deadly mantra

Chapter 915 I don’t feel pain, I’m afraid he will feel pain

Ji Fanyin sneered:
"What are you nervous about?"

A wry smile appeared on He Meng's face.

Can she not be nervous?

She's scared to death, okay!
She was afraid that His Highness would not recognize her ability.

I was afraid that the young highness would regret it and plan to send her back to the Spirit Clan.

I am afraid that I will not be liked by His Highness and will become useless and wait until I grow old.

She was too afraid to say even these inner thoughts.

"Tight, I'm nervous..." He Meng pulled up his sleeves and wiped his sweat, then looked at the crackling coals in the stove: "...it's hot too, boss, aren't you hot?"

No wonder she asked that.

The floor heating in this room kept burning for twelve hours.

Ji Fanyin was sitting on the warm floor, with a warm cloak around her body, a heater on her legs, and a brazier burning beside her.

He Meng poked his head and looked into the room.

Shui Qingchen was wearing a thin blue dress and stood behind the desk, concentrating on painting.

The clothes he wore made him look hot.

"Boss, you, you..."

Ji Fanyin leaned against the coffee table and glanced at her lazily:
"If you have any questions, just ask them directly. Don't be hesitant or annoying."

He Meng:

"Boss, are you in pain?"

Ji Fanyin's eyelashes trembled slightly, she took another sip and put the teacup on the table:

"Don't ask this question again. I don't want Chenchen to hear it."

He Meng glanced into the room again and lowered his voice:
"Boss is afraid of Yan... Master Shui is worried?"

Ji Fanyin smiled:
"How could it be? I wish he would worry about me all the time."

She liked the feeling of being watched by him, and even more liked the feeling of being deeply loved by him and always nervous.He Meng cautiously approached Ji Fanyin:
"Then why can't I ask you in front of him?"

Ji Fanyin was still smiling, but her eyes were a bit gentle:

"He'll be in pain."

"what?"

Ji Fanyin said softly:

"I'm used to it. I don't feel any pain. It's just that sometimes my body is out of my control. For example, my face sometimes looks a little pale and scary. I think it's okay, but Chenchen feels distressed when I see it."

He Meng smashed his mouth, feeling like he was force-fed a big bowl of honey:

"Boss, give me your hand and I'll show you."

Since Ji Fanyin recognized He Meng, he would no longer question her.So, he stretched out his wrist on the coffee table, waiting for He Meng's "feedback" with great interest.

Unsurprisingly, He Meng's reaction was unexpectedly rich and exciting.

At first, her eyes widened in shock, and then she looked at herself in disbelief. After a while, she felt like a huge thunder struck her head, her fingertips trembled and she retracted them, pressing them to the floor, as if she was trying her best to restrain herself from shouting. Voice.

"Boss, boss..." He Meng's voice was hoarse: "You are really afraid that Mr. Shui will feel sorry for you, so just feel sorry for yourself! Okay?!"

Ji Fanyin smiled, showing her white front teeth:
"Hey~ If your medical skills are not good, don't accuse me wrongly. I always cherish myself the most."

Hemeng took a few deep breaths, as if he had made up his mind:
"Tell me, boss, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"What's your last wish..." Ji Fanyin blinked: "I'm most afraid of being alone. Why don't you die for me?"

He Meng nodded without hesitation:
"it is good!"

Ji Fanyin's eyes flashed slightly, he didn't expect her to agree so readily.

After a moment, Ji Fanyin tilted his head slightly:
"The second half of the sentence is false, but the first half is true. I don't need you to be buried. One day, on the road to hell, I will only take Chenchen with me."

He Meng's face turned pale:

"Boss, whoever dies for you will have his life to accompany you. But Mr. Shui's life is the life of everyone in the world. If you let him bury him for you, you will let the world bury him for you."

(End of this chapter)