Chapter 62: Remember, Don’t Wash Your Hands

Honestly, it’s no wonder Fu Lang was so popular with women…

When he cared about someone, his attention to detail was unmatched. He noticed every little thing and made sure to take care of it.

This level of attentiveness was nearly impossible for any woman to resist!

Emmm…

But for Su Bao?

She felt nothing.

After all, she’d never really interacted with people before. Her instincts simply divided people into two categories:

1. People she disliked.

2. People she didn’t dislike.

If she really disliked someone, she’d send them a “little gift.”

As for the second category—people she didn’t dislike—they were basically the same as strangers to her.

Don’t talk to her about acquaintances or friendships. Su Bao only understood the concept of reciprocity: you give, she gives back. The idea of “friends” was foreign to her.

Back on the island, people often called each other “brother” or “friend.”

She’d secretly float above them, watching. One moment they’d call each other friends, and the next, they’d stab each other in the back.

Naturally, Su Bao developed a distaste for such words.

But Fu Lang, aside from paying her for protection, had also given her a rock and even offered to take her to have it cut open…

Su Bao hated owing people favors.

So, without hesitation, she used her thumbnail to cut her index finger, letting a drop of blood fall into Fu Lang’s palm.

Fu Lang gasped audibly.

Oh no, she’s bleeding!

That must hurt!

Why was this little girl so ruthless with herself?!

Su Bao, ever serious, pressed her small hand against Fu Lang’s palm, spreading the drop of blood until it seeped into the lines of his hand.

Fu Lang was utterly confused.

“Xiao Bao, what’s this for?”

Su Bao replied nonchalantly, “Heart blood. It can save your life in a critical moment.”

The blood from the fingertip is connected to the heart, known as heart blood.

Hearing this, Fu Lang was overwhelmed with emotion. He was so touched he could hardly contain himself. He even began to wonder…

Their Xiao Bao was so pure and adorable. Who would be lucky enough to marry her in the future? Would it be a human, a ghost, someone good, or someone evil? To prevent her from being deceived, maybe he should just take her home and take care of her himself!

Heart blood!

It could save a life!

Fu Lang’s emotions surged like a tidal wave. He even considered chopping off his hand, freezing it, and storing it in a museum!

He was so moved.

So overwhelmed.

And then Su Bao’s next words hit him like a bucket of cold water…

“Big Lang Lang, remember not to wash your hands or take a bath, okay? Don’t wash off the blood, or it won’t work.”

(⊙o⊙) Huh?

Fu Lang was instantly dumbfounded.

In this scorching heat, not taking a bath would make him stink!

And Xiao Bao, there’s something you might not know…

Your brother has an extra “part” compared to you!

Every time he goes to the bathroom, he has to hold it with his hand—and maybe give it a little shake!

And now you’re telling him not to wash his hands for the next few days?!

Oh my god!

Just thinking about it made Fu Lang feel like he could already smell something unpleasant!

But after much internal debate, he realized… What’s more important, his life or his dignity? His life was already hanging by a thread—what’s a little loss of dignity in comparison?

Fine. Ten days or half a month without washing his hands or bathing it is!

Tsk…

Fu Lang couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of shame.