The small jade vase was placed under her wrist, and after nearly half a bottle flowed out, she laid the jade vase down, letting the fresh blood drip onto the ground, then calmly stopped the bleeding.
"Qhianqhian, if you want ours, we'll give it to you. What are you trying to do?" Luo Yanran immediately frowned tightly, took a deep breath, and accepted Luo Qianqian's dagger, ready to act, but was stopped by Luo Qianqian: "Wait a moment, I'll have my brother bring the jade bottle."
Soon, those who were called gathered in the courtyard, looking at the scars on Luo Qianqian's hand, their expressions changed slightly as they all uttered the same words as Luo Yanran.
Luo Qianqian just curled her lips slightly; what she had to give was not just this.
Seeing everyone collecting blood, she turned to look at An Hao, gently touching his small cheek, pinching it...
No one noticed the oddity at the corner of An Hao's lips.
