Had a great meal for two in the evening.
And I got tired of it for most of the night.
Saburo hugged the drowsy Yange, stroking her hair with his fingers.
He lowered his head, buried his face in her hair, and whispered, "Xiao Ge, my deadline is before sunrise tomorrow."
Yan Ge was drowsy, and when he heard this, he groaned, "Well, why are you so fast."
The next moment he realized, Ji Ling sat up and stared at Saburo, shouting, "What? Before sunrise tomorrow?"
She glanced at the sky that was about to dawn: "So soon?"
Saburo nodded: "Don't worry, I..."
Yan Ge wasn't worried, it was just a pain in his heart.
She couldn't explain this feeling, so she interrupted Saburo and asked in a hurry: "In such a short time, can you give me all your cultivation? Can't you delay it for a few days?"
Saburo took her hand with one hand, pressed her shoulders, and made her lie back in his arms, and the two of them lay back on her tree bed: "It's okay, I will give it to you before sunrise tomorrow."
After Yan Ge heard these words, not only did he not feel better, but even worse.
too uncomfortable.
In fact, she didn't care about his cultivation.
She just, just felt that this happened too suddenly.
She grabbed his waist: "I, I'm still making clothes for you, it's your favorite white color, you, can't you wait for a few days? It's okay to wait a day, I'll make it in one day, this time I'm not going to sew the sleeves up, it's going to fit you just fine."
Her voice was pathetic.
Maybe she didn't even notice the haste and begging in her voice.
Saburo's waist was almost twisted off by her.
It really hurts.
He thought, maybe at this moment, the pain in her heart is similar to what he feels now.
Although she lost her heart, although she was a little bit out of control because he watered her too much.
However, she still worried about him and cared about him.
This is enough.
He touched her hairy head and said softly, "Xiao Ge, parting from life and death is a very normal thing, don't take it to heart."
Yan Ge: "I don't have a heart, and I can't let it go even if I want to."
Feeling a little annoyed by what she said, she breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly said, "I just, I just think you left too suddenly, I was thinking about cooking delicious food for you a few times before you left, I, I still have a lot of things I want to do to you that I haven't done."
As she talked, she didn't know why, tears flowed out.
San Lang gently wiped the corners of her eyes with his fingers, "It's almost dawn, don't cry, I'll help you dress and comb your hair, okay?"
Yan Ge got up again, "I'll wear it for you too."
While helping him to dress, she asked: "Sanlang, will you be in pain, will you be uncomfortable? Will it be very painful? Do you need me to help you? I can kill you with one knife, so that you don't feel any pain arrive."
She touched his arms, his waist, his shoulders and his chest.
She felt that she should keep him, even if she couldn't keep his body, she should keep him in her memory.
This is her first husband, she should remember him well, even if there are countless husbands in the future, she will rank him first.
She spoke pitifully, the tears in her eyes could not be shed, San Lang pinched her cheeks, smiled lowly, and said, "It's not that serious."
He looked relaxed.
As if this is not a matter of life and death.
As if, this is normal.
Those who Yan Ge was influenced by him were embarrassed to shed tears.
(end of this chapter)