C321 Chapter 321

“Baozi?” Moh Yao’s head was a foggy mess, her vision blurred, and all she could make out was a patch of white.

Baozi didn’t have time to think about anything else. He nicked his fingertip, and blood welled up. “Yao, if Baozi presses my blood right here, it won’t hurt anymore.” His small hand touched Moh Yao’s chest. A cool sensation slipped into her body—then a ripping