"Er... Erniu, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Erniu suddenly start slapping himself, and even bursting into aggrieved tears, Liu Qiulian felt a twinge of pity at that moment.
The next second, Liu Qiulian couldn't stand it any longer and hurriedly stepped forward to grab Erniu's arm, frowning, "Erniu, that's enough, stop hitting yourself, the corner of your mouth is already bleeding!"
"If you died, wouldn't I become a murderer?"
"So what if I die!"
Erniu sniffled and looked at Liu Qiulian with tears in his eyes, "Sister Qiulian, it's all my fault. My mind was clouded by lard, Sister Qiulian, you've been so good to me, yet I still hurt you!"
"If I don't die, I won't be able to atone for my sins!"
"Sister Qiulian, why don't you kill me, then? Let it be compensation for my mistakes; otherwise, I won't be able to live in peace!"
"Erniu, what nonsense are you talking about..."
