Ying Shao is a Girl

"In short, there will always be one party who suffers, and it is impossible to have the best of both worlds."

Song Feiwan finished speaking calmly.

"What will happen if the blood of the spirit-quenching body is not used?"

"It will be very painful, extremely painful, and no one can bear it." She looked directly into the depths of Ying Junchu's eyes and said every word.

Although it won't cause any devastating damage, it will cause pain and discomfort. To put it bluntly, blood is equivalent to drugs. For drug addicts, it is very painful to not get it.

But the difference is that apart from dependence, the blood will not have any substantial side effects on Ying Junchu. Just drink it in time, but for Ling Yiche himself, it will cause backlash.

"..." She didn't answer.

His deep and narrow eyes were calm and calm.

"Is there no other way?"

"No." Song Feiwan was very sure.

Since there was no such thing, Ying Junchu stopped asking.

"What is the contract mark?"

Hearing this, Song Feiwan was slightly stunned, his movements slowed down a beat, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

It was fleeting and soon returned to normal.

"If there is a contract mark, it proves that Ling Yiche will be your blood partner from now on, boss."

Song Feiwan's gentle voice contained hints of worry and melancholy.

She really found him after all.

"You are only dependent on his blood."

"Will he die?" Ying Junchu's focus has been here from beginning to end.

"Not if it were you."

"But he will still be repulsed and feel very uncomfortable."

"In other words, there is always one party who has to bear the pain."

"Boss, you don't have to doubt the authenticity of my words, because like you, I don't belong to this world, but forgive me for not telling you more." The girl smiled, with bright eyes hidden in her autumn eyes. bright moon.

Gentle and touching.

"I won't doubt you." Ying Junchu replied without thinking.

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Late at night

The wind chimes hanging in front of the window were stirred by the night wind, making a crisp and sweet sound, like beads falling on a jade plate.

Song Feiwan sorted out the books on the table and took out a small but thick notebook. She had the habit of writing a diary.

I write every day.

Even if it is just a sentence or even a word, she will write it down.

The paper in the notebook has turned yellow, and some of the papers in the front have been stuck together for too long and cannot be separated easily.

Her guess was correct, Ling Yiche was indeed the person Ying Junchu was looking for.

Ying Huaijiu is not at all, he is just an insignificant person.

The matter of the contract mark has proven her guess to be 100% correct and accurate.

Because, in this world, no matter in the past or in the future, only Ying Junchu can contract with Ling Yiche.

This means that Ying Junchu's memory will gradually wake up, and she will eventually remember everything.

Behind the understanding and thoroughness, is it the depth of darkness or the dawn of dawn?

Song Feiwan didn't know either.

She held the pen in her right hand and wrote a small sentence in the diary.

On December 5th, we finally met.

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When Ying Jun returned to Shunhua Villa for the first time, it was already late. The cold was gradually rising, and the cold wind was biting and it hurt people's faces.

The lights in the living room went out, but the lights in the study were still on.

The only light source in the huge villa.

Ying Junchu pushed the door open and entered.

The warm orange light was still on tirelessly, reflecting the soft outline of the young man.

Maybe he was too tired, so the boy fell asleep on his desk.

Ling Yiche's face still looked not good, showing a sickly pale color.

The long eyelashes cast a shadow under the light, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, the skin is as white as jade, and the eyebrows are like paintings.

The boy is really good-looking.

He was still quiet and well-behaved while sleeping.