Qian'er cut her own hand and poured another cup for Gu Bailu. This time, Gu Bailu drank it without any hesitation.
It really didn't taste like blood. Instead, it was thick and smelled like milk, though it certainly wasn't the color of milk.
After she drank it, Gu Bailu felt much more energetic.
She wondered if it was only a psychological effect, because Feng Qingtian had no such reaction; it was as if he had just been drinking water.
"Do you want another cup, princess?" asked Qian'er with a smile.
Gu Bailu asked her curiously, "Aren't you worried about blood loss? You're pregnant."
"I'm not. I'm already used to it. I can give up to ten times this amount of blood each day and still live," Qian'er's voice was hoarse but obviously sad.
As a human being, she certainly didn't want to be a blood vessel.
"Has your voice always been this way, or did you…" It really didn't fit her image.
