Very fragrant.

The moment the door knocked, Shi Yan's attention was drawn to it, and she instantly smelled the familiar sweet scent that moved her index finger.

Food is coming?

Opening the door, Shen Li's anxious face came into view, "Miss Shi, please save Mr. Xi."

Xi Jin hung on Yi Mu's body, and he never completely passed out. He still maintained consciousness with his strong willpower.

The moment he saw Shi Han, the suffocating feeling in his heart and the manic-depressive feeling lingering in his chest suddenly seemed to have received the long-awaited comfort and gradually subsided.

Shi Ye looked at Xi Jin, who was covered in blood, with heartache in his eyes.

The blood she couldn't drink was fed to her clothes and dripped to the ground. What a waste!

The next second, Yi Mu found that Mr. Xi, whom he was supporting, was gone.

Without him even realizing it, he had already moved into Shi Ye's arms.

Shi Ye picked up Xi Jin and placed him on the sofa in the room.

She pulled open Xi Jin's shirt, and the buttons were scattered all over the floor. She scraped her fingers on the bleeding wound, took it into her mouth and took a lick.

A gentle and coaxing voice sounded: "Be patient."

In the blink of an eye, the bullet was dug out and thrown on the coffee table. Shi Yan bit his wrist and put it to Xi Jin's mouth.

A drop of blood fell on Xi Jin's chin, and then slid down to his neck. He looked at Shi Ye with half-open eyes, and the two people seemed to be in a stalemate.

After a pause, when Shi Han's wound was about to heal, Xi Jin raised his hand to press down her wrist and cover the bleeding wound.

Shen Li breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that Mr. Xi wouldn't drink.

He carefully put the bullet into a sealed bag and had to show it to Chu Qingrong for testing later.

Shi Yan's blood took effect quickly. Xi Jin's wounds had healed and she sat up from the sofa.

His face was gloomy, and murderous intent flashed through his eyes, "What did you do to me?"

Shi Yan said softly, "Huh?", puzzled.

Xi Jin stared at her for a long time. Few people could be so indifferent under his direct gaze, but there was only pure doubt in Shi Ye's eyes.

But everything that happened before was definitely not his illusion.

The further away from Shi Han, the more uncontrollable various problems appeared in his body, and as soon as he saw Shi Han, all the symptoms disappeared.

But it seemed that he didn't know about this.

Xi Jin's eyes fell on the goblet that was still half full of blood, as well as the two living chickens that were not tied up in any way but were huddled quietly in the corner.

Xi Jin raised an eyebrow, "Chicken blood?"

"Can you drink?"

Shi Han nodded, then shook his head, "It's super unpleasant to drink, but the repulsion effect is small. You have to stay alive."

Thinking of the unpalatable chicken blood, Shi Ming felt very sad, and his eyes unconsciously showed some grievances, which made people look quite pitiful.

Xi Jin's eyes were heavy, it turned out that it wasn't him.

Shi Yan somehow understood his emotions and blurted out: "But you are the only special human being to me."

Xi Jin's heart "thumped".

Before the uncontrollable emotions spread out, he suppressed them hard and said with a stern gaze, "You can't even read minds, can you?"

Shi Yan shook his head, "I can only feel yours."

“Occasionally it’s more intense and precise, and sometimes it’s not captured.”

Xi Jin gritted his teeth, "Don't feel it."
Chapter completed!