1 Little Lolita in a cardboard box

As a man who relies on writing for a living, Yeshu's life is monotonous and uninspiring.

Engaging in the trifles of eating, drinking, relieving, and writing novels, coupled with indulging in games, anime, and deep slumbers, he occasionally fantasizes about a more splendid existence. Whether it be a proud and willful sister, a gentle elder sister, a cute loli, or a sharp-tongued childhood friend.

However, reality is harsh, devoid of elder or younger siblings, living alone weighs heavily on his heart. His computer as a companion, and his right hand as a spouse, his sole interest lies in crafting narratives that satisfy his yearning for a contented life.

In his earlier years, he wasn't entirely a recluse, despite the early demise of his parents. His appealing personality and appearance garnered him popularity, even experiencing several romances during his university days. Yet, these relationships all came to naught, leaving him emotionally drained. Gradually, he withdrew further into solitude, choosing the path of writing after graduation.

One evening, after completing his novel, Yeshu prepared his usual instant noodles, then went to the balcony to stretch his muscles.

Unexpectedly, a knocking sound disrupted his routine, leaving him momentarily bewildered. Residing in a quiet suburban apartment with scarce social connections, visitors were an uncommon occurrence.

Perplexed, Yeshu hurried to the door, peering through the peephole to find no trace of anyone outside. Instead, a securely wrapped cardboard box lay on the ground, about half a meter long.

Express delivery.

Even more perplexed, as he rarely shopped online recently. After scrutinizing the surroundings without spotting anyone, only the solitary box remained on the ground.

Out of curiosity, Yeshu decided to open the door, taking precaution with a pair of scissors.

Upon opening the door, he first observed the hallway to ensure no one was present before examining the cardboard box.

It was quite large, with ample space, albeit slightly worn-out, as if picked up casually from some street or alley.

Yeshu crouched down, giving the box a gentle push. It was not heavy, resembling the size of a six or seven-year-old child lying inside.

Casually tearing open the tape, he was startled by the sight within – a genuine young girl lay curled up inside.

With golden curls, compactly nestled within the cardboard confines, her delicate facial features resembled porcelain. Lips tinted like cherries, and skin so tender it seemed to exude moisture. A girl of extreme beauty, but her brows were furrowed in sleep, indicating a sense of unease, her small body tightly curled, giving off an aura of fear.

Observing her attire, with a golden ponytail, a blue dress revealing pristine thighs, and white knee-high socks below the knees, she was a charming and beautiful girl in white stockings.

Though Yeshu was not inclined towards a fascination with such young girls, the sheer cuteness and beauty of this white-stocking loli left him stunned. Who would leave such a beautiful girl at his doorstep?

Amazed and puzzled, Yeshu roamed around the vicinity but found no one.

For the sake of curiosity, he decided to open the box. Of course, as a precaution, he fetched a pair of scissors.

After opening the box, he was taken aback. Inside lay an exceptionally beautiful little girl.

Long golden hair, a face like a porcelain doll, lips as red as cherries, and a skin so tender it seemed to exude moisture – a truly enchanting sight. However, her brows were furrowed in sleep, suggesting unease, her small body curled up as if frightened.

Taking in her appearance, with a golden ponytail, a blue dress, and white knee-high socks, she was an irresistibly cute white-stocking loli.

Though not a fan of such girls, Yeshu couldn't help but be captivated. Who would leave such a stunning little girl at his doorstep?

Amidst his astonishment, he went downstairs for a stroll, yet found no one around.

Returning upstairs, the fading sunlight cast shadows in the hallway, and at that moment, the little girl inside the box stirred, slowly opening her eyes.

Her eyes were black, in stark contrast to her European appearance, giving the impression of a mixed-race heritage.

Upon waking up, she first rubbed her eyes in confusion, then suddenly spotted Yeshu, causing her to recoil, huddling into the corner of the box as if greatly frightened.

Her frightened appearance was both cute and pitiful, eliciting sympathy. Yeshu gently smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. Who are you, and why are you here?"

The little girl, seemingly unfamiliar with Chinese, paid no attention to Yeshu, tightly hugging her knees and avoiding eye contact.

Seemingly unable to understand Chinese, Yeshu sighed. His gaze fell on a letter beneath her, partly visible.

With a slight movement, the little girl understood, shifting to reveal the entire envelope.

Yeshu didn't hesitate, picking up the envelope and tearing it open to read the contents.

