Chapter 1421: You want to like me, like a little longer 373

Chapter 1421, you want to like me, like a little longer 373
She lowered her head, sucked her nose, and whispered: "I have a good time now, I don't think you are bad, but if you don't want to take the antidote, how can you make me feel at ease?"
"Oh, that person... Who is it?" Qing night opened his eyes and looked at Chaucer desperately.
This is the most painful thing that Qing night feels. He can not only protect Chaucer, but also let Chaucer be wronged because of him.
He didn't even think about what it means to live like this...
He would rather die than one hundred...
Chaucer looked at the night, slightly opening his lips, his voice scorned: "The class leader... tell you?"
Qing night laughed quietly, smiled and smiled, tears flowed slowly from the corner of his eyes. He first shed tears in front of Chaucer, even if it was a toxic attack, even if he was so bad that he died, he I haven’t cried, but at this moment, he almost suppressed the crying.
Small 冉...I’m begging you... Don’t do it for me...I can’t do it... I’m going to die, I’d rather die. what……"
Chaucer’s tears fell silently. She slowly crouched down at the bedside and grabbed the hand of Qing’s night with great force. She said with a word and a word:
Don’t die, night, I’m going You swear, no one is practicing me, really not... that person... good to me... very good."
So good to let her self-deprecating.
But her words were made to make Qing’s night hurt and she couldn’t even say anything. He couldn’t tell,
The games that are up to the nobles... Can you afford it? Will you always be good to you? You were so Trust the troupe, he still wants to feed you poisonous wine when he turns around?"
Joe looked at the night and couldn't speak...
For a moment, she was also very confused, but it was only a moment, and soon she wanted to understand, not the same, and the side is not the same as other rich people...
Chaucer shook his head hard. She tried very hard to explain to the night. He was different. He was really different.
But Qing night looked at her and smiled desperately: "What about me... Xiao Yan, what should I do?"
Chaucer suddenly couldn't speak.
"You want me to look at you because I am going to be with other people, are you?"
Joe tightened his lips and couldn't say a word.
"Then, when I wait for you, give me an antidote from time to time, and steal it, right?"
Qing Yeping said quietly, and suddenly smiled softly, the voice was still so hoar, as if he was dying at any time: "Then I live for what..."
"I am trying to be a little bit, and I work hard every day to live, but if I can't live for myself, how can I live?"
Chaucer lowered his head and held the bottle of antidote in his hand. His voice was soft: "Then you can live for yourself, can you?"
Qing night stared at her for a long time, slowly closed her eyes, and said with a hoarse voice: "Good."
She personally fed him the antidote, and Qing night slammed it, but the whole process did not say anything.
Chaucer finally got up very hard and stood up from the bed. "I...go."
Qing closed his eyes at night, but it was still "good."
When Chaucer left, Qing night slowly spit out the antidote from the mouth, this time it was completely smashed.
(End of this chapter)