Ye Qingci couldn't help herself anymore and burst into laughter, playfully hitting Jian Shichu's shoulder, "I can't take it! So cheesy!"
"I'm serious," Jian Shichu held her tight and kissed her lips, "I'd rather get hurt myself than see you get hurt."
"What a coincidence, I feel the same way," Ye Qingci wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling, "I'd rather feel the pain myself than bear to see you hurt."
Sweet nothings really can drown a person. Jian Shichu's heart melted as he teased her with a rub, "Fool!"
Ye Qingci snuggled against him, chuckling low, "Plus... I've been used to pain since I was little, a little pain isn't much, but our Seventh Master has been pampered from birth, precious and delicate, how could he get hurt?"
