"……Why?"

He suddenly felt an inexplicable panic, and quickly rubbed the wetness of his fingertips, as if he had done something wrong, feeling guilty for no reason.

She was confused: "What?"

He pressed his thumb under her eyelashes, this time it was a big tear.

Linghu Zhenzhen blinked hard and shook her head: "I don't know, maybe it's too cold?"

The hot wind lingered again, making her sweat so hot that she wanted to sweat, but it was not what she wanted.

Linghu Zhenzhen slowly let go and held his hand. The warmth he liked did not evacuate for a while. She gently slid from her forehead and stroked her cheeks.

"That's it, don't leave for a while."

She closed her eyes and pressed her cheeks tightly against his hands. The flower on her forehead must have been confused by his pressing her forehead, but it looked better than when it was neat.

Qin Xi hesitated and wiped the last tear for her, frowned almost helplessly.

He kept thinking about the night he was assassinated. The whistling flying blade penetrated his chest without mercy. The blood flowing, the huge pain of the sudden exit of the body of the divine object. The murderous intent he had accumulated over the past six months.

It was all made by her.

But he was not obedient from head to toe, from not being able to see her bleeding to not being able to see her cry, he was probably crazy.

After a long time, Qin Xi opened his mouth and sighed: "There are nine meridians in total, and there are many fun things you will like."
Chapter completed!