The God Of Plague, Second Young Master Gu

'Yes, I am unhappy! Bastard! You can't hear me even if I scold you in my heart! I'll scold you as much as I can!'

Gu Zheng sneered. His eyes were filled with smiles as he asked slowly, "Did you save me with your own blood, Mrs. Gu?"

The smile on Qiao Xi's face froze.

Actually, a little blood loss was nothing. If it could help Gu Zheng relieve the poison in his body, it would be worth it.

Moreover, when he was Mo Yuan, he had taken good care of her. Hence, she had to save Gu Zheng no matter what.

'It's just a little blood. It's no big deal. It can still be replenished.

'It's better if I don't tell Gu Zheng the truth. Otherwise, he'll definitely be reluctant for me to use my blood to detoxify the poison in his body when it flares up again in the future. It's better not to tell him!'

Qiao Xi cleared her throat. "Ah Zheng, you're thinking too much. How could a weak and delicate woman like me bleed to save you?