The Fake Daughter Can Be Either Salty Or Sweet

Chapter 17 Drink my blood

Just this sentence, just a few words, was enough to pierce his heart like a double-edged sword.

 During class, Yang Zizi overheard his classmates discussing the prosperous times.

“Guess who I just saw when I went to the professor’s building.”

Looking at the girl’s excited look, the other party could probably guess something: “Could it be Professor Lun!”

 “That’s right, it’s Professor Lun!”

The girl excitedly pulled her classmates to go to the professor's office building, but was stopped. It turned out that they had just been kicked out, and no one dared to go.

Yang Zizi disagreed and strode towards the professor's office building ignoring the gazes of his classmates.

Yang Zizi is still very familiar with Lun Shengshi’s office.

She pushed the door open and saw that the other person was staring at the computer, pressing his temple with one hand, as if he had encountered some problem.

Lun Shengshi just raised his eyelids slightly and gave him a perfunctory look.

 When he sees the prosperous Yang Zizi, he always has a big smile on his face. In his opinion, the air around him is sweet.

“Don’t you like eggs?” Yang Zizi pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. He held his chin with his hands and looked at him lovingly. The smile on his face never disappeared for a moment.

 The prosperous age of Lun seems to grow on Yang Zizi’s smile.

 Lun Shengshi ignored her for a long time.

“Then what do you like to eat? I’ll learn to cook it for you next time!” Yang Zizi looked at him closely.

"What if I say I like drinking blood?" Lun Shengshi raised his eyebrows and said to him half seriously.

Shock flashed across Yang Zizi's face, and then he rolled up his sleeves with a serious look, put his arm in front of Lun Shengshi, and said generously: "Drink my blood, it's very fresh."

Perhaps this is the way to love someone, knowing that he is joking, but he still likes to give sincerely and without hesitation.

Lun Shengshi looked at Yang Zizi’s white and tender arms. The blood in them must be pure and fresh, and a desire suddenly emerged in his heart.

Damn it, how could he have a desire for human blood? He has not drunk a drop of human blood for hundreds of years because he firmly believes that he is the same as ordinary humans, but his physique is different.

 Lun Shengshi tried his best to restrain his urge to pounce.

He turned around in an instant, and disappeared before his eyes in less than a blink of an eye. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to him, staring out the window.

Yang Zizi walked over, his feet slipped, and something hit his feet. Yang Zizi pounced forward, and it happened that Lun Shengshi turned around at this moment.

Yang Zizi thought that Lun Shengshi would catch him, so he let himself fall to the ground with confidence and boldness, and finally had a perfect look at each other.

 Unfortunately, the pain of his bones hitting the floor was quickly felt.

Not only did Lun Shengshi not catch her, he deliberately took a step back to prevent her from hitting him.

Yang Zizi lay on the ground, looking up at Lun Shengshi in disbelief, with words written all over his face: Why didn't you catch me?

 Lun Shengshi looked indifferent.

"Isn't it your responsibility to protect me? Why didn't you catch me when I fell?" Yang Zizi asked him angrily, is this what he should do as a subject?

"Anything that does not involve life is not within the scope of protection." Lun Shengshi looked at him condescendingly and said coldly.

 “Then it’s possible that his life may be in danger if he falls?” Who instilled this devilish logic into him.

 “Not so much!”

Yang Zizi was speechless.

 (End of this chapter)