"Besides, other people get tattoos on their arms or shoulders at most. Why do you want to get your tattoo on a place like your heart? Do you want to report to the King of Hell in advance?"
Ding Jihan blinked, he didn't understand her thoughts either.
"Wouldn't it be possible for others to see your name if it was tattooed on your arm?"
Of course, it has to be tattooed where no one else can see it.
Ding Jihan reached out and touched his chest, his expression unusually calm: "Do you think it's childish? But I'm afraid I'll forget you."
"When I suddenly appeared here, it confirmed my previous research on reincarnation, but because I appeared here halfway, anything could happen."
"In order to prevent my memory from getting confused one day and forgetting you, I wrote your name on my chest with my own hands and tattooed it myself to remind myself and keep it closer to my heart."
"I originally thought that if you really didn't show up, I would take it with me, just like I held you in my arms as I fell asleep in my last life, and we would go into the coffin together and turn into a pile of yellow earth together."
"So, Qiao Qiao, don't always remember my bad side and forget my good side, okay?"
He admitted that he was wrong, but he would never admit that he was with her because of that dream, not because he was really attracted to her, liked her, and loved her.
He is a particularly sober person. He often looks at everything in the world with a cold eye, analyzes everything and everyone around him, and often analyzes his own personality.
Therefore, he knew very clearly that he chose to be with her because he liked her and because he could not control his attraction to her, not for any other reason.
"You call that good?"
Su Qiao snorted coldly, twisted the towel again, and wiped the dried blood on his chest and around the wounds on his abdomen.
"You are already in your 60s and about to be buried. Your hair is all white. Why are you still acting out a drama of suicide for love? Are you stupid or childish?"
In fact, Su Qiao was not only upset because he lied to her. After all, she could feel whether he cared about her or not in every little detail in life.
Another thing that made her angry was that this guy actually committed suicide to bury her with her, and he drank the medicine in front of her before she died.
After experiencing so many dimensions, this was the first time she had seen such a scene, and her mood was inevitably affected.
Ding Jihan immediately understood that she had forgiven him, and couldn't help but hold her hand and smiled: "Okay, I'm childish, don't be angry."
"Lie down and I'll go make some porridge. From today on, don't even think about eating meat or spicy food."
Su Qiao pulled his hand away, pulled his clothes on and covered him with a quilt, then walked out with the basin in his hand.
Behind him, Ding Jihan wailed, "No way?"
He didn't eat much meat or spicy food before, but in the eleven years since he came to this world, whenever he thought of him, he would go to eat various mutton hotpots, beef hotpots, fish head hotpots, etc., and they were all spicy. He had gotten used to them.
Now he is asked not to eat spicy food and cannot eat meat, how can he bear it
"Revenge, absolutely revenge!"
Just as Ding Jihan was about to get up, Su Qiao appeared at the door and stared at him warningly.
There was no choice but to climb back into bed and lie there obediently.
He patted the bed and said, "Wife, come and lie down too. I'm not hungry. It will be dawn soon. I'll ask Lao San to go out and buy us some food."