As a scary tyrant that sucks people’s blood to live on, he has eyes only for her. In the palace, he lies on the bed, almost bare-chested, saying “Honey, I’m starving.” “Honey?” The girl frowns, murmuring to herself, “He doesn’t feel awkward at all to call me like that”. Lifting the skirt’s hemline a little, bit and leaning towards his neck, she says, “It happens that I’m starving, too.” He turns over to let her lie on the bed, with his blood-red eyes darkening and a hint of hoarseness in his low-pitched voice. On a dark and windy night, it’s the right time for them to “enjoy themselves”.