Song ran's fingers moved to his chin. There was a short stubble on his chin, and it was a little prickly. She rubbed it gently. Gu jinghang, you can't anger me anymore in the future. If you anger me to the point that I fall sick and die, it will be too late for you to regret it.
Gu jinghang pulled her into his arms with such force that it was as if he could not wait to merge her into his body.
His voice was low and firm. ran, you won't get sick. You won't die.
Song ran sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She chuckled. "Life, old age, sickness, and death, everyone will experience it."
Gu jinghang hugged her even tighter until her bones hurt. She then muttered, " "Gu jinghang, it hurts."
Gu jinghang quickly let go of her. Song ran curled up in his arms and said, " "Jing Xing, in the future, you are not allowed to worry about gains and losses like this, do you understand?"
"I won't,"
