C80 The Pistol Under His Pillow

Qin Anqian gradually felt that something was wrong with her. He also stopped and gently said to her, "You are injured today. Go to sleep early."

"If I die, I won't have to do this anymore, right?" Mu Xiaohui muttered.

Qin Anqian immediately turned on the bedside lamp. Seeing her gloomy face, he made her pull herself together. "Xiaohui, don't talk nonsense