Xia Yan was stunned by his roar and looked at him blankly. Only then did he notice that his palm was holding the blade of the knife in his hand and stabbing into his flesh——

What is even more shocking is the old gunshot wound on his chest. It seems that it has not healed properly, and the area the size of a dumpling skin is covered in blood and flesh...

Xia Yan suddenly took a breath of air, and flashed through his mind the scene when he risked his life to block him in front of him that night. His chest hurt so much that he dropped the handle of the knife in panic, but Yi Beihan didn't let go of the blade, and instead moved towards it.

The thorn in my chest gets deeper and deeper...

"Don't...I'm sorry...don't..."

Xia Yan looked at the bright red blood streaks emerging from the flesh of his chest, and felt frightened. She trembled and grabbed the knife in his hand, muttering.

"No, you're bleeding..."

"Are you so affectionate towards every man? Do you let others misunderstand you?"

Yi Beihan stared at her and shouted.

"Stop it, stop it!"

Xia Yan held his knife-holding hand tightly with both arms and called him distressedly.

"Do you care about me? Or do you not want me to die in front of you and give you nightmares at night? Well, what do you say? What do you mean-"

Yi Beihan was really using his life to force himself, and he was also forcing her.

Xia Yan watched the tip of the knife pierce into his body bit by bit. His trembling body and mind went blank. He couldn't say anything he wanted to say. The most direct way was to stand on tiptoes and kiss his thin lips.

It's cool, without any warmth...

Yi Beihan was stunned for a moment, and did not give her any response with his thin lips. Later, he pushed her body away with his hand and stared at her.

"What do you mean when you kiss me? You said - what do you mean when you kiss me? Why do you kiss a man you don't love casually? Why?"

Transparent tears rolled in her eyes, Xia Yan bit her lips and blurted out.

"You are my husband..."

So kiss you!!!

"Yeah?"

Yi Beihan's tense nerves suddenly relaxed and he sneered at himself.

"It's all because I forced you to get it. It's really a coercion!"

"No, no..."

Xia Yan shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

She suddenly snatched the knife from his hand and ran into the kitchen with it. Yi Beihan was startled, thinking that she was holding the knife to hurt herself, and hurriedly chased after him. However, when he saw her throwing the knife into the trash can at the door, he calmed down a little.

Jingxin, knowing that he was forcing her again just now...

Xia Yan hurriedly ran into the bedroom next door to find the spare medicine box at home. When he came back, he saw Yi Beihan standing motionless in the middle of the living room with a cold expression, with bright red blood flowing down his chest. He felt frightened and went up.

She held his hand in front of her and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Come here quickly... hurry... you're bleeding!"

"Why are you crying? Are you expecting me to die soon?"

Yi Beihan deliberately steadied his body to prevent her from moving.

"Who expects you to die? If you die, I will have to bury you with you."

Seeing that he was not moving and that he was weak and unable to pull, Xia Yan had no choice but to put the medicine box on the ground and hurriedly rummaged through it to get the hemostatic medicine.

Yi Beihan grabbed her hand, frowned and said coldly.

"Don't worry, if I really die, I won't take you to be buried with me!"
Chapter completed!