"Okay." Enna Clark knew there was no other way, she immediately stood up, rolled up her sleeves and prepared to go, "Take mine."
As soon as she finished speaking, her wrist was already grabbed, pulling her back. A deep male voice domineeringly echoed in front of her, "Take mine."
Enna Clark was about to say he already looked terrible, let her do it instead.
Before she could speak, Baron Lawrence had already moved in front of her, suddenly turned his head, his scintillating eagle eyes blocking her words, "Enna Clark, you're already so skinny. Stop trying to be strong!"
"I..." She was at a normal weight!
Baron Lawrence didn't give her a chance to speak, directly interrupting her, his voice annoyed, "What do you mean 'I!' Do you have a lot of blood to spare? Should I get a knife and let you drain some beside you?!"
After speaking, he forcefully said, "Alright, it's settled then. No more nonsense! Take mine!"
