The bedroom door slowly opened, revealing the figure of a lonely man huddled on the bed.

Wen Shiyu was covered with a thin layer of frost, leaning against the corner, his body shaking.

Bai Zheng's face changed, and he immediately stepped forward: "Is he sick?" He frowned and looked at Wu Sen: "What about the fitter?" ”

Wu Sen bowed his head slightly: "We are ready, but ...... The young master doesn't drink their blood. ”

"Why?"

Wu Sen pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Go and bring the blood of the fitter, how can he not drink it, he will die!"

Wu Sen was silent for a few seconds, then turned and walked out.

After a while, he came over with a bowl of brightly colored blood in his hand, Bai Zheng took it from his hand, walked over, and met the man's dark and deep eyes that had lost their light: "Time Domain." ”

Wen Shiyu's gaze slowly fell on his face, and his thin lips opened lightly: "Go out." ”

"You don't want to die!"

Bai Zheng was anxious, turned his head and asked Wu Sen: "What happened?" From the moment he wanted to strangle An Ran, I felt that he was not normal, and now he doesn't even drink blood, what happened to him? ”

Wu Sen lowered his eyes, but remained silent.

Wen Shiyu didn't drink, Bai Zheng wanted to come hard, but he directly smashed the bowl clean.

"Get out!" The man stared at them, his eyes dark.

Bai Zheng had no choice but to go out, Wu Sen stayed in the room and lowered his head to clean up, his eyes were a little red.

The voice of the previous temperature time domain rang in my ears.

“…… Wu Sen, get rid of all the adaptors prepared for me, Song Yixi, this woman is very possessive, and she wants to cry with me when she sees it......"

Why didn't the young master drink the blood of the other suitors?

He was afraid that Miss Song would cry!

He never thought that the arrogant young master would care so much about a person, gritted his teeth, and said, "Young master, I'll go and bring Miss Song over!" ”

If it goes on like this, the young master will really die.

It's been so many days, and the young master hasn't drunk a mouthful of blood, even if this has never happened before.

These three words made Wen Shiyu's stagnant eyes move, but he immediately said, "Don't go!" ”

The woman she didn't want to.

She was reluctant to let him drink her blood.

Reluctant to let him touch her......

Wen Shiyu buried his face in his arm, grabbed his trembling self, and whispered, "Don't go." ”

Wu Sen looked at the young master with this appearance, and his heart tightened for a while.

That night, Bai Zheng walked around the living room anxiously, and he said, "I'll go and call Madame." ”

Except for Mrs. Wen, I'm afraid that no one can do anything about him now.

Wu Sen hurriedly said: "Don't ......"

The young master disliked Madame meddling in his affairs the most.

He clenched his fists and said with determination, "I'll go find someone." ”

Turned around and walked straight out.

……

He came to Song Yixi's place and knocked on the door: "Miss Song." ”

"Woodson?" The door opened, revealing Song Yixi's fair face, and she wondered, "Is there anything wrong with you so late?" ”

Wu Sen disobeyed Wen Shiyu's order for the first time, paused, and then said in a low voice: "There is something wrong with the young master's body. ”

Song Yixi was taken aback: "What's wrong with him?" ”

"For so many days, the young master has not drunk anyone's blood, Miss Song, please come with me."

Doesn't anyone drink their blood?

Why?

She was stunned: "Isn't there Tang Nuan'er here?" ”

"Tang Nuan'er?" Wu Sen was stunned: "What's wrong with her even if she's here?" ”

The young master won't drink her blood.