503 What Are You Nervous About?

"What are you nervous about?" Jing Qian didn't understand.

Zhan Lichuan buried his face in the pillow, and when he spoke, his low and hoarse voice sounded muffled.

"You said you don't like me...you will leave me...I can't keep you..."

Jing Qian:  …

"Although I can understand, but... thinking of you leaving, my heart hurts, I feel sad, and I am afraid that the day you will leave will come very early."

Jing Qian:  …

Looking at the big one lying on the bed, Jing Qian was a little confused.

But more than that, I felt distressed.

Jing Qian stared blankly at the man lying on the bed for a while, and then said in a surrendered voice, "That... I don't seem to have said these words. It seems that you said these words yourself."

Zhan Lichuan recalled the content of the chat between the two...

Seems like he did.

But it was also because she said that she would not give him a baby, so he followed her words.

Thinking that his first love didn't even give birth to a baby, Zhan Lichuan felt chest tightness.

Jing Qian could clearly feel a gas colliding with her vitality.

"Why do I feel that there is a qi in your heart that is always in conflict? Is there something wrong with you? When you are having an attack now, a qi can easily block your qi all over your body."

Seeing that Zhan Lichuan didn't speak, Jing Qian asked, "Achuan, why don't you speak?"

"I dare not say."

The man's face was half covered in the pillow, and he spoke in a muffled, pitiful manner.

"why?"

"I'm afraid you'll be unhappy about it."

"No, you say." Jing Qian, who had already passed the stress response, suddenly became a man.

"I'm afraid you'll leave suddenly..."

Jing Qian:  …

"I don't ask you to give me a baby. It doesn't matter if I don't have a baby in my life. But...my life is yours. If you leave, can you take me with you?"

Jing Qian poured more and more of his vitality into Zhan Lichuan's body. Zhan Lichuan really felt the tension in his body was decreasing. Although he still had pain deep into his bone marrow, he was able to move a little bit. Not so panic.

But Jing Qian's side was already drunk, and with the rapid passage of vitality, his whole head became less agile.

After listening to Zhan Lichuan's pitiful question, Jing Qian agreed immediately.

"Um."

Zhan Lichuan: ? ? ?

"Qianqian, what are you talking about?"

"Didn't you say you're mine? If you're mine, I'll take you wherever I go in the future."

Zhan Lichuan was stunned for a moment, then burst into ecstasy. Ignoring the pain all over my body at the moment, I suddenly propped up my body and looked back.

This time, the wound that had been broken open finally completely opened a hole under Zhan Lichuan's death.

Jing Qian:  …

"Your wound is open."

Zhan Lichuan met his wife's terrifyingly gloomy face, and gave a "squeak" in his heart. Full of enthusiasm turned into obedience, slowly leaned down, lay down, and then slowly put the deformed claws to both sides.

After that, don't speak.

Seeing Zhan Lichuan like this, Jing Qian thought it was funny and good-natured, but still a little distressed.

So I went to the studio and took out a set of needles and thread from the safe.

"It hurts a bit."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can take me with you when you leave in the future, it doesn't matter."

Jing Qian pursed his lips, and after disinfecting the wound, he sutured the wound again.