Ying Shao is a Girl

As time goes by, the time interval will become shorter and shorter, and she will need more and more blood, and her dependence will become stronger and stronger.

If fresh blood cannot be obtained in time, Ying Junchu will become more and more painful and it will become more and more difficult to stay awake.

The night passed.

The wound on his neck still hurts, and it hurts even if he touches it even slightly while putting on clothes.

Ling Yiche glanced at the wound on his neck through the bright mirror.

Two deep wounds were still oozing out traces of blood.

A small and exquisite red mark appeared on his delicate butterfly collarbone, like a petal, scorching and charming.

At first she...

Starting to grow teeth.

"..."

Ling Yiche wrapped a scarf around his neck and couldn't see anything unusual.

The young man sighed slightly, he was so squeamish.

After getting dressed and washing up, he went downstairs.

Ying Junchu crossed his legs and sat on the brown sofa in the living room.

His face was cold.

Her eyes fell on Ling Yiche, who was holding the stairs downstairs.

His cheeks were so white that they reflected under the light, not normal white, but pathologically pale.

He looked like a weakling.

"..."

It was not easy to raise him well, and because of her, he returned to before liberation.

"come over."

Ying Junchu opened his lips lightly, and a cold voice jumped into his ears.

Hearing this, Ling Yiche raised her eyes, and her slender and thick eyelashes like black crows were gently opened, revealing her clear, beautiful and watery eyes.

He walked right up to her.

"Chuchu?" The young man called her softly, his voice soft and charming, with a hint of hoarseness unique to the morning.

Ying Junchu said nothing, his face was frosty and his expression was serious.

She untied the scarf around Ling Yiche's neck, revealing her fair and slender neck.

Just halfway through untying it, Ling Yiche suddenly grabbed her hand and stopped her movement. The young man's fingertips were cold and he shook his head, "Chuchu, don't look."

Ying Junchu glanced at him expressionlessly, unmoved.

She reached out again to untie the thick scarf around his neck.

Ling Yiche couldn't help but take a few steps back, clenched his hands slightly, and grabbed his own scarf.

"..." Ying Junchu's eyes were covered with thick frost, and his gaze was cold, staring straight at him, as if it could freeze people's gaze.

"Chuchu, don't look at it, okay?" He begged her.

The young man's eyelids were drooped, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his fair cheeks, covering the dark and unclear emotions in his eyes.

Ying Junchu's deep and narrow eyes were bottomless, without a trace of ripples. She opened her lips lightly and uttered a word coldly.

"No." Is there anything I can't see? ! !

Then he pulled off his scarf without any explanation.

"hiss……"

Ying Junchu accidentally touched the wound on his neck. It hurt so much that he took a breath of air. His blue eyes were misty, like the wet eyes of a deer.

"..."

"Don't move."

Ying Jun straightened his white collar for the first time, and the large red marks on his fair neck were reflected in her eyes.

Like red plum blossoms blooming in the white snow, their beauty shines brightly.

Following the red marks, there were two deep wounds on the boy's neck. They had not yet scabbed, and there were still traces of bright red blood oozing out.

Due to his special constitution, Ling Yiche's self-healing ability is very weak. Once injured, the wound cannot heal within a short period of time.

The window in the living room was open, and the morning breeze kept coming in, making it a bit cold.

Ying Junchu frowned slightly, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and his face was stern.

"Chuchu, I'm fine..."

Ling Yiche took the scarf from her hand and quickly wrapped it around his neck without seeing anything unusual.

"Does it hurt?"

Ying Junchu's cold voice gently hit his eardrums.

"It doesn't hurt." The young man smiled brightly, his eyebrows arched.