Yitong subconsciously touched her wrist, "Take me there."
Yitong didn't understand how high Ruan Zhong's martial arts skills were. She only knew that she was capable enough to take a living person like herself from the Ninth Prince's Mansion to the Fourth Prince's Mansion without being noticed.
Mi Feng Pavilion was still as elegant and quiet as in her memory. She followed Ruan Zhong and walked in. To her surprise, she saw Mu Youzhi standing there.
She was in a rare good mood and joked, "Fourth Prince, are you waiting for me here?"
There was no sign of any disturbance in the handsome face of Mu Youzhi, who just turned around indifferently and said, "Waiting for your blood."
Yitong was startled, then shook his head and laughed, "You don't have to be so direct. No matter what, I am the Fourth Prince's savior."
Ruan Zhong stepped forward to support his master and sent him to the house. Yitong sighed and followed suit. Why did he always feel a little thankless for his efforts?
The lights in the room were a little dim, which didn't matter to Mu Youzhi at all. The two of them sat at the table and stared at the sharp dagger on the table. Yitong still shrank subconsciously.
"Uh, can you cut it lightly this time?"
Mu Youzhi turned his head and raised his eyelids, "Ruan Zhong, please step aside first."
"yes,"
He fumbled and picked up the knife on the table, "Give me your hand."
Yitong gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and stretched out her wrist in front of him, "Hey, come on."
Holding her slender wrist, he hesitated and said, "Be patient." After saying that, he raised the knife and lowered it. A silver light flashed past, so fast that the naked eye could not catch it, and the next second, his lips were already there.
Come closer.
This time, he sucked very slowly, as if he was afraid of hurting her. Yitong's frown slowly relaxed, she opened her eyes, and looked at the scene of him lowering his eyes, with the charming red lips falling on her wrist, and the look on his face
Once it turns red, quickly look away.
He let go of her hand, took out a magnetic bottle and threw it over, "Apply it to the wound."
"Yes," Yitong did not refuse his kindness this time. After applying it, she quickly wrapped it with a handkerchief.
"Since you are my savior, how do you want me to repay you?" Mu Youzhi's abrupt words stunned Yitong. Even if she didn't know much about him, she knew that he would not take the initiative.
People who ask this kind of question.
She thought for a while and said, "I haven't thought of it yet. I'll tell you when I think of it later."
"Really?" His reaction seemed a little careless. He thought that she would ask to leave the Fourth Prince's Mansion. If so, he would agree without hesitation. But, she didn't.
Yitong stood up, "I have to go back early, otherwise my maid will be worried."
"Ruan Zhong," Mu Youzhi also stood up and walked to the room, "Send her off."
"Miss Chu, please."
Yitong took a few steps and then stopped, "Fourth Prince, can I trust you?"
Mu You paused for a moment and said in a cold voice, "I will not let you be in danger."
Yitong smiled, "I know, you need my blood."
Hearing the sound of her footsteps getting further away, Mu Youzhi's hand touched his heart. It became more and more strange. Is this the price to pay for sucking her blood?