Ying Shao is a Girl

At that moment, a very strange thought came to her mind.

"Chuchu, why are you feeling so uncomfortable?"

His blue eyes were full of worry.

He didn't know the specific side effects, only the general idea.

He was answered with silence.

The scene in front of Ying Junchu's eyes blurred again until it turned into white.

She couldn't hear what Ling Yiche was saying.

The boy was so close to her that she could smell his blood.

Fragrant and sweet.

…

"Chuchu?" Ling Yiche called her softly again.

Still no response.

Ying Junchu narrowed his eyes slightly and lost all consciousness.

All movements are instinctive.

"hiss……"

A sudden tingling sensation came over my neck.

Ling Yiche gasped in pain.

All the blood in his body seemed to be gathering at his neck.

There was a patch of red on her fair neck.

The mist in his blue eyes quickly filled up, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Very tired, very sleepy, and want to sleep.

"No, you can't."

Ling Yiche pinched herself hard.

He couldn't sleep. What would Chuchu do if he fainted?

Struggling to stay awake.

The ink in Ying Jun's eyes was gradually swallowed up by red.

The night outside the window is still dark.

-

The next day.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning bursts into the room.

Fine dust rises.

Five ten.

Ying Junchu woke up on time.

There is still a hint of fishy-sweet taste left in the mouth.

"..."

Her mind went blank for a moment.

"last night……"

Ying Junchu was not drugged this time and he remembered everything clearly.

Although he was unconscious at the time, he would remember it clearly afterwards.

Pictures flashed through his mind like a movie.

! ! !

What did she do last night! ! !

In Ying Junchu's consciousness, she should be a human.

Why drink human blood?

Could it be that she is actually a ghost?

vampire.

"..."

Inexplicably irritable.

No, grumpy.

Knock knock knock---

There was a regular knocking at the door.

Ying Junchu stared straight at the door made of fine and expensive wood.

His eyes were cold.

Who bothers to come early in the morning?

I wonder if she is upset right now!

Someone needs to be found to do the surgery.

"Chuchu..."

"Chuchu..."

The boy's voice was gentle, gently hitting her eardrums.

The irritability in my heart seemed to have calmed down a bit.

-

after awhile.

There was a click.

Ying Junchu opened the door.

"what?"

Her tone was cold, her eyebrows were full of indifference, and her eyes were very unkind.

Ling Yiche didn't pay too much attention to these.

He knew that Ying Junchu woke up at a very regular time every morning, so he would knock on the door at this time.

"Are you... okay now? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

His expression was very complicated, including worry, anxiety, self-blame... and extreme fatigue.

"..." I'm very good!

Still alive!

Ying Jun glanced at his eyes for the first time and was speechless.

Ling Yiche's eyes were covered with indigo, his eyes were a bit hollow, his face was haggard, and he looked sickly pale.

The slightly curly hair is messy and hangs weakly on the ears.

The phenomenon showed that Ling Yiche should have stayed up all night.

"..." It took a lot of effort to raise him up, but now he looks frail again.

Go back to before liberation!

But she couldn't blame anyone.

Because she made Ling Yiche like this.

"Chuchu, are you okay?"

Seeing that she didn't answer him, Ling Yiche asked again.

The worry in his eyes made Ying Junchu feel confused.

"It's okay." Do you look like something's wrong with me?

Ying Jun looked very good at first. Except for his face, which was as cold as ever, he was no different from a normal person.

"That's good..." His expression finally relaxed a little.

Ling Yiche's smile was very forced.

He was already very weak.

"Chuchu, can I take your pulse?"

Although Ying Junchu said it was okay, he was still worried.

You have to confirm it in person before you can rest assured.