In the room, there was a long silence again.

Very quiet, a bit silly.

I don’t know how long it took, Feng Jiuqing to cough, breaking the silence of the room.

Chu Qingge came back to his senses and whispered: "Since you know, you should know that I am your junior."

younger generation.

That's because he and Xing'er are of the same generation.

Feng Jiuqing's big palm fell on his heart, and he couldn't help but cough lightly.

"I am just a junior. Just think of me as a child, unlike those women who want to take advantage of you."

She walked to the bedside, placed the medicine box on the bedside table, and took out the things inside.

"Sleep, I'm sure I won't be greedy for your beauty."

Although this man's beauty is really rare in a century.

Especially, this way, you can't tell at all that your age is like you're in your twenties.

But, my mother's man... she is her man for the time being. She won't joke, and she won't be crazy about it.

He is really just an elder.

Feng Jiuqing finally stood up. This time he walked over and even his steps began to become frivolous.

When I walked to the bed, I staggered and almost knelt down.

Chu Qingge helped him.

The long finger fell on his pulse.

Extremely weak pulse.

This guy has not fainted until now, so it is not easy.

After letting him lie down on the bed, she reached out to untie his clothes.

But when he grabbed her hand, his eyes absolutely refused.

"You really think I am a god? How can I get the needle if I don't take off my clothes?"

"Don't take it off." Feng Jiuqing gritted her teeth and endured the strong dizziness.

Although these words are hoarse and vague, they are firm.

Can't take it off!

Qingge is in a bit complicated. Is he guarding his mother?

Even in front of the younger generation, the same is true!

He is so sincere to his mother.

Was it really a misunderstanding back then?

"Okay, I won't take it off. Don't be excited, you're vomiting blood again."

She picked up the towel beside her and wiped the corner of her mouth.

Sure enough, another piece of blood was rubbed out.

It was the first time that my long finger fell on his heart and I didn't take off my clothes and just put the needle on it.

"If it hurts, just hum." While speaking, her long finger fell down.

Feng Jiuqing frowned slightly, but never hummed.

"I mean, you hum and I will know if the position is correct." Qingge almost rolled his eyes.

Isn't this time to show off now?

Feng Jiuqing finally understood what she meant. When she pressed her finger for the second time, he whispered: "It hurts here."

"What about here? And here?"

Qingge went over and over again, constantly tempting, and finally found the exact position of Jin Jinling's palm.

"I want to get an injection now. I hope your heart will look the same as that of an ordinary person, otherwise you will have to suffer."

Feng Jiuqing didn't speak.

Isn't the heart the same? What's different?

Qingge didn't say anything else, tightened his fingers, held three silver needles, and fell down at the same time.

Feng Jiuqing felt a severe pain in her heart.

As Qingge put the needle for the second time, the pain was so painful that he could hardly bear it.

"I'm going to get the needle again." Chu Qingge grabbed the silver needle for the third time and fell down instantly.

This time, Feng Jiuqing finally couldn't help it, turned sideways, and coughed out with a mouthful of blood.

The ground was instantly dyed dark red, which was different from the color of blood and was very dull.
Chapter completed!