Chu Qianli immediately went inside and looked for paper and pen from his father's desk.
But just as he turned around, he was pulled by Feng Yexuan.
"The master is still resting. You said that the fewer people in this dormitory, the better, right?"
Chu Qianli thought about it and finally nodded: "Let's go to another bedroom."
She couldn't leave for too long, for fear that her father's situation would change.
What if the dead woman says that she will handle it herself and let him go back and rest like his uncle, is it better if he leaves?
After putting the vacuum bottle back into the Qiankun chain, Chu Qianli looked up at him: "Let's open..."
The expression was never serious.
What are this guy staring at her? There is a jokey smile hidden in his eyes!
"You seem to cherish my things very much." Feng Yexuan smiled and before Chu Qianli retorted, the smile on the corner of his lips suddenly stopped.
At this moment, I don’t know whether to be angry or laugh.
After thinking about it, I still didn't want to throw away someone's blood. After all,... it was pulled out of him and was also part of his body.
But suddenly, Chu Qianli seemed to figure it out.
Halfway through the words, he got stuck in the depths of his throat and couldn't get out.
Just as he was about to squeeze the blood drawn out into the lock of the heaven and earth, Feng Yexuan stopped him: "I am here, what are you doing with this blood?"
"In this way, you don't need to hurt you." Chu Qianli looked up at him.
It's all his blood, so I'm wasting this way!
Although I don’t know what I am insisting on, this is his blood after all... I always feel that it is particularly precious.
Give him some color and you can open a dyeing shop, right?
Feng Yexuan frowned and looked unhappy: "Whether I am injured or not, do you need to take care of me?"
Chu Qianli quickly stopped him: "Don't throw him away!"
"I don't like this method!" Feng Yexuan still wanted to throw it away.
Chu Qianli really wanted to pick up the glass tube and smash it on his head.
This time, after Chu Qianli took out the paper and pen, he also took out the syringe and drew a tube of blood for Feng Yexuan.
I just don’t want to leave, right? I’m looking for so many excuses! This arrogant dog man!
"I have this little blood!" He snatched the glass tube containing his blood and wanted to throw it away.
"What do I want the prince to do?" I thought of some...indescribable scenes, which made people dry their lips.
"Okay, don't throw it away, I...I'll keep it, tonight, with your blood."
In this way, it can ensure that it has a shelf life of at least several years and will not solidify.
"Since you like my blood so much, just keep it." Feng Yexuan hummed.
"If you like it, you can do anything on me."
Isn't this the best way?
If he doesn't leave, the dead woman will laugh at him again and he will not be willing to leave her.
Chu Qianli frowned, still unable to withstand it, and her face turned red again.
Chu Qianli had no choice but to take a vacuum bottle, inject blood into it, and seal it.
After telling Xiao Shunzi to be optimistic about the emperor, the two went to the dormitory not far away.
This guy...
The most important thing is that he seemed to understand. After taking blood like this, he didn't need to be present at all.
She quickly turned her face away and pretended to be disdainful.