Looking at the blind date in front of her, Yixiu fell into deep thought: she was wearing blood-stained pajamas, floating in the air one foot above the ground, her face was covered by long black hair, and one eye was scarlet and ferocious... The air was suddenly filled with the smell of fear, the cold wind biting his bones, like falling into an ice cellar... Involuntarily, his legs trembled, his bladder contracted rapidly, and cold sweat rolled on his forehead. Under the gaze of that ruthless blood eye, Yi Xiu silently organized her words, showed a smile uglier than crying, and stammered hoarsely: Beauty, I...I want...to have a date with you...but...is it okay?