"Ah, it hurts so much, I'm losing too much blood, I can't go on. I'm dizzy..."
Qiao Yuxian lay on the sofa, holding her knee, shouting.
Gu Yanjing glanced at her, got up to wash his hands in the bathroom, and made a call to Shang Chen.
After washing his hands and coming back, he stood by the sofa, just about to squat down when Qiao Yuxian suddenly grabbed his pants.
With a look of excessive blood loss, weakness, and near death, she said, "Gu Yanjing, as a married couple, I have nothing to leave you. I'll leave you my thesis topic that I can't finalize and the advanced English test in November."
Gu Yanjing: "......"
Qiao Yuxian coughed twice, very theatrically, clutched his pants, propped up her body, and looked at him, "You must treat them well, or else, or else... I'll haunt your bedside at night!"
Gu Yanjing looked at his pants being pulled down, and gently pushed her forehead.
