Xie Jiuhan was stunned by the question. He did not answer immediately. Seeing that he still needed to think, Feng Qing pouted in dissatisfaction. "You're hesitating, which means that you don't like me that much. Since you don't like me, why should I like you? Don't you know that you have to pay for what you want?"
The man couldn't help but let go of her hand after he heard Feng Qing's words. Then, he knelt on the bed and patted his heart. "I want to give you my heart. As long as you reach out, I'll take it out and give it to you."
Feng Qing could be angry and ignore him, but she could not say that she did not like him, nor could she say that he did not give his heart. If this woman wanted it, then he was willing to take out his heart and give it to her. It was just a life. If not for this woman, he would not have been able to feel his heartbeat. And now, his heart was only beating for this woman.
