C223 Our Children Cant be of Otype Blood!

"Stay back!" Ye Yajing shouted, her injured arm only able to move at the shoulder. She held Xinyi tightly against her left arm, while her right hand clamped firmly around Xinyi's neck.

Xinyi's face quickly turned red, her screams reduced to choking gasps as if she might stop breathing at any moment.

Ye Yajing, oblivious to the danger she was putting Xinyi in