Lanze said suspiciously, "September."
Zong Fang opened his palm indifferently, his fingertips transformed into a blade. Just as Lanze thought he was going to attack him, Zong Fang took out a delicate porcelain bowl, then unfastened the Heart Protecting Scale on his chest. The originally scabbed scale was suddenly lifted, exposing raw flesh that was torn apart, the wound reopened for who knows how many times. He thrust his sharp fingertips into the wound without hesitation, and blood immediately flowed down his chest to his solid and powerful abdomen.
Lanze watched in shock as Zong Fang drew a bowl of Heart Blood and, expressionless, tilted his head back to consume it himself, then bent down to feed the sleeping girl.
When he looked up, there was an almost imperceptible tenderness on Zong Fang's face.
Ignoring his still-bleeding chest, he gently wiped Qiao Suisui's lips with his finger.
"I dirtied your dress, don't be angry, I'll get you a new one in a little bit."