"Let's go out," commanded Mr. Feng as he led the way.
Su Fu and Wang Cuixin along with Zhishui also left.
The room fell silent. Feng Yueming's eyes were closed when Hua Nongying pushed a slender needle into the back of his neck.
"Commander Feng, have you really drunk Zhishui's blood? We in medical research don't quite believe in miraculous blood, but some people who have been consuming herbal medicine from childhood or are of extraordinary birth might have blood different from ordinary people. If Zhishui's really is, I would be quite interested in studying it."
Feng Yueming didn't open his eyes. Instead, he said, "Twelve years ago, I was suddenly struck by poison while on a road and fainted. Blurredly, I felt like I bit someone. When I opened my eyes, I found myself at the Su Family's home, with Zhishui beside me and a sweet, blood-like taste in my mouth. I was sure I had sucked blood, and Zhishui showed me the bite mark on her neck. I had bitten her."
