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His left hand has been injured, and he is now drawing his right hand.

Just like the skin is not my own, I don't hesitate to hit my wrist.

Soon, blood dripped into the bowl.

He clenched his fists and the blood flowed faster.

The blood rippled in the bowl, and every molecule, indeed, he loved the trace of Tang Yaoyao too much.

Tang Yaoyao watched Huo Linfeng's actions, stunned, and was stunned for a few seconds, and his feet couldn't walk as if rooting.

No wonder his face was so pale and bloodless.

No wonder there is such a big wound on the wrist.

What is he doing.

Why sacrifice so much.

Tang Yaoyao feels complicated at the moment, and feels that he owes Huo Linfeng a favor, and this favor is too great for her to pay off.

That feeling is too complicated, I don't want to hurt him, but I always hurt him inadvertently.

Tang Yaoyao held the doorknob with his hand, the knots were white, and he wanted to pull it off.

"Miss Tang..." The nurse saw Tang Yaoyao standing at the door, startled and panicked.

They immediately shifted their eyes outside the door.

Seeing Huo Linfeng at the time of Tang Yaoyao, his hands were still bleeding, blood was flowing into the bowl, and the hideous wound was easily exposed in front of Tang Yaoyao.

Tang Yaoyao opened her beautiful eyes, her eyes were red, staring at his wound.

Huo Linfeng was not in a hurry. Seeing that the blood was full, he took the gauze from the nurse and pressed the bleeding wound.

"Miss Tang, why are you here, you are not..." The nurse was surprised.

Tang Yaoyao pushed the door open and walked in step by step, only feeling that his legs were too heavy.

Her gaze looked at Huo Linfeng: "If I didn't bring my wallet, you would never tell me, what did you do for me?"

Huo Linfeng put his hand back: "Grape, it's not as complicated as you think."

"You are bleeding, isn't it complicated?" Tang Yaoyao walked over, wanting to check his wound, and picked up his wrist.

Huo Linfeng refused, grabbing her fingertips with the other hand.

"Why is it that after school, is it possible that my father is nourished by your blood?"

She said casually, but made everyone present speechless.

She looked at Professor Lin and the nurse. They didn't speak, and their expressions were confessing.

So there is no Professor Lin who relies on superb medical skills to save, but Huo Linfeng's blood to feed his unconscious father.

For a moment, Tang Yaoyao couldn't accept it, but looked at Huo Linfeng's warm and pale face, staring at her with deep black pupils, but there was no waves.

It seems that this is not blood.

Tang Yaoyao suddenly felt a pain in her heart, an inexplicable pain.

He saved her again.

Saved her.

How should this kindness be paid back?

"Why don't you tell me and make your own decision."

"Little things." Huo Linfeng said irrelevant.

Tang Yaoyao asked, "If you can't find a clue, do you have to bleed my dad every day?"

Huo Linfeng did not speak, indicating that he had acquiesced.

"If you can't find one day, how about one day or one month? How about a year? How much blood do you have that will be drained someday, and you say that small things, your body is not a big deal?" Tang Yaoyao than Huo Linfeng Even more nervous, heart-wrenched together, he can say such things so easily.

And his life is irrelevant.

"Grape, listen to me..."

Tang Yaoyao stepped back subconsciously, couldn't accept it, and pushed his hand away.

Fearing that his hand would hurt, he gently stroked it until Huo Linfeng put his hand on his side and breathed a sigh of composure.

"You are all hiding from me, but I actually noticed it."