(Cat flutter Chinese) He Yiru listened to his sweet warmth, and a faint bitterness began to appear in his heart.

He is willing to share the hardships with her, which means that he is interested in her.

He chose to be infected by kissing, which is to have affection for her.

However, she is not worthy of such affection.

She just wanted to get the specific details of his research, she never wanted him to fall in love with her, even for a moment, she had felt that the two of them were so close, so close...

It would have been nice if she had been able to meet him a few years earlier...

It would have been nice if he had met him when she had nowhere to go...

It would have been nice if, at that time, she had held on a little longer and waited a little longer...

It's a pity that life is life, and there is no room for so many ifs...

He Yiru looked at Jian Qing, there was a little bit of water in her pupils, and she secretly carved his tense face into an immortal mural and embedded it in her heart.

If she looks back one day in the future, will this elegant and unparalleled face be a real and unfading landscape that she has ever had in her life...

Jian Qing's fingertips stuck the needle, accurately calculating every step of the virus's progress, until the intestines were already twisted, and the twisted disc was so wrong that he couldn't help but want to bend over and hang his head.

He Yiru knew how painful it would be at this time, she could see his tightly locked brow, but she had no reason to hug and comfort him.

She moved her fingers, her eyes fixed on Jian Qing, "Qing, you sit here and accompany me." ”

Jian Qing's five fingers were folded, he knew that she wanted him to sit down to relieve the pain, but once he sat down, he would most likely never be able to stand up again.

He tried his best to control his straight back, he didn't want He Yiru to see his weakness, he wanted to give her the confidence to hold on in front of her, he couldn't fall.

"Qing, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? ”

"It's fine." Jian Qing's face was slightly pale, but she still didn't want her to worry, and the words that she wanted to leave first turned around when she came to her mouth and swallowed it back into her stomach.

He Yiru raised his palm slightly to him, "Then can you sit down?" I'm a little uncomfortable. ”

Jian Qing heard her say that she was uncomfortable, and immediately pulled her wrist to probe her pulse.

He Yiru took advantage of the fulcrum he gave, plucked up the strength of his whole body, snatched the needle from his other relaxed finger, and pierced directly into his muscles without waiting for the right blood vessel, quickly pushing the lever, like the urgency and madness of an addicted drug dealer who thirsts for drugs.

Jian Qing quickly ripped open her wrist that was frantically injecting, but it was too late, and half of the potion had already been injected into her veins.

"Yiru, what are you doing here? This is a potion that hasn't been tested yet, so how can you just use it! Jian Qing was distressed and reproached.

He Yiru smiled lightly, "You can use it, I can use it, even if there are any side effects, it doesn't matter, Qing, I'll accompany you." ”

Jian Qing listened to her soft whisper, looked at the half-tube of potion in her hand, no longer hesitated, and injected it directly into the vein of her arm.

If you have someone to accompany you, why not be afraid of wind and rain...

Even if you are sour and frowning, as long as you can share the suffering, it is not too bad.

Jian Qing's fingertips pushing the needle push rod were firm and powerful, and she carefully felt the slightly cool liquid melt into the flow of her hot blood, which was quickly diluted, melted, and mixed together.

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