Passenger building.

The black gauze covers the windowsill tightly, and in the airtight room, it is impossible to distinguish day and night.

Qianwan leaned on the soft collapse, one leg cocked, gently shaking the teapot in her hand, and the black robe sloppily on the ground a little casually.

The delicate lines of the face are even more beautiful under the cover of the black robe.

Sakura pushed the door in, stood three steps away from her, and bowed her head slightly, "My lord, it's time for you to eat." ”

“……”

The corners of Qianwan's mouth twitched.

How to say it.

My aunt and grandmother really didn't have much interest in the smell of blood.

Not hearing her answer, Ye Sakura raised her eyes slightly to look at her, and gently persuaded, "My lord, your injuries have not healed yet......

And last night in order to save him, he wasted so much energy.

Qianwan reluctantly put down the teapot, "Hmm." ”

Where did the original owner come from?

It's almost every time you serve.

Sakura smiled slightly, took a few steps forward, and handed over the tea bowl in her hand.

Qianwan held the tea bowl and smelled the smell inside, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Really......

It was his own blood.

It's just that in order to fool her, a little beast blood was added to it.

Qianwan glanced at him as if unintentionally, raised her head and drank it all, her fingertips slowly wiping the blood from her lips.

Hooked his lips, "It tastes good." ”

Sakura lowered her head in shame and prepared to go out, "Then Sakura won't disturb the adults' rest." ”

Qianwan called out to him, "Wait. ”

Sakura looked at him suspiciously.

Qianwan propped one hand behind his head, his blood pupils looked at him lightly, pointed to the position of the collapsed side, and said coldly, "You come here." ”

Night Sakura was stunned.

Her eyes were open, not as dark as before, which made him fearful.

The ghost sent the gods, and Yazakura took two steps forward, kneeling on the edge of the collapse, and bowed her head obediently.

Qianwan reached out and lifted his long hair, and the scabbed red spots were exposed.

Night Sakura only felt that her heartbeat was uncontrollable, and she moved her head in some humiliation, panicking and trying to cover the embarrassing birthmark on her face with her hands, "My lord, Sakura's face is not good-looking......"

Because of this red spot, he was abandoned and ridiculed since he was a child.

In front of the delicate and beautiful blood clan, he was even more cold-eyed.

Even if he ends up being a blood slave of the priests......

In the eyes of ordinary blood slaves, they have always been low-level and ugly.

"Ah, the spots on your face are actually natural? It's ugly! ”

"Hahahahaha, it's a little too ugly."

"Even if you want to be a blood slave, no one in the blood clan will take a fancy to you."

"Ah, such an ugly blood slave, how can you domesticate it......"

Do you ...... adults too? Disliked that he was ugly?

Sakura covered her face and closed her eyes weakly, remembering all the ridicule she had been taunted about, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Don't cry."

The cold voice seemed to have magical power, unexpectedly calming his panic.

Sakura tensed her back and felt a slight cool fingertip pressing against the left side of her face, accompanied by a cool and comfortable feeling.

Stunned, he opened his eyes, "My lord......"

Qianye felt tears fall on the back of her hand, and she didn't quite understand how the emotions of this mortal child collapsed.

Grandma just wants to mend his wound!

Fingertips ran across the wound on his face, the scab slowly falling off and healing.

Qianwan withdrew her hand, "Alright." ”

Sakura stroked her face, and the thick scab on it was gone.

I couldn't help but call again, "My lord." ”

"Huh?"

Qianwan returned to her previous posture, rubbed the teapot in her hand, and responded perfunctorily.

Under the candlelight, the eyes of the night cherry blossoms were bright, as if they had quenched the starry sky.

"Thank you...... Sakura is grateful. ”

Qianwan nodded, "Go and rest." ”

Seeing him retreat softly, Qianye's eyes darkened slightly, and she poured a sip of tea to dilute the bloody taste in her mouth.

Snorted.

"Really...... Not him. ”

Hee-hee-hee.

(End of chapter)