"Su Zixi." He Jingyao was both angry and helpless, rubbing her wet cheeks, "I'm simply going to be angered to death by you. What era do you think this is that you're still planning to play the martyr?"
"Then you just don't die!" Su Zixi looked at him, her gaze firm, "Anyway… if you're gone, you won't be able to control me anymore."
He Jingyao's gaze grew heavy, "What about the baby, then? You won't care about them?"
"The baby…" Su Zixi hesitated for a moment, "By that time, they'll definitely be old enough, they can take care of themselves."
He Jingyao took a deep breath, suddenly cupped her face, and kissed her forcefully!
He never expected this foolish woman to make such a decision.
Yet deep in his heart, he was still uncontrollably shaken, wishing he could meld her into his own body!
Su Zixi's heart ached from his kisses.
Her tears continued to fall, yet her heart felt unusually content and secure.
