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Chapter 111 Illness
The door of the bedroom opened slowly, revealing the figure of a lonely person curled up on the bed.

Wen Shiyu's body was covered with a thin layer of frost, leaning against the corner, his body trembling non-stop.

Bai Zheng's face changed, and he immediately stepped forward: "Is he sick?" He frowned and looked at Wu Sen: "Where is the match?"

Wu Sen lowered his head slightly: "We're ready, but... the young master won't drink their blood."

"why?"

Wu Sen pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Hurry up and bring the blood of the adaptor, how can he not drink it, it will kill someone!"

Wu Sen was silent for a few seconds, then turned and left.

After a while, a bowl of brightly colored blood came over in his hand, and Bai Zheng took it from him, walked over, and met the man's dark and deep eyes that lost light: "Time domain."

Wen Shiyu's eyes slowly fell on his face, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Go out."

"You don't want to die!"

Bai Zheng became anxious, and turned to ask Wu Sen: "What happened? Ever since he wanted to strangle An Ran, I thought he was abnormal. Now he doesn't even drink blood. What happened to him?"

Wu Sen lowered his eyes and remained silent.

When Wen Shiyu refused to drink, Bai Zheng wanted to force it, but in the end he even smashed the bowl clean.

"Get out!" The man stared at them, his eyes dark and cold.

Bai Zheng had no choice but to go out, and Wu Sen stayed in the room with his head bowed to tidy up, his eyes were a little red.

Wen Shiyu's previous voice rang in his ears.

"...Wu Sen, get rid of all the suitors you prepared for me. Song Yixi is a very possessive woman, and she will cry with me when she sees it..."

Why didn't the young master drink the blood of other adapters?

He was afraid that Miss Song would cry!
He never thought that the arrogant young master would care so much about someone, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Master, I'll bring Miss Song here!"

If this continues, the young master will really die.

It has been so many days, and the young master has never drank a sip of blood, even if this has never happened before.

These three words moved Wen Shiyu's stagnant eyes, but he immediately said, "Don't go!"

That woman she doesn't want to.

She didn't want him to drink her blood.

I don't want him to touch her...

Wen Shiyu buried his face in his arms, grabbed onto his trembling self, and murmured, "Don't go."

Wu Sen looked at the young master with this appearance, and his heart tightened.

That night, Bai Zheng walked back and forth anxiously in the living room, he said: "I'll call Madam."

Except Mrs. Wen, I'm afraid no one can do anything about him now.

Wu Sen hurriedly said, "Don't..."

The young master dislikes his wife meddling in his affairs.

He clenched his fists and said with determination: "I'll find someone."

Turned around and walked out.

……

He came to the place where Song Yixi lived and knocked on the door: "Miss Song."

"Wu Sen?" The door opened, revealing Song Yixi's fair and clear face, and she asked doubtfully, "What's the matter with you so late?"

It was the first time Wu Sen disobeyed Wen Shiyu's order, and after a pause, he said in a low voice, "Master, something is wrong."

Song Yixi was surprised: "What happened to him?"

"For so many days, the young master has not drunk anyone's blood, Miss Song, please come with me."

Whose blood will not drink?
why?
She asked in a daze, "Isn't there Tang Nuaner?"

"Tang Nuaner?" Wu Sen was taken aback, "So what if she's here?"

The young master doesn't know how to drink her blood.

(End of this chapter)