You Let Them Draw Your Blood for Ten Years on Your Knees, and You Think I'm a Dog?

I’m the Song family’s adopted son, and the personal blood bank for their eldest daughter, Song Xiaoran.

Because Song Xiaoran was frail and sickly from birth and had the extremely rare Rh-negative blood type, the Song couple found me, as I had the same blood type, and bound me to her with a contract.

In return, they would pay for treatment for my sister, who was paralyzed and bedridden, until she recovered.

The contract began the day they adopted me, when I was ten, and would end on Song Xiaoran’s twentieth birthday.

But Song Xiaoran despised me. She thought I coveted the Song family’s wealth and stayed by her side because I wanted her.

For ten years, she humiliated and tormented me, calling me a worthless dog she had raised.

I looked at her calmly, though deep down I despised her.

Just one more month. On Song Xiaoran’s twentieth birthday, I would finally be free.