Song Zhuyu couldn't help but scoff when he heard that absurd question.
Scary? Ha, as if. Look at him trembling and shivering like a small kitty drenched under the rain. Song Zhuyu must either be brain-dead or mentally retarded to find him even the slightest bit intimidating.
Pinching Rui Ye's chin, he used another tissue paper to wipe the man's face clean. "Do you want to know what's on my mind right now?" he inquired, and when Rui Ye gave a timid nod, he continued, laughter lacing his tone. "I'm thinking how convenient it would be if you got sick again. I don't need to go through all the trouble to nurse you back to health. Just give you a little blood and voilà, you will be as good as new in no time at all. I'm big, so losing a little blood will be no problem."
Rui Ye's lips parted without a word, surprise evident in his face. He clearly hadn't seen this answer coming at all.