I Want Blood, The Heart Blood

It was apparent that this was a girl with a story. Having read so many melodramatic novels, Yan Shu could easily imagine ten different tales of love, hatred, and turmoil.

The woman didn’t seem to have any ill intentions towards her, so Yan Shu became curious and asked, “Beautiful sister, what do you plan to do?”

The woman smiled gracefully in response to her words. “You sure have a sweet mouth and a bold spirit.”

No, no, no. Yan Shu was actually very timid. She was afraid of snakes, ghosts, and death. She feared all soft-bodied, legless creatures. However, after transmigrating into this book, she had experienced one near-death encounter after another, which made her slightly braver and more composed. Besides, what use was there to be afraid when faced with absolute strength?

Yan Shu smiled to please her. “Sister, you’re naturally beautiful. I’m just stating the facts.”