Ling Yiyi was silent for a while, withdrew her hand, and said warmly:
lingyiyiSorry, I don't like you anymore!
She walked to Fan Chengcheng's room without hesitation, completely ignoring Cai Xukun behind her.
Ling Yiyi walked into Fan Chengcheng's room, but the person who was supposed to be playing in it was not there. She looked around and shouted a few more times:
yongrenMiss Ling, Master Cheng is in the kitchen.
lingyiyiWhat is he doing in the kitchen?
When the servant heard Ling Yiyi's call, she kindly reminded him. Ling Yiyi dropped the sentence in surprise and went to the kitchen.
As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he saw Fan Chengcheng holding a fruit knife in his hand and swinging it in mid-air. Ling Yiyi was shocked.
Fan Chengcheng gouged out the bloody memory before her eyes. His blood spilled all over the floor and splattered on her body...
The fruit knife in his hand at this time was almost similar to the knife that Cai Xukun threw to him. His movements at this time were very similar to the one that stabbed into his abdomen without hesitation at the beginning...
Ling Yiyi felt her breathing start to rush, her whole body was chilling, and when she saw that the knife in Fan Chengcheng's hand was about to swing down, she hurried over:
He grabbed his knife in a panic, and threw the knife heavily on the ground like throwing away something terrifying.
Ling Yiyi felt Fan Chengcheng's body anxiously, her eyes were all red, and her voice was shaking:
lingyiyiThe wound... quick, stop the bleeding... quick, stop the bleeding...
Fan Chengcheng looked at Ling Yiyi's actions puzzled. His shirt had been ripped into a mess by her, but he still didn't stop it.
The servants next to him stared blankly, not daring to act rashly.
Cai Xukun and Cai's mother rushed to the kitchen when they heard the sound, and they were also very puzzled about Ling Yiyi's extreme reaction.
Fan Chengcheng's clear voice was full of worry:
fanchengchengWhat's wrong with you?
Ling Yiyi raised her head in a trance. Her face was already covered with tears. She lowered her head to check Fan Chengcheng's body again. The two wounds that should have been bleeding were intact.
Her anxious and frightened heart loosened slightly.
Fan Chengcheng looked at Ling Yiyi distressed. He reached out to hug her, but was pushed away.
lingyiyiWho gave you the knife?
Ling Yiyi scolded Fan Chengcheng sadly and indignantly:
lingyiyiDidn't I tell you not to take it? Why are you so disobedient?
lingyiyiWhy take a knife?
The last sentence, Ling Yiyi almost roared out.
Fan Chengcheng was stunned by the roar, he looked at her blankly, a little at a loss.
Although Aunt Li didn't understand why Ling Yiyi didn't let Fan Chengcheng take the knife, but because she felt sorry for Fan Chengcheng, she couldn't bear to watch him continue to be yelled at by Ling Yiyi. She took a step forward and explained to Ling Yiyi:
yongrenMiss Ling, Master Cheng sees that you are hungry and wants to make something for you.
Ling Yiyi gradually calmed down, and she suddenly remembered that she was reborn, Fan Chengcheng didn't gouge out himself with a knife, he was still alive...
Damn, she got confused again.
Looking at Fan Chengcheng, who was standing in front of her at a loss and waiting for her to fall, she felt a sense of guilt in her heart.
Ling Yiyi took Fan Chengcheng's hand and tried her best to hold back the tears that wanted to burst out of her eyes:
lingyiyiI didn't mean to scold you just now... I'm sorry.
She looked around with uneasy eyes, her staccato voice with a certain panic:
lingyiyiKnives, very dangerous, can't be touched casually...
