Fu Long didn't know what Long Ziyue wanted to see.
However, as a man, there was no harm in letting a young lady look at his arm, which was just a minor matter.
Fu Long didn't think too much about it and immediately rolled up his sleeve.
Long Ziyue's gaze fell on his arm.
The expected wound wasn't there, which somewhat surprised her, "Danqing said that I... I absorbed a lot of your blood, where is the wound?"
"There is no wound."
Fu Long smiled and said warmly, "It wasn't bloodsucking, it was a blood transfusion. Ali used a fine needle to draw the blood out and then inject it into your body."
"You see, it's just this small needle mark, nothing more than a mosquito bite, no big deal."
Long Ziyue finally saw the small so-called needle marks on his arm.
Such tiny marks could actually extract several jars of blood each time...
If it had been anyone else doing this, she wouldn't have believed it.