Chapter 315 — You're Showing No Sincerity At All: "Hm?" Gao Xiaofu Blinked Slightly. "Writing Again?"
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"Huh?" Gao Xiaofu was startled in turn, then could not help but smile bitterly. What he had meant was that he would take the knife and help Zhong Yongliang cut his finger open — but Zhong Yongliang had clearly misunderstood him, thinking that Gao Xiaofu would cut his own finger and write the blood letter in his place...
"What's the matter?" Zhong Yongliang handed him the carving knife. "Is there a problem?"
"No... no..." Gao Xiaofu had no choice but to take the knife. Gritting his teeth, he slit his own index finger, and blood came surging out at once — though there was none of the "hemorrhage" that had befallen Zhong Yongliang the day before.
"Good, Xiaofu, don't move — I'll hold your finger and write the blood letter!" So saying, Zhong Yongliang gripped Gao Xiaofu's finger and began to write on the white paper before him...
Little did he know, this scene had not gone unseen.
Not far away, Shen Yushu held up her phone, zoomed the camera's focus to its farthest reach, and could see the spot where Zhong Yongliang and Gao Xiaofu were quite clearly.
"Sister Yaoyao, this Zhong Yongliang is a poor specimen — using Gao Xiaofu's finger to write you a blood letter. That's hardly sincere, is it?" Shen Yushu said with a grin.
"What does it matter to me whose finger he uses?" Gu Mengyao paid Shen Yushu no attention and went on reading her book.
"Ah, how boring..." Shen Yushu put her phone away with some regret. "I was hoping to see Zhong Yongliang's hand turn into a squirt gun again."
"..." Gu Mengyao was speechless. What was there to see in that? Are you afraid Zhong Yongliang isn't dying fast enough?
Gu Mengyao frowned, did not so much as glance at Zhong Yongliang, and ignored him.
Shen Yushu, however, stood up grinning and snatched the blood letter from Zhong Yongliang's hand. "Let me check it over for you first — see if there's any problem."
"Sure, sure!" Hearing that Shen Yushu was willing to help, Zhong Yongliang was overjoyed. If he had Shen Yushu, Gu Mengyao's best friend, to advise him, then winning Gu Mengyao over would be only a matter of days, wouldn't it?
"Mmm..." Shen Yushu opened the blood letter and began to read. In truth she had no intention of reading it — when would she have time for such a worthless blood letter, devoid of any literary merit? It was just that she had thought of a better game to play.
"How is it?" Zhong Yongliang looked at Shen Yushu expectantly, waiting for her guidance.
"Hey, why isn't there a signature? Like this, who's to know who wrote it?" Shen Yushu's eyes darted about, and at last she found her opening.
"A signature?" Zhong Yongliang was slightly taken aback. "This is my blood letter — do I still need to sign it?"
"Of course you do — like this you look completely insincere!" Shen Yushu said with a perfectly serious face. "Your love letter doesn't even have a signature on it. It's not proper at all. No wonder you've been chasing her so long without catching Sister Yaoyao..."
At this, Shen Yushu even curled her lip, looking thoroughly disdainful.
Zhong Yongliang grew anxious at once. "Really? Then I'll go back and add it! I'll add it right now!"
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