Chu Yihan was very reasonable when discussing matters, but when it came to protecting her, he was never reasonable.
Su Yingxue squeezed Chu Yihan's hand and pouted. "Alright, I'll feed Your Highness tonight since I hurt Your Highness' hand."
The sharp in Chu Yihan's eyes soft instantly as if it had met warm sunlight. "Okay."
After resolving the matter, he would hold her in his arms and let her feed him mouthful by mouthful.
Su Yingxue took two drops of Chu Yihan's blood and placed them on the glass.
She brought it in front of Chu Mingyuan and explained to him after he saw it clearly, "These are two drops of Your Highness's blood. If they can fuse, it means they have the same blood type."
