Ning Xi's Blood Sample

An indefinite time passed before the billowing undercurrents in Lu Tingxiao's jet black eyes suddenly came to a deathly stillness.

In the next second, the man's long fingers covered the girl's fair and long neck. With an intense sentiment that could not be resolved, his cool kiss fell onto the corner of her lips.

Ning Xi did not know the source of Lu Tingxiao's unease. She could only meet with his kiss to set his mind at rest.

"Ah!" Suddenly Ning Xi gripped her neck and cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Lu Tingxiao asked urgently.

"Umm... Something seems to have poked me!" Ning Xi rubbed her shoulder.

Lu Tingxiao raised his hand and looked at his cuff. "I'm sorry. My button's broken and must have scratched you."

Then, he quickly took out a handkerchief to cover Ning Xi's bleeding cut as he held her and said, "I'll bring you up to clean it!"

Lu Tingxiao's face was covered with dark clouds, and he looked incredibly miserable.