"Oh, that, just a light thing. There's no need to worry," said Lin Lin as she took a sip of her bottled drink.
"What if you get hurt? You know that it's dangerous, right?" said Liu Jin angrily.
An Xiu Ming and Su Qing Yu just watched the two brothers argue while tasting the drink Lin Lin had given them. Su
Qing Yu and An Xiu Ming both rolled their eyes as the cold drink touched their throats. The drink was very fresh and sweet, perfect for the coming summer.
"Calm down, brother. Grandfather once said that a person with an ancient bloodline would be more difficult to get sick, and their physical resistance would be stronger. So, if it's just a lack of blood, it won't make my bed sick," said Lin Lin, quite overwhelmed by Liu Jin's excessive worrying behavior.
"Ancient bloodline?" Liu Jin repeated.
