"impossible!"
Qin Zhao slammed his hand on the table and stood up, looking at Han Junche and saying, "Do you think we're dead? If you want to hand you over, you'll have to step over our dead bodies first! Don't say I don't agree, Mr. Mei and the others won't agree either!"
"But the vast majority of people on Earth would agree."
Han Junche's voice was calm: "And I will agree. Not because of sacrificing my own interests for the greater good, but for the people I love and care about. Just as you disagree with handing me over in exchange for your own safety, I cannot let you risk your lives for me."
"Therefore, I hope you stay in the Empire."
Han Junche's eyes were solemn and earnest: "If that day really comes, I hope you can continue to walk with Chi Xia. Lin Yi and the others, including Jerry, will have their own lives. Only you, and only you can accompany her and take care of her."
"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Qin Zhao was furious: "Is this some kind of deathbed entrustment? Lin Yi and the others have their own lives, so why can't I? I've liked at least twenty or thirty women, if not a hundred, and Chi Xia is just one of them! I can't even guarantee that I'll only like one person in my life, so what right do you have to arrange things for me?!"
“Let me tell you, you're responsible for your own wife, don’t drag me into this! I might like her today, but I might not like her tomorrow, you…”
Han Junche interrupted him calmly: "You may have liked many women, liked their innocence, liked their charm, liked their big breasts, liked their perky butts, but that's not what you call liking. Tell me, what do you like about Chi Xia?"
Qin Zhao suddenly fell silent.
What does he like about Chi Xia?
He didn't know.
Is Chi Xia's chest big? She's never shown it off, and he hasn't really paid attention to it. Is Chi Xia's butt perky? He's never even dared to stare at her butt, because in his mind, that would be considered blasphemy and obscene.
When he saw her, he only looked at her face, her expression, and her eyes, wanting to know what she was thinking, her joys and sorrows. As for anything else, he really didn't consider it.
So, what exactly does he like about Chi Xia? He likes her so much that even though he knows it's impossible, even though she's already married and has someone else, he doesn't even dare to let her know that he likes her.
Because it would cause her distress, and he couldn't bear to do that.
Han Junche looked at Qin Zhao: "Can't you say it? Because I can say it too. There are women who are prettier than her, women who have better figures than her, women who are more innocent, women who are more charming, women who are more understanding, women who are more adorable, there are plenty of women, but I am attracted to her. We are essentially the same kind of people, so I understand you."
At this point, Han Junche coughed lightly: "Actually, I also have my own selfish motives. Because you are infected, even if you stay with her, it can only be a platonic relationship..."
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhao's face darkened.
He looked at Han Junche and said, "Don't be too smug. In a few years, Academician Lu and his team might be able to develop a drug that can't keep up with Plato."
Han Junche snorted: "That would be at least many years later. Maybe I'll escape back on my own."
Qin Zhao said irritably, "You might end up like the aliens in Academician Lu's lab, dismembered beyond repair!"
"That doesn't matter," Han Junche said. "At least it wasn't while my body was still warm. Three years of mourning is enough."
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