Qingyan glanced at the plant crawling on the ground and cut her own.

This thing is not a bloody throat...

Qingyan's heart suddenly jumped, cold sweat came out, and her body couldn't help but fall down. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, someone held her from behind.

Felling into the warm embrace, Qingyan's back pressed against the other's strong chest, the person behind him fell on Qingyan's face, and even if she didn't turn her head to look, she could know who the other person was.

"What are you doing when you run so fast?" Zhan Linghan asked Qingyan's hands.

When he caught up, he did not notice that Qingyan's calf had been cut.

"Ling Han, I..." Qingyan leaned into his arms, and her cut calves were so numb that she couldn't walk anymore, "My feet..."

She whispered, and then Zhan Linghan noticed that the black stockings on Qingyan's legs were torn, and the blood was soaked in the black stockings. At first glance, it was impossible to tell that Qingyan was bleeding.

Zhan Linghan's face quickly became cold. He carried Qingyan to the stone and asked her to sit down first. He squatted in front of Qingyan and tore open the stockings on her leg. Zhan Linghan saw that Qingyan's cut calves had already been blushed.

He grabbed Qingyan's calves, his lips faced the wound, and helped her suck out the infected blood near the wound.

Qingyan felt numb all over, and she reached out to stop Zhan Linghan, "It's poisonous."

Zhan Linghan did not respond to her words, and he sucked out the blood near Qingyan's wound and spit it on the ground.

When he touched the blood with toxins, Zhan Linghan's tongue felt slightly numb, but his face did not show any reaction.

Qingyan looked at the blood from the wound she sucked in her wound. When her eyes heated up, tears rolled in her eyes.

She said to Zhan Linghan, "Your mother is Yulia, why don't you tell me?"

Zhan Linghan spitted out the blood and said briefly, "I want to give you a surprise."

"What you gave me was obviously frightened!" Qingyan said.

Zhan Linghan focused on sucking blood from Qingyan's wound, but he didn't say anything.

Qingyan sat on the stone, and she looked at Zhan Linghan's hair:

"Ling Han, stop sucking, I can hold on to the hospital by myself. You are the prince of Sistine, the most orthodox bloodline of the royal family, and you can't do anything."

"Then do you know what you are to me?" Zhan Linghan asked her, holding Qingyan's calves.

Qingyan only felt that her eyes could not bear the weight of tears. Liquid fell down her slightly trembling eyes. In winter, her tears were particularly hot, and crystal tears flowed along her white and tender cheeks.

"I know, I am very important to Ling Han..."

But Zhan Linghan can’t give up everything just because of her!

The people of Sistine need him, and the amnesia Yulia also needs him!

"You are the prince! You are the heir to the Sistine royal family, the future king..."

Zhan Linghan spitted out the blood in his mouth. After his tongue was slightly numb, his mouth felt bitter again.

He raised his head and looked at Xiang Qingyan. The girl sitting on the stone, her long honey-colored hair looked a little messy, but this did not affect her appearance. Under the stars and the dim street lights, her pure appearance made Zhan Linghan's eyes softer.

Zhan Linghan half-kneeled on the ground, and he was still holding Qingyan's calves in his hand.
Chapter completed!