A trace of helplessness flashed through the youth's eyes. Before he could speak, the sharp blade had already cut through her fair and tender skin.
Dark red blood seeped out from under his skin, like a plum blossom dripping onto the snow, alluring and dazzling.
Blood flowed into the porcelain bottle and soon filled a bottle. However, Yan Qinghuan didn' t know where to take out a few empty bottles. There was no intention of stopping the bleeding.
Seeing that something was wrong, You Ning hurriedly grabbed her wrist and raised it, causing the blood to flow back.
"What are you doing!"
"As you wish, let out blood."
You Ning relaxed his tone. This was the first time Yan Qinghuan had angered him like a child.
"One bottle is enough." You Ning took the bottle from her hand and felt a little
