She stared at the man's gloomy eyes and twitched the corners of her mouth, feeling overwhelmingly tired.

Jiang Lan lowered his hands and closed his eyes feebly, looking like he was at the mercy of others.

This look made Lu Jingchi angry and helpless. He really had the urge to strangle her to death for a moment.

Pets that have always been docile and well-behaved suddenly learn to resist, and even their owners will panic.

The veins on the back of his hand popped out, his knuckles turned white, and the hand holding her neck was trembling.

But in the end, he let go of Jiang Lan little by little.

As air poured into his lungs, Jiang Lan opened his eyes suddenly, lay on the ground and coughed.

Lu Jingchi knelt down in front of her, grabbed her shoulders, and whispered: "Jiang Lan, didn't I say that as long as you obey, we will be like before."

"Wouldn't it be better for you to be obedient?"

After Jiang Lan coughed, she turned to look at him with red eyes, and suddenly laughed, which was even uglier than her crying.

How should she be obedient?

Jiang Lan didn't know what he meant by obedience. He refused to communicate with everyone and guarded him wholeheartedly.

Just like before, when her heart and eyes were full of him, she was never in his eyes.

He ignored her, treated her as if she were a pair of shoes, and abandoned her like a pair of worn-out shoes.

It's ridiculous, he still wants her to be obedient.

Jiang Lan had to admit.

In twenty years, she has never understood him.

Lu Jingchi looked away, not looking at her expression. He just held her in his arms, as if he wanted to carve her into his bones and blood.

Jiang Lan was so strangled by him that he almost couldn't breathe, and his whole body was as soft as a rag doll in her arms.

The doctor hesitated at the door, not sure whether he should go in or not.

Jiang Lan looked at the doctor at the door and shook her head slightly.

She knew what the doctor was going to say, but she didn't want to.

Over the years, she has received a lot of strange looks, ranging from contempt to sympathy.

Jiang Lan didn't want him to say it. She didn't want him to get the love she wanted in the end with sympathy.

If so, she would rather have nothing.

Sympathy is the cheapest emotion.

The doctor seemed to understand the look in her eyes. He sighed and silently withdrew.

Lu Jingchi hugged her for a while before letting her go. He lowered his head and kissed the tears at the corners of Jiang Lan's eyes, and looked deeply into her eyes.

He said: "I will take you to the hospital."

Jiang Lan was slightly startled. She suddenly looked up at the man, and finally there was a trace of color on his ashen face.

She squeezed her fingers tightly, digging her nails into her palms, feeling clear waves of pain.

He always had a way of finding her weak point, and every time she was on the verge of death, he would pull her back from the edge of hell and give her a little bit of light.

Lu Jingchi looked at her with burning eyes and said, "Okay?"

Jiang Lan's eyes flickered, and she could not make any response. Only the tears in the corners of her eyes became more and more fierce.

Lu Jingchi wiped her tears, as gently as he could.

Jiang Lan burped, and the sudden sound broke the tense atmosphere. Lu Jingchi was suddenly amused by her.

He came closer to her, kissed her lips, and coaxed in a low voice: "Stop crying, eh?"

Jiang Lan wanted to turn her head away, but he supported her face and turned her back, continuing to kiss her. The more they kissed, the more ambiguous the atmosphere became.

She even heard the familiar sound of rapid breathing. Jiang Lan raised her hand to push him, but he grabbed her wrist again.

There were tears on her eyelashes, her eyes were red, and her hair was a bit messy. She was helpless to avoid it, as if she was refusing to welcome him.

This kind of look can drive men crazy.
Chapter completed!