When Si Jin said she would be buried alive with him, she was definitely not joking.
Because he has been doing this kind of thing from the first plane of existence until now.
He will leave each world later than A Yuan. A Yuan will leave the day before, and after the funeral, he will commit suicide and leave the world.
When two people are together, all the care and affection should be mutual. No one stipulates that the so-called "submissive" can do nothing but be pampered. Only when the two are evenly matched can they go the distance.
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"I'll die with you," such a heroic and heart-wrenching love confession, somehow brought tears to Yu Linyuan's eyes.
The old man hadn't shed a tear in a long time. Even during the most difficult times in his business, he would just light a cigarette and wash his face. But now, he didn't know what to say.
If it has to be this way, then when we die, let's hold hands tighter, so that we can meet again in the next life and I can continue to spoil you.
It's not because I'm selfish, but because I'm really scared that no one else would take such good care of you as I would, and I'm afraid you'll suffer even the slightest grievance.
His precious wife, for some reason, I just feel so sorry for her.
Tears blurred his vision. Yu Linyuan took off his glasses and, with a sliver of reason, picked up Si Jin: "The ground is cold. Don't get sick."
If he gets sick, his heart will clench, and the pain will be even worse.
Yu Linyuan put Si Jin back on the bed. Looking into the boy's smiling eyes, his emotions gradually spread, almost breaking.
He asked, "Are you full?"
As she spoke, she slowly grasped Si Jin's two hands, depriving him of all room to struggle.
She lowered her head, pressed her lips to the boy's, and murmured indistinctly, "I'm hungry, baby."
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This was the first time the older man had taken the initiative to make a request.
In the afternoon, Si Jin finally caught her breath. Her wrists were red from being gripped so tightly, and there were several shallow marks on her collarbone.
It wasn't heavy, and it would disappear in a couple of days at most, but Yu Linyuan was still very happy to be able to mark Jinjin with his own mark.
The boy leaned against the headboard, wearing only his shirt, which could almost be considered a dress. The white shirt fluttered in the breeze, and the hem swayed slightly with it.
Yu Linyuan suddenly thought that making him a white robe would be nice, an ancient style, embroidered with gold patterns, with a white jade belt around his waist. Sitting in front of the guqin playing music, he would surely be a refined and aloof gentleman.
If I were to step forward at this moment and untie the young master's belt...
"Are you trying to lock me up again?"
Si Jin's words brought Yu Linyuan back to his senses: "No."
The older man vehemently denied it: "I just studied fashion design before and wanted to make a garment for you myself."
"Oh." Si Jin propped her head up with one hand, lazily closing her eyes. "It doesn't sound like any proper clothes."
“So proper, all gold and jade, very proper.” Yu Linyuan covered him with the blanket: “Go to sleep early, and when you wake up you’ll get a strawberry gummy candy as a reward, sweeter than a lollipop.”
They're really spoiling them like children!
Xiao Yao, holding her little camera, captured this heartwarming scene: [So envious!]
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Si Jin was weak and fell asleep again after dinner. The next day, she indeed received a challenge letter from A Biao.
His tone was full of contempt—"Boss Yu, if you're not afraid of having a heart attack during the race, you must come over. Otherwise, your Hongyan Pavilion will become the biggest laughing stock in the assassin world."
On the racetrack, a car race can lead to a heart attack!
Si Jin stared at those words, the smile in her eyes growing deeper and colder... It really was a novel way to play.
"Little one." He called Little One: "Have you arranged everything I asked you to prepare?"
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