The heroine takes revenge on me, I am a sickly girl, I conquer the country and enjoy happiness

Jing Shiyue doesn't want to be the protagonist of a tragic drama for the rest of his life, and is constantly looking for a solution to break the impasse.

"I feel good."

"Why do you feel good?"

No, no!

"I don't feel very well."

"You feel bad when you see me, are you hinting that I should get lost?"

That's even more unacceptable!

Damn it! Who can lend me a mouth that can speak sweet words?

Miss Lu suddenly chuckled and whispered in his ear:

“Like is not only to say, but also to do.”

Even though he was old, he still blushed at her words.

Jing Shiyue sighed that he had grown older in vain, stretched out his arms and took the initiative to hug her, stroked the back of her head and whispered:

"I like you, Miss Lu."

"If I remember correctly, this is the first time you said you like me?"

Lu Ningshuang rested her chin on his shoulder, her pale and cold face showing no emotion.

Jing Shiyue responded: "Yes."

I still remember the first time she admitted her love for him, when she was standing on the windowsill on the top floor of the embroidery building.

He persuaded her to come down.

She asked him, you wouldn't fall in love with me just because of two nights of romance, right?

He responded yes.

She sneered, your liking is too superficial.

So he never said he liked her again. People always say that actions speak louder than words, right? He took it as a guideline.

"Pity……"

Lu Ningshuang curled the corners of her lips, straddled the man's arms, reached out and pulled out the hairpin on his head, and his snow-white hair immediately fell like a waterfall.

She used her fingers as a comb and patiently combed his white hair.

"Now I don't want your feelings, I just want your body."

She still had some patience with him, otherwise it would be Doctor Liu who would be going to Wushan with her at this moment.

"no!"

Jing Shiyue firmly refused. He sighed, held Lu Ningshuang's shoulders, and let her look into his blind eyes.

"Not in the last twenty days or so! Miss Lu, please don't be willful. I can obey you at other times."

"Are you rejecting me?"

"I'm not rejecting you. I'm doing this for your own good."

He seemed to have become the doctor Jing who was confident and stick to his bottom line.

"How many times has this happened?"

Lu Ningshuang stared at him expressionlessly, her dark eyebrows twitching, as if she was about to lose control.

"What?" Jing Shiyue's heart skipped a beat.

Lu Ningshuang closed her eyes, clutched her chest tightly, and asked him in an icy voice:

"Do you know why Fuling gave you that cup of tea?

I'm afraid that you and I will be too painful to have any strength when we are entangled.

Do you know who I picked before I gave you the tea?

It's Liu Xunfeng, your junior fellow apprentice!"

Tears burst out instantly and even my breathing was trembling.

Her heart ached, her head ached, and her stomach ached. The pain formed a huge wave at this moment, smashing her into the bottom of the sea.

"Jing Shiyue! You have betrayed my trust in you time and time again! I gave you one last chance after another, but you wasted them all!"

Her stomach was burning with pain and she pushed him away.

"Then let's not meet each other anymore. I don't need you..."

Lu Ningshuang stumbled to her feet, but fell down again.

The pain was so intense that her intermittent sobs became particularly obvious. She scratched the floor with her fingertips and rolled over and over.

She always looks at life from the perspective of an outsider, and because she doesn't care, it's hard for her to hate someone.

But at this moment, she hated Jing Shiyue, the person who gave her a third life.

She had suspected before that as her health improved, the pain would go from once every six months to once a month.

If that's the case, it would be better to let her die.

"Ms. Lu, are you okay? It's my fault. It's my fault."

Jing Shiyue held his Miss Lu in his arms before Fuling rushed in. This seemed timely, but it was actually too late.

What greeted him were no longer words of questioning, but a dagger piercing his chest.

"Miss Lu..."

"Do not touch me!"

It seems he did something wrong again.

"Cough cough..."

With blood choking in his throat, Jing Shiyue raised his hand to wipe the girl's tears, forced a smile, and coaxed her softly:

"Ms. Lu, don't cry... It's all my fault for not knowing how to speak and adapt. Ahem... You don't have to see such an annoying person like me anymore..."

Someone once asked him why he wasn't more assertive.

He also wanted to do this, to drive away all the dogs that coveted her, but the girl he liked was someone who didn't care about life or death.

She doesn't have any weaknesses.

But his weak spot is her.

He didn't dare to be strong, nor could he be strong. In the dead of night, he always kept thinking about a certain sentence over and over again, "You are an old man..."

Fu Nanjia was right, he was just an old man.

How could an old man who is almost eleven years older than Miss Lu have the confidence to make such demands?

Shen Yuan is extremely sharp and can be considered a divine weapon.

It pierced right into the center of Jing Shiyue's heart. It would be impossible to save him using ordinary means.

Lu Ningshuang looked at the blood gushing out from the palms of her hands and the corners of his mouth, and leaned into his arms, falling into a strange silence.

The night turned red before her eyes. The demon trapped deep in her heart broke through the seal, and her tearful eyes were filled with madness.

She held the knife handle calmly, wanting only to chop the man in front of her into pulp.

Tears kept flowing and she couldn't see anything clearly.

The hand holding the knife kept shaking, as if it was pulling the knife to its limit. She clenched her teeth, grief, madness and pain intertwined, and her throat emitted suppressed and intermittent sobs.

The dagger was stirring in his chest, and blood was rushing up to his throat, but the pain in his body was far less than the heartache brought by the girl's sobs.

Jing Shiyue seemed to see himself traveling through time and overlapping with the figures of his senior brothers and sisters who, as his master had said, had a bad end before their death.

He used the little strength he had left to comfort her gently:

"Ms. Lu, don't be sad, it's not your fault..."

He knew that she was not a gentle and virtuous lady, nor even a normal person. He had witnessed her morbidity and madness.

He ignored the dagger in his chest, and hugged the girl tightly, patting her back and apologizing:

"It's my poor medical skills that have caused you so much suffering. From now on, you still have to... take your medicine... on time..."

Master, I also can’t get over the tribulation of love.

The moment Fuling came in, Jing Shiyue's hand just dropped down.

"Miss, did you kill Doctor Jing?"

Fuling looked in shock at Shen Yuan in the girl's hand and the man's clothes soaked with blood.

Lu Ningshuang finally moved. She pulled out the dagger and slashed it across her palm. Blood quickly covered the bones and flesh and flowed out.

"Miss, what are you doing? Stop it!"

She pressed her palm tightly on the man's chest and sobbed in a confused tone:

"Don't die...you belong to me..."

Fuling noticed that something was wrong with her and shouted for help:

"Someone, come quickly! The young lady is injured! And go and inform the madam, go to the Ren Medical Clinic and summon Doctor Liu!"

The creepy cold light reflected into his eyes, and a slight force was applied to the center of his chest. Fuling suddenly dared not move.

She met the girl's scarlet eyes and opened her lips with difficulty:

"Miss...I am Fuling, what's wrong with you?"

"You, don't touch him!"