The feeling changes as he keeps touching.
Hua Hua shouted in his ear, "Scratch me if you're going to scratch me, don't touch randomly, or I'll chop off your hand! It's so strange, why do they only bite me and not you? What blood type are you? I'm type O, is that why mosquitoes like me?"
"I'm type B." Ling Yin also found it odd and laughed, "Maybe your blood tastes better, so mosquitoes are attracted to it."
"Though I'm irresistible to both young and old, I didn't plan on attracting mosquitoes. Humph, tomorrow I'm going to buy a few bottles of mosquito repellent and see if I don't poison them to death!"
Hua Hua grew more frustrated as he spoke, how unlucky!
"Is this really the room I slept in as a child?" Ling Yin surveyed the small room in the dark.
Ling Yin nodded, "You slept in this room as a child, do you remember?"
