"I don't."
Ming Beiya pursed his thin lips, unwilling to admit that what he had just done was because of jealousy, let alone bullying the younger one.
"I don't believe you for a second."
Mo Shisheng rolled her eyes at Ming Beiya, walked around to the little dumpling, slowly squatted down, and gently touched the little dumpling's face. "From now on, you'll stay with your father. Remember your mother's words, okay?"
"The little dumpling has remembered it."
He nodded obediently, his bright black eyes looking at Mo Shisheng, "Where is Aunt Shisheng going?"
"I……"
"Of course, you'll come with me."
Ming Beiya suddenly interrupted, picking up the little dumpling and holding her in one arm, "If you miss her, you can come to the Demon Realm to find her."
"..."
Just as Mo Shisheng was about to speak after being interrupted and seeing the little dumpling being lifted up again, she heard what Ming Beiya said.
A look of disbelief flashed across her eyes as she looked at Ming Beiya and saw that the man was looking down at the little bundle in his arms.
This scene seemed especially heartwarming to Mo Shisheng. In fact, Ming Beiya wasn't that cold-blooded; he still cared about Xiao Tuanzi's feelings.
The little boy is already pitiful enough to have lost his mother at birth, and he has a strong dependence on Mo Shisheng. If Ming Beiya were to refuse the little boy and prevent him from seeing Mo Shisheng at this time, it would probably cause indelible damage to the little boy's heart.
Fortunately, Mingbeiya did not do that.
Mo Shisheng smiled slightly and spoke gently, "If you miss me, have your father bring you to me, okay?"
"Um!"
After receiving Mo Shisheng's reply, the little dumpling finally smiled happily. The smile on her delicate pink face was infectious, making Mo Shisheng's heart soften.
After Ming Beiya carried the little dumpling into the bedroom, he turned around, picked up Mo Shisheng by the waist, and strode away.
"Ming Beiya, put me down."
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Mo Shisheng gently hook one arm around the man's neck, and the two were very close.
Ming Beiya's warm breath sprayed onto Mo Shisheng's small face.
Upon hearing Mo Shisheng's request, Ming Beiya merely glanced at her without replying, and continued carrying her forward.
"You know, you're not mine anymore... pfft..."
Before she could finish speaking, she spat out a mouthful of black blood, staining her silver-white clothes.
Mo Shisheng's vision blurred for a moment, and she felt a sharp pain in her chest, with cold sweat pouring from her forehead.
Upon seeing Mo Shisheng cough up blood, Ming Beiya quickened his pace and carried her directly into the bedroom upon returning to the Demon Realm.
When Mo Shisheng was laid flat on the bed, her face was as pale as paper.
As the man held her slender wrist, about to make his next move, Mo Shisheng calmly looked up at him and said, "The poison has spread throughout your body. Anything you do now is a waste of time."
"Ah Sheng, why are you being so selfish?"
Mo Shisheng's words stopped Ming Beiya from his next move. His eyes were filled with intense pain and self-blame. "You transferred the poison to yourself without my consent, you..."
"I don't need your permission to do anything."
Mo Shisheng turned her head slightly, her tone lazy and seemingly indifferent, but Ming Beiya knew that she didn't have the strength to speak.
He knew better than anyone the pain of poisoning, but Mo Shisheng's pain was far worse than his.
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