She was sick, and her usual strong and powerful words sounded like stepping on cotton, but Osmund could still feel her angry emotions.
Even a seemingly bold person like Alicia has never said such a thing. After they decided to let her go, her attitude tended to be friendly, saying she was kind, but she had never fought for the rights of her companions and never dared to criticize them so harshly.
If there were no comparison, perhaps he wouldn’t have noticed the difference.
He thought strangely, how could humans be so complex? And his judgment seems to be constantly making mistakes.
After Wen Ying let out her emotions, she realized that her body was light and the other person seemed to have stood up silently.
She turned over and the person had already sat by the bed. From her perspective, she could only see his slightly lowered side face, and the clearly defined appearance of Westerners was outlined in the shadow. She couldn’t see his expression clearly.
Due to symptoms of a cold and fever, her throat and eyes became blocked, and the air was also blocked. She couldn’t help but take a sniff.
The slight sound made him look back, and his eyes seemed a bit wavering. After a while, he settled down, still cold. “Let’s make a deal. I know the taste of your blood will change according to your wishes. I want the sweetest and most delicious one, and if you can do it, I’ll ask Winston to give you a phone.” He paused and smiled, revealing his sharp teeth. “At least, you can give them some peace?”
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Wen Ying sat up and grabbed his arm, “Deal!”
Her hand passed through the thin fabric, soft and hot, making him unconsciously say something he regretted: ‘Winston didn’t place in poison.’
“……en?” She was stunned.
“Don’t forget to take your medicine.” He reminded the dumb girl and coldly added,” I don’t think blood full of viruses will let people feel it is delicious.”
The harmonious atmosphere of breakfast that day was shattered by the sneezing sound of Wen Ying. She took the medicine a bit late and her fever had subsided, but her cold symptoms were not completely cured. Her whole body seemed to float in the air, like a ghost, all the way to her chair.
Oswald helped her open the chair, and as she was about to sit down, she let out a loud sneeze.
“Yi……” Oswald looked at her curiously, “Ying, what’s wrong with you?”
Winston appeared in time, handed her a tissue and explained to him, including why human health was so poor that it was difficult to tolerate wind and rain. Oswald expressed his concern and followed Winston’s advice, showing great care, meticulously selecting the foods she could eat before placing them in front of her.
He even picked up a spoon and personally fed it to her mouth. Wen Ying firmly refused, “No, I can do it myself……Ahchoo!”
This sneeze was particularly loud, like a chorus, with a deep sneeze mixed with hers.
There was silence at the dining table, and then everyone’s eyes turned to Osmund.
“If I heard you right…….” Oswald hesitated in surprise, “My dear Osmund, did you just sneeze?”
“You heard wrong.”
Osmund calmly and naturally refuted the other party, and just as everyone was convinced by his expression, another sneeze unexpectedly arrived.
She was sick, and her usual strong and powerful words sounded like stepping on cotton, but Osmund could still feel her angry emotions.
Even a seemingly bold person like Alicia has never said such a thing. After they decided to let her go, her attitude tended to be friendly, saying she was kind, but she had never fought for the rights of her companions and never dared to criticize them so harshly.
If there were no comparison, perhaps he wouldn’t have noticed the difference.
He thought strangely, how could humans be so complex? And his judgment seems to be constantly making mistakes.
After Wen Ying let out her emotions, she realized that her body was light and the other person seemed to have stood up silently.
She turned over and the person had already sat by the bed. From her perspective, she could only see his slightly lowered side face, and the clearly defined appearance of Westerners was outlined in the shadow. She couldn’t see his expression clearly.
Due to symptoms of a cold and fever, her throat and eyes became blocked, and the air was also blocked. She couldn’t help but take a sniff.
The slight sound made him look back, and his eyes seemed a bit wavering. After a while, he settled down, still cold. “Let’s make a deal. I know the taste of your blood will change according to your wishes. I want the sweetest and most delicious one, and if you can do it, I’ll ask Winston to give you a phone.” He paused and smiled, revealing his sharp teeth. “At least, you can give them some peace?”
Original translation is from bobateatranslation dot com. If you’re reading this elsewhere, this chapter has been stolen. Please stop supporting theft.
Wen Ying sat up and grabbed his arm, “Deal!”
Her hand passed through the thin fabric, soft and hot, making him unconsciously say something he regretted: ‘Winston didn’t place in poison.’
“……en?” She was stunned.
“Don’t forget to take your medicine.” He reminded the dumb girl and coldly added,” I don’t think blood full of viruses will let people feel it is delicious.”
The harmonious atmosphere of breakfast that day was shattered by the sneezing sound of Wen Ying. She took the medicine a bit late and her fever had subsided, but her cold symptoms were not completely cured. Her whole body seemed to float in the air, like a ghost, all the way to her chair.
Oswald helped her open the chair, and as she was about to sit down, she let out a loud sneeze.
“Yi……” Oswald looked at her curiously, “Ying, what’s wrong with you?”
Winston appeared in time, handed her a tissue and explained to him, including why human health was so poor that it was difficult to tolerate wind and rain. Oswald expressed his concern and followed Winston’s advice, showing great care, meticulously selecting the foods she could eat before placing them in front of her.
He even picked up a spoon and personally fed it to her mouth. Wen Ying firmly refused, “No, I can do it myself……Ahchoo!”
This sneeze was particularly loud, like a chorus, with a deep sneeze mixed with hers.
There was silence at the dining table, and then everyone’s eyes turned to Osmund.
“If I heard you right…….” Oswald hesitated in surprise, “My dear Osmund, did you just sneeze?”
“You heard wrong.”
Osmund calmly and naturally refuted the other party, and just as everyone was convinced by his expression, another sneeze unexpectedly arrived.
