Chapter 39 (1/2)

Shen Wanqing went upstairs, looked flat and opened the door.

When he walked over, the boy had sat up with his back against a big and soft pillow.

Shen Wanqing's eyes fell on the bowl on the table beside the bed. The soup was rich and sprinkled with green onions. The smell was very attractive.

But the boy on the bed lowered his head, and his soft broken hair covered his eyes. He couldn't see what he looked like.

Seems completely unmoved.

”Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat?”

Shen Wanqing dragged the stool over and sat lazily on it.

The boy leaned against the pillow, his pajamas were loose, and one side was loose on his shoulder, revealing his exquisite clavicle and white shoulder.

The half born boy didn't know it. He slowly raised his head. The broken hair in front of his forehead was scattered, half covering his black eyes.

The young man's facial features are exquisite, high and straight from the eyebrow bone to the bridge of the nose. But his face was pale and there was no blood on his lips.

A layer of clear water mist floated in his black pupils, and his pale thin lips closed quietly, pitifully and with some sickly fragility.

Jiang Yanci hung his eyes and gently moved his right hand hanging water.

A soft, pitiful voice.

”If you can't move, you'll return blood...”

Shen Wanqing looked down at the words.

Oh, it's really back to blood.

The young man's fingers are slender and beautiful, and the back of his hand seems to be shining white, and the cyan blood vessels are clearly visible.

The sharp tip of the needle pierces into the blood vessel. The infusion tube connected with the long needle has a finger long red blood, which blends with the transparent potion.

It's very pitiful to see.

Lifting his eyes with the tip of his eyebrows, Shen Wanqing suddenly broke into those deep black eyes.