"Then you shouldn't joke about your body!" Jiang Nanyan glanced at him.
The blood-soaked scenes of dressing his wounds before were still deeply imprinted in Jiang Nanyan's mind. She never wanted to see such horrific scenes again in her life.
It really tests one’s heart!
If the heart was not strong, I would have fainted countless times. How could I still sit here and be teased and played by him?
Huangfulian raised her right hand and made a gesture of swearing to God, "Okay! I swear, I will never make fun of my body next time, otherwise I will be punished by God" [
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Nanyan interrupted him hastily, "Look, look! In the first sentence, he said not to make fun of his body, but in the next sentence, he swore on his life!"
Originally, Jiang Nanyan did not believe in ghosts, gods and oaths.
However, the fact that she could travel through time with a book made her feel a certain fear about such things.
Because Jiang Nanyan felt that everything happened as if it had its own destiny, so she had to become a little superstitious.
She didn't like Huangfulian swearing casually.
"Yes!" Huangfulian immediately put away her hands with a very solemn and serious expression, "I will never joke about my body or life in the future! If I make fun again, you will punish me to stay with you in bed for three days.
It's not early! Yan'er, what do you think of this punishment?"