I’m Not Mistaken

Ling Hua looked at Liu Yuan with an inquisitive look. "Is that a poem?"

Liu Yuan came back to his senses. This was the love poem he had said when he was conquering Pihuan Luo...

He braced himself and helplessly organized his words. He raised his hand and said, "You haven't met Pihuan Luo yet, but you should know her character very well. She doesn't care about the secular world at all and is very stubborn. She will get what she wants by any means…"

"You're the one she wants." Ling Hua pointed at the hand that was holding onto Liu Yuan's clothes and said, "And this is her method? Are you trying to tie you up with this trace of blood that can't be considered blood?"

The 'offspring' created by the blood essence of the two using a secret technique was indeed not considered as true blood.

"Zhiying is a gift," said Zhiying as she stuck out half of her head.

Ling Hua was stunned.