Song Ting grinned, "Well, then I'll draw a bit more."
Meng Chuyue, "..."
Are you really that easy-going?
But she didn't refuse because she knew that Song Ting was aware of his own limits and wouldn't do anything to harm his body.
A young male servant had already brought over a clean medium-sized syringe and was waiting on the side. At Song Ting's signal, Song Enzhi personally went over to him and drew a full syringe of blood from his arm.
The blood was exceptionally dark, and Song Enzhi watched with tears welling in her eyes.
However, she didn't cry out loud. She placed the syringe filled with blood on the tray and gently asked Song Ting, "And what about Cousin Ennian? Why hasn't he come out yet?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than a pleasant yet impatient young male voice echoed from the doorway Song Ting had come through, "I'm here, I'm here."
