C22 Unless I'm Dead

Xiao Qinghan's eyes flashed with anger. "Divorce?" He said through his clenched teeth, "You finally said that. You can't wait to divorce me and go to find a man. Let me tell you, Ling Muxue, divorce! Unless I'm dead!"

Ling Muxue's cheeks hurt so much that she frowned and closed her eyes tightly. Her face was extremely pale. Her head was already dizzy and she was about to faint, but because of his ruthless words, she regained some of her consciousness. She cursed in her heart, Ling Muxue, you are really stupid, so stupid that there is no cure. For such a heartless person like Xiao Qinghan, begging him is simply asking to be humiliated.

He raised his hand with great difficulty and placed it on her wrist. The moment her cold fingers touched his wrist, he trembled. Her ashen face stung him, and even though the force of her hand pushing his hand away was so weak, it easily moved his hand away from her chin.

Ling Muxue did not know how much strength she had used to push herself up from the desk.

As she stood up, Xiao Qinghan retracted his hand and clenched it into a fist. His eyes fell on her pale face. For a moment, he wanted to hug her, but her eyes reminded him that you didn't have the right to hug her.

"Xiao Qinghan, if you dare to hurt Yiyue, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life, not even if I die!" After saying the last sentence with difficulty, her body was about to reach its limit as well. She turned around and left, but the moment she turned around, all of her strength had been drained and her body fell uncontrollably.

The moment she fell to the ground, Xiao Qinghan's pupils suddenly shrank. He threw the phone to the side and subconsciously reached out to hug her.

"Don't touch me!" There was anger mixed with strong disgust in his glass-like eyes. The moment she pushed him away, his body and consciousness could not hold on any longer and he fainted.

At night, the rain poured down heavily. Bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, shaking the earth.

Ling Muxue fainted because she had a high fever and did not rest well. In addition, she was very excited, so she could not hold on any longer and fainted.

After taking an injection, the high fever had already subsided.

In the bedroom, there was no light on and it was as dark as ink. Xiao Qinghan lay on his side next to Ling Muxue. He put his hand around her waist through the blanket and held her in an embrace. He just looked at her quietly. Even in the endless darkness, he could see her clearly.

The eyes that were looking at her were not cold and sharp, nor were they blazing with anger. They were soft and watery, but they were filled with pain and helplessness.

But today, when he saw her faint, all of Xiao Qinghan's anger had turned into a hot spring, and her words about not touching me were like a needle stabbing into his heart.

It was really painful. It was very painful. Only when she was asleep would he dare to take off his indifferent coat.

He made a long sigh and put his head on her neck. He was sucking on the fragrance that belonged to her. His breath was filled with helplessness and desolation.

"So hot!" Ling Muxue suddenly moaned and twisted her body.

Xiao Qinghan suddenly got up and his eyes narrowed. He lifted his long leg and got off the bed. He squatted down and could not hide his guilty conscience.

No one would have expected that the most famous man in B City, Young Master Xiao, would be hiding in his wife's room as if he were a thief, afraid of being discovered.