"Did you drink?"
Jiang Nuan placed one hand on his shoulder, her expression anxious, "You're crazy! What's gotten into you to make you drink? Don't you know you can't drink? Your wounds haven't even scabbed over. What if you get a fever? Do you want to die!"
If you want to die, don't die in front of her!
Fu Yi tightly grasped her wrist, a stubborn look in his dark eyes, "Nuannuan, can we not get divorced?"
Jiang Nuan felt pain from his grip and tried to pull his hand away, "Let go of me first."
"I can't let go." He was uncharacteristically childish in his drunkenness, his thin lips pouting slightly, "If I let go, you'll run away."
Jiang Nuan saw his demeanor and couldn't find a place to release her anger, "Fu Yi, let go of my hand first!"
His eyes burned intensely, "Not unless you promise me we won't get divorced."
Jiang Nuan said, "How old are you? Do you think you're three years old, playing child's games? Let go!"
