"Was it really a minor accident that day?" Luo Youyou's memory of herself had begun to blur. She clearly remembered rushing forward at a speed of 200 miles per hour, but Mu Yaxi and the others insisted that it was a minor accident. Perhaps this was the only reasonable explanation. Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to be unscathed.
Jing Yan did not answer Luo Youyou's question. Instead, he suddenly grabbed her hand, picked up the knife on the table that was reflecting a cold light, and before Luo Youyou could react, he cut her hand hard. Luo Youyou could even feel the sound of the blade cutting through the bone.
"Are you crazy?" Luo Youyou suddenly pulled back her injured hand, but found that Jing Yan was not looking at her, but was staring at her injured hand intently.
Luo Youyou also lowered her head and watched the entire back of her hand turn black and purple. The wound on it was healing at a visible speed. The power from somewhere deep in her body seemed to gather at the wound. In a few breaths, the back of her hand was smooth as before, and the purple color gradually faded. Except for the bloodstains on the golden napkin showing that she was indeed injured, there was no other trace of her injury.
"What's going on?" Luo Youyou raised her head and asked.
"Does it hurt?" Jing Yan also asked.
Luo Youyou shook her head slowly. She only felt the sharpness of the knife, which tore through her flesh and blood and reached her bone marrow, but she did not feel the pain brought by this sharpness.
The waiter brought Luo Youyou's pasta over, and Jing Yan quickly hid the blood-stained napkin. The speed was so fast that Luo Youyou was shocked. Then she looked at the waiter's calm face, obviously he didn't see Jing Yan's action.
Jing Yan asked the waiter for an empty cup, took out a bag from somewhere, and bit open a hole. Luo Youyou smelled a metallic smell, which suddenly reminded her of the time when she was sleeping in his arms. The metallic smell was exactly the same as this one, a little fishy, but strangely, she didn't hate it. On the contrary...
So...was it a dream?
The bright red liquid slowly flowed into the cup through the opening. Jing Yan only poured a small sip and handed it to Luo Youyou.
Luo Youyou obediently took it, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then pushed it out in horror. The blood-red liquid immediately spilled all over the table, staining a large area of the golden napkin and tablecloth red.
"This... this is..." Luo Youyou pointed at the blood-red patch, his eyes filled with fear. "This is... human blood..."
"What type?" Jing Yan asked immediately.
Luo Youyou said tremblingly, "A...Type A..."
"Man or woman?" Jing Yan continued to ask.
"Men!" Luo Youyou said with certainty. The fear in her voice dissipated a little, but another fear came over her. Why did she know all this? It was as if she had an innate ability that allowed her to distinguish any kind of blood and never make a mistake.
"Come with me!" Jing Yan took Luo Youyou's hand, and the waiter ran over at the right time, "You haven't paid yet!" Just after collecting the debt, he glanced at the red on the table, "This..."
Before she could say anything, Jing Yan grabbed her shoulders, looked into her eyes, and said slowly, "This is tomato juice!"
The waiter's eyes were blurry, and he kept repeating foolishly, "This is tomato juice... This is tomato juice..."
"You have to wash it yourself and not let anyone find out!" Jing Yan continued, staring into her eyes.
"I will wash it myself and no one will find out..." the waiter kept repeating.
"Let's go!" Jing Yan let go of the waiter, took Luo Youyou's hand, and naturally pulled her out of the restaurant without feeling anything wrong.
After leaving the restaurant, Jing Yan didn't say where they were going. Instead, he took Luo Youyou for a walk on the street, almost around half of Pingqu City. It was two o'clock in the middle of the night and the streets were empty, so they stopped in front of the JiMu Building.
In the past, Luo Youyou would cry and complain about foot pain after walking down a street. But today, she walked countless roads, but she didn't feel tired at all, and she was full of energy.
"Are you ready?" Jing Yan asked Luo Youyou with a smile.
"What?"
As Luo Youyou asked, she felt a cold touch on her waist. Jing Yan unexpectedly put his arms around her waist, stepped on her feet, and jumped to a height of more than ten floors. Then, with the help of the building's air-conditioning unit, he reached the roof of the building several times.
The JiMu Building is the tallest building in Pingqu City, with a total of 69 floors. Standing on the roof, Luo Youyou understood for the first time what it means to be cold at high places. The biting wind made her hair fly wildly and domineeringly, but she did not feel cold facing the wind.
Jing Yan stood on the edge of the roof, let go of Luo Youyou's waist, and a strange smile appeared in his bottomless eyes, which made Luo Youyou feel cold all over.
"Actually... you are the dinner I chose..." Jing Yan whispered slowly in Luo Youyou's ear, as if the voice came from very far away.
Before Luo Youyou could even begin to feel nervous about the ambiguous distance, she was pushed off the building by two large hands...
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