There wasn’t much Lin Yi could do about Pinliang’s drama queen tendences, though. Mengyao’s wish had been fulfilled anyway- Pinliang wouldn’t be writing any blood letters anytime soon.
“Boss, what’s up with Zhong Pinliang? Is he performing or something? Look at that finger, it’s like he’s shooting a blood sword out of it!” Xiaobo looked at Pinliang pitifully, wondering why the guy was so unlucky- all he wanted was to write a letter of blood.
“Ah, who knows. I heard that blood circulation speeds up when you get excited, so that’s probably what happened.” Lin Yi shrugged innocently.
Pinliang’s little letter of blood incident soon became known as a comedy, and everyone found the blood shooting out of Pinliang’s finger much more entertaining than the letter he was supposed to write.
“What kind of shitty idea is this?! I’m gonna die from blood loss before I write any fucking letter!” Pinliang was getting dizzy at that point.