On it was messy, distorted Chinese characters, reaching a new level of ugliness. Yet, Yeshu could barely make out the meaning.

Reading further, he was stunned.

"Hey, do you remember what happened in Ram Alley, England? I am Daphne. Perhaps you've forgotten that beautiful night, but I still remember. I shouldn't have disturbed you, but there are things I must tell you because I need your help."

"Ram Alley, England."

Yeshu remembered that place from his university days when he wasn't a complete recluse. During a summer vacation trip to England with classmates, he had a romantic encounter with a Western girl named Daphne. Beautiful, well-endowed, and with a captivating charm, that night in Ram Alley was filled with passion.

However, Yeshu recalled that after undressing, he passed out and woke up with a bite mark on his neck, with Daphne nowhere to be found.

And this letter was written by Daphne.

Hurriedly reading the content, Yeshu's world view was shattered.

"Hi, do you remember the history and legends of European vampires? Perhaps you don't believe it, but I am indeed a vampire. After that night, I became pregnant with your child. The child should be raised by me, but my family recently faced a major crisis, so I fled to Asia and found you. The child's name is Aiqier, and she's right in front of you. I hope you take good care of her, feed her blood every day, or she'll starve to death."

Ah.

Yeshu was left dumbfounded. What on earth was this?

Continuing to read, there were a few more lines.

"I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth. In your country, there are many unknown supernatural beings. I hope you're careful and don't let anything happen to our daughter. Once my family is safe, I will reward you with one billion euros to get our daughter back, and then I won't bother you again."

Yeshu felt his world spinning. A vampire daughter, one billion euros, Daphne playing games?

The letter contained no further information. Yeshu cleared his throat, finding it difficult to accept as he looked

 at the little girl curled up in the box.

She was secretly glancing at him, and upon being noticed, she quickly lowered her head, portraying a pitiful and adorable appearance.

Yeshu fell silent for three minutes, then approached cautiously, squatting next to the box to observe the girl named Aiqier.

Her facial features were undoubtedly beautiful, and if she were more lively, she would be a captivating little fairy.

However, she seemed timid and scared, like a homeless kitten.

Yeshu noticed Aiqier's double eyelids, quite similar to his own. The more he looked, the more he felt a resemblance between her and himself.

"Could she really be my daughter? Is this a result of a romantic night with a vampire in England's Ram Alley?"

Yeshu was bewildered, struggling to accept the situation. After considering for a while, he forced a smile and said, "Come inside. I'm a friend of your mom's. What happened to your mom?"

Aiqier remained inside the box, not willing to come out. "Mom and others are being chased by other vampires for many years. We've killed many vampires, and I'm so scared."

If being pursued for years were true, it explained her fear and reserved nature. To be so young yet having experienced a life on the run, it was understandable that she was afraid. Yeshu pondered and said gently, "I won't harm you. Come inside, and I'll try feeding you blood."

Yeshu had to take it one step at a time. However, Aiqier was still afraid, clinging to her box like a shy cat reluctant to leave its nest.

Helpless, Yeshu had to carry both Aiqier and the box into his apartment. In mid-air, Aiqier became nervous again, clutching the edges of the box as if afraid of being tipped over.

Yeshu handled it carefully, placing the box on the sofa after entering the apartment. Aiqier finally calmed down, starting to look at Yeshu.

Of course, her stomach growled incessantly, and the rumbling sounds didn't stop.

Yeshu could accept the fact of having an unexpected daughter, but the idea of a vampire was a bit frightening. He needed to confirm and understand it before feeling at ease.

Sitting by the box, he thought for a while before softly asking, "Aiqier, I'll try feeding you blood, but will I turn into a vampire if I do?"

This was a matter of personal safety. In movies, vampires could turn ordinary people into vampires. Yeshu needed to clarify.

Shaking her head, Aiqier replied, "I'm only six years old, so I don't have the ability to turn you into a vampire."

So, blood-sucking was okay. Yeshu felt relieved. Remembering the letter, Daphne mentioned feeding Aiqier and promised one billion euros in the future.

One billion euros – what a staggering amount. It was more than 7.3 billion Chinese yuan.

For Yeshu, living a seemingly comfortable life, it was indeed a tempting proposition. Writing novels barely paid the bills, and his apartment, if not for his parents' inheritance, would be unaffordable.

In this moment of contemplation, Yeshu realized the vastness of one billion euros – it could change his entire world.