Looking at Wen Nanxi like this, Su Muyao's eyes filled with mist.
At this moment, her heartstrings were gently touched.
"I said, don't hurt yourselves."
Why is it that both of them cut their arms and bleed?
Watching Wen Nanxi bleed, Su Muyao felt a sense of shock.
Su Muyao's eyes were moist as she looked at him, softly saying, "Don't bleed!"
"I won't drink!"
If she drank his blood, he would continue to offer his blood to her.
This cannot happen.
At this moment, as his blood spread, the air seemed to carry the scent of green bamboo.
It's the scent of wind blowing through a bamboo grove.
Wen Nanxi looked at her like this, feeling both helpless and indulgent.
"Just a little blood, it's alright."
"Wife, you are the most important, understand?"
These words made Su Muyao's body tremble fiercely.
She looked up at Wen Nanxi, meeting his tender and gentle gaze.
His expression was so earnest that she knew he meant every word he said.
Su Muyao shook her head.
