his arms began to heat up. He interrupted her magic because he wanted to tease her. Moreover, he was also sure that nothing would ever happen between them, so he didn’t pay too much attention to his methods and actions.

But now, he could even hear Camilla’s heartbeat clearly. Generally, vampires were always anemic, so this had him worried if she would faint on the spot due to a low blood supply.

Just as Camilla’s cheeks continued to get hotter and wondered what should she do, she suddenly jerked and softly murmured, “Hey? It’s not right. Why should I worry about a normal man waking up? I am Countess Bartoli, a powerful 9th-tier vampire!”

“Yes. This is really weird.” Mag nodded in agreement.

“You find it weird too, right… Ah!!!” Camilla screamed and turned her head. She looked straight into Mag’s eyes.

The two pairs of eyes almost touched in the dark.

“You are not asleep at all!” Camilla exclaimed as if she was subjected to a huge scam.

“I should be the one screaming, right? A woman suddenly appears on my bed, and even lies in my arms when I am sleeping. If this gets out, my clean reputation will be tarnished,” Mag said innocently. “You must take the responsibility.”

Camilla rebutted, “I am the woman. I should be the one that is losing out, right? I didn’t ask you to be responsible, how dare you ask me to be responsible?!”

“You are a widow.” Mag shrugged.

“So? You are a widower! You even got a kid!” Camilla was furious!

“In this case, we are a good match.” Mag raised his eyebrows.

“Eh, yes.” Camilla was stunned; after some thought, it seemed to be true. So, she nodded subconsciously.

No! I would never be together with this fellow! Furthermore, I came to record scenes that I could use to exchange the Photostone for! Camilla quickly regained her wits. She glared at Mag who was still grasping her wrists, and coldly said, “Release me! You pervert who is sleeping without clothes!”

“I am wearing my sleeping robes, okay? Furthermore, you are the one who came to someone else’s bed in the middle of the night. Shouldn’t you be the pervert?” Mag refuted. Although the sleeping robes were open, the fact was that he was still wearing them.

“Heh. I will show you what is a real pervert today!” Camilla sneered. The temperature around her dropped instantly, and the dim light appeared at her fingertips again.

Crack.

Right at this moment. a crisp metal locking sound appeared, and Camilla’s magic was interrupted again. Both her hands were pulled together and handcuffed.

Camilla opened her mouth in a panic. “You—”

Slap.

A round ball with holes was stuffed into her mouth, and the strings were pulled to the back of her head and tied into a beautiful knot.

“Mmm…” Camilla struggled to get up.

Crack.

Mag put a collar around her neck and clasped it. The magic was cut off instantly. Camilla looked at Mag in a daze, her gaze slowly became terrified.