"Give me a glass of heated tomato juice." Luland reached out to Camille, and the family ring on the index finger of his right hand shone brightly in the darkness.
Camille poured a large bag of plasma into a cup and diluted it with water. The crimson liquid is like a winding red snake, slowly rendering a magnificent moon.
"Do I need to emphasize again that it's tomato juice?" The cold voice sounded again.
"We still have a lot of plasma bags." Camille replied respectfully.
"I'll take that as just a suggestion." Shadows covered half of his face, and his golden eyes darkened. He looked at Camille intently, and Camille realized that he was warning her, bowed silently, and withdrew.
Luland picked up the book "400 Years of Blood-Sucking" in his hand, smiled strangely, and said, "Human beings are really interesting."