Ye Xingsi couldn't help but feel a little speechless, but he was still a little lucky.
Fortunately, it was Song Silan face to lose face.
"Cough cough..." "Then nothing else happened, right?"
"No."
"Oh, that's good." Ye Xingsi patted his chest. He had no impression of what had happened.
Suddenly, he felt dizzy and he almost fell to the ground. Song Silan saw this and immediately reached out to help him, carefully exhorting him. While holding his wrist, Song Silan realized that his body was much thinner.
She wanted to complain that Ye Xingsi didn't take good care of her body, but seeing his pale face, she endured it.
Song Silan remembered about the blood donation and told Ye Xingsi.
Ye Xingsi opened his mouth wide and looked at Song Silan in disbelief.
"Type AB blood?"
"Right."
Ye
