“I am certain! Can you stop babbling? I can’t stay with you guys for too long, or I will lose Yang Muyan’s trust if her men discover me. Just do it. It is my blood not yours! Why are you so slow? No wonder you are nothing more than a good looking man.”


  Jing Yiran had forgotten how much he suffered from Mu Qing’s needle sometime back, when he started to swear at him.

  Mu Qing was too surprised to argue with him, so he asked him calmly, “Does Lu know that you are being so nice to her?”


  Furious, Jing Yiran answered subconsciously, “Of course, she does!”


  “When did you guys get together? You hid it well!”


  “We…… none of your business! Are you taking out the blood or not?!” Jing Yiran looked so furious. This man was such a gossipmonger.

  Mu Qing was actually trying to test if his feelings for Lu were true or not.

  This was surreal. Jing Yiran had feelings for Lu!

  Lu was indeed pretty, but pretty like a doll, one who would only be regarded as a little child rather than as a woman by most men. Also, she was definitely not Jing Yiran’s type.

  “Haha, I never expected that a womanizer like you would one day be so devoted to a woman and even want to donate your blood for her. Are you trying to become an obedient and nice man?”


  Seeing Mu Qing’s surprised look, Jing Yiran, who was normally quite arrogant, became slightly shy.

  Normally, he would not have done such a thing for a woman. But now, he looked like a young man deeply in love and ready to do whatever he could for the woman he adored.

  After teasing Jing Yiran and cursing him for a few more minutes, Mu Qing finally started to extract the blood out of Jing Yiran.

  Before he came here, Jing Yichen had already told him that he was to extract Jing Yiran’s blood. That was why he had all the things ready, including the pipe and a dozen empty blood packets that could contain 400ml blood respectively. After all, he was going to take blood out of Jing Yiran.

  Mu Qing would never miss such a great opportunity to take revenge!

  Soon, Mu Qing took out 800ml of blood from him.

  But he hesitated when he reached for the third packet.

  800ml blood was the maximum limit for a healthy adult. Any more blood would make Jing Yiran pass out because of a hemorrhage.

  By this time, Jing Yiran felt slight weakness, but nothing else. So when he saw Mu Qing stopping, he glared at him. “Why are you stopping? Go on!”


  Mu Qing threw a disdainful look at him and reminded him out of kindness. “Any more of this will kill you. You only have limited blood inside you. According to your weight, this amount would make you feel weak but some more will make you faint.”


  “How much more can you take out?” Jing Yiran was not satisfied. He wanted to give some more blood to Lu, because her cold body last night had made him feel very concerned.

  Mu Qing stared at Jing Yiran as if he were staring at a stranger, then he said after a long pause, “In your case, the max amount is a little bit more than 1000ml. Any more than that would kill you instantly. But 1000ml can cause dizziness and you will feel pain in the following days.”


  He could truly see that Jing Yiran had changed tremendously after his near-death experience and that he adored Lu to the marrow, now!

  “It is fine, take the max amount out.” Jing Yiran did not care about how terrible his situation would be. He just wanted to give some more blood to Lu.

  Mu Qing felt that Jing Yiran had been blinded by love, so he did not dare to make a decision but turned to Jing Yichen for instructions.

  Jing Yiran got very displeased before Jing Yichen could say a word. He said furiously, “Hey Mu, you are taking my blood, what are you staring at him for?”


  Ignoring his complaint, Mu Qing still looked at Jing Yichen. He wanted to take all the blood out from Jing Yiran, but that was definitely not going to be approved by Jing Yichen who might find him useful for the time being.

  Seeing the hyperactive Jing Yiran, Jing Yichen said, “Take out as much as you can until he is unable to talk.”


  Mu Qing agreed with Jing Yichen. He found that a lethal man like Jing Yichen was making a very good decision to take the blood out of Jing Yiran to a degree where he could not talk.

  Having received the order, Mu Qing resumed his work.

  After donating 1200ml, Jing Yiran finally stopped talking. His face was pale and passed out.

  Mu Qing put 200ml blood back into Jing Yiran, but he still didn’t wake up.

  Seeing Jing Yiran in such a state, Mu Qing suddenly felt that he was not as annoying as before.

  What a fool! After he fell for Lu, he started to ignore his own life totally.

  Mu Qing understood clearly what this feeling was.

  If one day it was Zhao Anan who needed blood, he would give his own to her without any hesitation.

  “Tiger, get Knife Lee to send Jing Yiran back. Be careful about not being discovered by anyone.”


  “Yes, Master!”


  Seeing Jing Yiran unconscious, Lu could not help but frown. “What is wrong with him?”


  Knife Lee had wanted to carry Jing Yiran directly into the bedroom, because a heavy man like Jing Yiran would be too much for a little girl to carry.

  Unexpectedly, however, Lu took Jing Yiran from him without much effort and it seemed that she had no difficulty in carrying him at all!

  Knife Lee had never met anyone stronger than him, so he could not help but size her up, failing to find anything special about this woman.

  “He came to Master today to donate blood. He apparently gave too much, so he passed out. Doctor Mu says that he is fine, just needs some rest and supplementary nutrition.”


  Knife Lee recounted whatever Tiger had told him.

  “Blood donation?” Lu was a bit surprised. “What for?”


  “To help a woman called Lu.”


  Knife Lee assumed that this strong woman must be Lu. But he did not ask or say any more and left.

  Standing on the spot, Lu stared at this man who was in the arms.

  After a long while, she lowered her head and let out a sigh. “Silly man, what do I need your blood for?”