After (20)

When she walked into the living room, Xu Jiamu didn't even glance back at her. He just pointed at the sofa and signaled for her to take a seat, after which he went over in front of the drinks dispenser and got a cup of water.

Holding onto his cup, Xu Jiamu turned around and looked at Song Xiangsi, who stood stunned in the center of the living room. His brows furrowed, but he didn't offer her a seat again, walking up to her instead and offering her the cup. "What do you need me to help you with?"

Song Xiangsi didn't take the cup from his hand, but raised her pale face to stare up into his eyes. Without hesitation, she let slip, "I need your blood."

Because of her words, Xu Jiamu's hand abruptly trembled, causing the warm water from the cup in his hand to splatter onto his sleeves, leaving rings of watermarks.

In just a second, he got himself together and his brows twitched. "Need my blood?"