Long Qianqian's smart and clear eyes stared at him. This was the second time he asked this question.
She did mean she cared about him, after all, he was hurt because of her.
But she didn't want to admit it, so she turned her head away and looked out the window. "What I care about is that if you die, Long Yingtian will have no one to die with you."
Speaking of Long Yingtian, Long Henyang immediately grimaced.
"Even if I'm alive, I won't let him die if he dies, so you don't have to worry about this."
He glanced at Long Qianqian from the corner of his eye. His delicate side face was much more beautiful than the front. Long Henyang said softly: "Qianqian, come here."
Long Qianqian turned her head reluctantly and stared at him questioningly.
He has mastered her temper. If he is tough, she will give in coldly. If she softens her attitude, she will let down all her defenses.
He looked at her pitifully and said, "My chest hurts so much."
Sure enough, Long Qianqian immediately went over nervously to check his chest.
There was light red blood oozing out of her chest wrapped in gauze. She complained: "Long Henyang, don't think that just because you saved me, I will forgive you for what you did to me."
The soft light swayed on her body, sketching a hazy and soft picture. She lay beside him to check his injuries. Her long black hair was scattered around his body, and under her eyebrows was the pair of dark eyes that made him attracted.
Lively eyes.
Her small nose, fair and soft skin, and rosy lips were tempting him to kiss her.
"Qianqian, have you seen enough? Do you want to continue reading?"
Long Qianqian's scalp was numb, and she suddenly raised her head to meet his malicious expression.
"You... hooligan, be careful to die of excessive indulgence."
This man is like this and still thinking about inappropriate things in his mind.
This was the first time he saw her coquettish look. She was cute but a little shy. He smiled: "I only treat you like a gangster. Come here and give me a kiss."
He could think of other ways to prove that he would not die, but Long Qianqian slapped him in the face and said angrily: "That's a beautiful idea."
Anyway, he is a paper tiger now, so she is not afraid.
After being slapped by her, Long Henyang really felt pain in his chest.
"Long Qianqian, you want to murder your husband."
Long Qianqian's face burned, and she realized that his words were inappropriate. What does murdering a husband mean? Is their relationship that serious?
She opened her mouth to say something, but just then there was a slight cough from the door.
Android laughed dryly and said: "Yang, Qianqian, this is not your home. You should restrain your behavior, especially you..."
A hint of amusement appeared on the monster's face. "Especially when you can only think about it but can't do it now, you have to restrain yourself."
Long Henyang's face turned white and then black instantly. Normally, he would have punched the man who was gloating about his misfortune before the morning, and it would be useless if he dared to laugh at him.
"Quack doctor, you are too impatient to live."
Android used his signature move and touched his beardless chin.
"I've been a little impatient lately, Qianqian, go and hold his hand down for me."
Long Qianqian was a little confused. Why was he pressing Long Henyang's hand?
Before she could react, she heard Long Henyang roar loudly: "Quack doctor, you dare to touch me, do you believe it if I tear apart your bones?"
Android smiled strangely: "When you are healed, you can tear it apart wherever you want."
Only then did Long Qianqian see that Android had a syringe in his hand.
She suddenly realized, oh, it turned out that Long Henyang was afraid of injections, no wonder he was so excited.