She bit her lower lip secretly, thought about it carefully, and then said: "Young Marshal... Zhongqing doesn't understand what Young Marshal means. Zhongqing just wants to make Young Marshal happy."
"Happy?" Yi Jian murmured and repeated this sentence: "It makes me happy. It has achieved some of your goals, right?"
Zhong Qing's face was stunned.
"Zhongqing, let me ask you, one day, if you feel that I am of no use to you, will you still do this?"
"Will you still try your best to please me like you are now?"
When he said the last few words, his fingers held her wrist and trembled slightly.
These questions have been swirling in his mind for a long time, a long time... He has been suppressing himself from asking, but he still can't restrain himself.
After all, he lost control.
The man who had always been very calm, now had his chest rising and falling slightly.
He took a deep breath and looked at Zhong Qing, who was equally silent and stunned, with a strong sense of charm in his dark eyes.
"Zhongqing, tell me... do you really want to stay by my side, or are you thinking that one day, when I am no longer useful, you will leave, or are you stranding me?"
"I..." Zhong Qing didn't know what to say. She looked at him in disbelief. Why did he say that? Did he know something?
He knows, does she have a purpose in staying by his side?
She had always been cautious and used her fear of death to cover it up.
She swallowed her saliva slowly and carefully said: "Young Marshal... Why do you say that? How could Zhongqing have such an idea? If Zhongqing marries the Young Marshal, then he will be the Young Marshal for the rest of his life.
How can you leave if you are a human being?"
What she said was the truth.
In her mind, she married her husband and followed him, and she was his wife for the rest of her life.
"No!" Yi Jian interrupted her seriously, with a hint of hoarseness in her plain voice: "I mean your heart..."
Yi Jian paused, his fingers clasped her shoulders tightly, and he looked straight into her eyes, not giving her any chance to escape. His tone became a little distorted due to excessive suppression.
.
"Zhongqing, I mean, why did you change your mind and stay with me?"
[The young marshal finally asked, we will continue tomorrow! Thank you everyone for your support! I’m so tired!]