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It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided. "Hua Yongxi, it's your turn." The housekeeper yelled in a smoky voice, and the eighth sister covered her fingers and handed me the small sharp knife. Looking at the sea bowl decorated with a little red in front of me, I felt upright and awe-inspiring. I raised the knife and dropped it. Big drops of blood dripped from the wound on my fingertip into the sea bowl. That's right, I'm bleeding blood. Who told me that I have willow eyebrows, almond eyes, and cherry mouth, but I don't look like a handsome dad with broom eyebrows, toad eyes, and sausage mouth? Maybe she really had a guilty conscience, and my mother told me how to deal with it before she died. I deliberately bribed the old slave and put alum in the sea bowl in front of me. This time, even if Wangcai, the big yellow dog who looked after the house, dropped blood into it, he could still detect that it was the handsome man's seed.