Lan Shuang wiped her hands on her apron and quickly went to open the door. "Who is it?"
The door opened, revealing Ling Feng's haggard and pale face. Lan Shuang: "... Is it you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a piece of silk thread suddenly floated over. Lan Shuang subconsciously raised her hand to grab it. The silk thread flashed and disappeared in her palm.
Lan Shuang immediately understood, "Did you use the heart blood I gave you before?"
Upon hearing this, Ling Feng subconsciously grabbed the necklace hanging around his neck. He stared at Lan Shuang in front of him in a daze, feeling that something seemed different about her. He looked her up and down and found out where the problem lay. She had always looked at him with a gentle and smiling gaze, like a pool of spring water. She didn't say anything, but her thoughts were reflected on the water, clearly visible.
But now, Lan Shuang looked at him with indifference and coldness, as if she was looking at an irrelevant passerby.
Ling Feng felt a pang in his heart and could not help but take a step forward. He stepped through the door and whispered, "Shuangshuang...why are you moving?"
Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows in amusement: "What do you think?"
Ling Feng's eyes dimmed slightly: "I'm sorry, you hate me."
"Hate is stronger than love, and you don't deserve my hatred. It's just that I didn't intend to find you so soon, but since you came to me on your own initiative, I won't be polite. I saved you and raised you before out of my own free will. I won't argue with you about the money, time, and feelings. Later, give me back the bank card I gave you, and these eyes—"
Lan Shuang tapped Ling Feng's nose with her fingertips: "You have to give it back to me. You owe me this."
Ling Feng's breath caught in his throat and he looked at her in shock: "Eyes?"
"Yes, I risked my life to find materials to heal your eyes, but the moment you pushed me into the fire, I regretted it."
Lan Shuang withdrew her hand and wiped her fingers on her apron expressionlessly.
Ling Feng didn't notice this small movement. He raised his hand and held Lan Shuang's shoulder, saying in a deep voice, "Shuangshuang, I'm sorry, but I had my reasons. They arrested my mother, and if I didn't agree to it, they wouldn't treat her. You know, my mother's condition was already very bad."
"I can't help it. I can't just watch my mother die! She's my only family!"
As Ling Feng spoke, tears began to flow, and his eyeballs were covered with red bloodshot, making him look really pitiful.
However, Lan Shuang remained calm. She just stood there quietly, looking at the agitated, guilty, and annoyed Ling Feng, and smiled. "So? You let me die for your mother, and I should praise you for being filial? Your difficulties are your business. Don't kidnap me. I'm not yours, and there's no need for me to share the responsibility of saving your mother. Not to mention that the price is nine lives, plus the shattering of my soul."
Ling Feng stared at Lan Shuang with wide eyes, loosened his hand, and took a step back in despair, as if he didn't recognize her anymore, "How could you..."
How can you say such cold words?
Just as he was about to ask, he saw a man coming out of the kitchen. He was wearing the same apron as Lan Shuang. However, because he was taller and stronger, the apron looked a little out of place on him. But he was handsome enough that he could carry off anything he wore.
However, he was obviously in a bad mood at the moment, and when he moved forward with the stick, murderous intent came towards him.
Lan Shuang noticed something and turned around to see, "Why did you come out? Have you made the noodles?"
Ning Yufeng's jawline tightened, and his thin lips formed a dangerous arc. He glanced at Ling Feng, who was stunned at the door, and then looked at Lan Shuang with a bad tone: "Who is he?"
Ling Feng's heart suddenly jumped, "Shuangshuang, who is this?"
Lan Shuang answered Ning Yufeng's question first, "This is Ling Feng. I'm settling accounts with him."
Ling Feng: “…”
Ning Yufeng's expression lightened up when he heard that. He walked over and stood beside Lan Shuang. He didn't feel it when they were far away, but when he got closer, the oppressive feeling brought by her height and aura made Ling Feng feel at a loss. He became alert unconsciously.
"So it's that gigolo, Ling Feng, who has no skills and bites back?"
Ning Yufeng smiled nonchalantly, staring at Ling Feng and pinching Lan Shuang's face. "He's useless. What's the point of talking to him? Beat him up and let him go."
"You—" Ling Feng gritted his teeth: "Who are you? It's not your turn to dictate the relationship between Shuangshuang and me!"
"who I am?"
Ning Yufeng turned his head and leaned over to look at Lan Shuang, and asked again in a gentle tone: "Who am I?"
"Shuangshuang, do you have no feelings for me at all?"
Ling Feng was unwilling to give up. The necklace was stuck in his palm, causing a slight sting. Suddenly, an idea struck him and he took the necklace out of his collar. "Look, this is the blood you gave me. You said that if I wanted to find you, I could do it anytime. Does that mean you don't mean it anymore?"
Lan Shuang: “…”
You are really bringing up something that is not related to the topic.
Although it was early summer, Lan Shuang felt that the temperature around her dropped suddenly, and she was so cold that she got goose bumps.
Ning Yufeng stood up straight in silence, "Oh? Heart blood?"
Ling Feng raised his head and looked at him, "Yes, the blood from my heart, this is——"
Before he could finish his words, Ning Yufeng's eyes suddenly became stern, and he moved as fast as lightning, grabbing the pendant of his necklace and pulling it down hard.
"ah!"
Ling Feng was dragged forward and staggered a few steps, leaving a bloody mark on his neck. Finally, the necklace broke under the weight.
Ling Feng covered his burning neck and wanted to grab it: "Give it back to me!"
Ning Yufeng snorted coldly, raised his hand and squeezed it hard. There was a slight sound of glass breaking, and the blood from his heart fell into his palm, a round drop that gathered together and did not disperse.
Lan Shuang looked at the drop of blood from her heart and was about to say, "Give it back to me," when she saw Ning Yufeng pinching the red spot with two fingers, looking at Ling Feng provocatively, and putting it into his mouth.
Lan Shuang: “???”
Ling Feng: “???”
He stared blankly at the broken glass on the ground, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and he couldn't say anything.
Ning Yufeng's Adam's apple slid, and he swallowed the blood in his heart, smiling sinisterly, "Are you worthy of taking her blood?"
"His eyes, do you want to do it or should I? If you can't do it, I can reluctantly help you."
As Ning Yufeng spoke, the demonic power gathered in his palm, and he really had the intention to kill.
Lan Shuang grabbed his hand and said, "Don't."
Ning Yufeng quickly retracted his demonic power and glared at Lan Shuang fiercely: "Why are you grabbing my hand? What if you get hurt?"
Lan Shuang didn't care about that and warned quietly: "Have you forgotten what Director Liu said? You can't kill people casually."
Ning Yufeng paused, leaning against the wall with a sour face, "Oh, then can you do it? I find him an eyesore."
When Ling Feng heard this, he took a step back nervously, "Shuangshuang, are you really going to take my eyes back?"
Lan Shuang scoffed and corrected, "It's my thank you."
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