Within a few seconds, Su Qiao firmly withdrew her hand, completely ignoring the disappointment in his eyes.
"Don't think about sucking more. It's only three drops a day. Otherwise, I'll be drained dry, and you'll never have anything to suck again. You have to understand the wisdom of a slow and steady stream and keep your eyes on the long term, understand?"
"Qiao... Qiao..." The man seemed to know that saying this would make her soften. Grabbing her hand, he began calling softly again.
Unfortunately, faced with excessive blood loss, Su Qiao's heart was as hard as iron.
"Han, you should just be called Han from now on!"
The man blinked but gave no response.
Host, could it be because he's a zombie and has just woken up, so his tongue is stiff and he can't speak?
"Even so, he should be able to say one word, right?"
Didn't he just say the word "fragrant," as well as Qiao?
Su Qiao pointed at him. "You. Han, Han, Han. Try saying it."
The man tilted his head and thought for a moment, his face filled with childlike innocence. He even pointed at Su Qiao. "Qiao."
Su Qiao nodded. "That's right. Me, Qiao."
Then she pointed at him again. "You, Han, Han."
The man frowned slightly, then pointed at his own nose. "Han."
Seeing that he finally understood, Su Qiao brightened and encouragingly rubbed his head. "That's right. So clever."
"I need to treat my wound."
Su Qiao climbed onto the mat and sat down. She then took a basic medical kit from her backpack, rolled up her torn sleeve, and prepared to disinfect and apply medicine to the wound before bandaging it.
But after wiping away the blood, she discovered...
Whether it was because of the Reinforcement Agent's continued effects or