Qiao Qing froze for a second before she started to push him away, “What are you doing? Let me go!”

“I refuse.” Jun Yexuan hugged onto her like she was his lifeline. No matter how hard she struggled, he refused to let go.

Just then, a blade pressed against his chest. Qiao Qing’s cold voice arrived right beside his ear.

“Jun Yexuan, you actually think I won’t hurt you?”

Jun Yexuan lowered his gaze, looked at the knife against his chest, and grinned.

Qiao Qing looked at him in confusion. She wasn’t sure what the meaning of this smile was.

The next second, the hand she used to hold the knife felt tight.

Jun Yexuan had grabbed onto her hand and had stabbed the blade right into his own chest.

Alongside a soft sneer, a blooming flower made out of blood sputtered out. His chest area was immediately soaked by blood.

Qiao Qing blankly stared at her hands that were soaked in blood. Her voice was no longer calm, “Are you crazy?!”

Jun Yexuan’s chest heaved up and down. A low but pleasant laugh escaped his lips.

“Before falling in love with Qingqing, Jun Yexuan was so logical he acted like a cold-blooded animal. After falling in love with Qingqing, Jun Yexuan no longer minds being a psycho.”

Qiao Qing’s eyelids trembled. She looked at him with a complex expression and she didn’t say anything.

Jun Yexuan’s blood dyed finger rubbed her brows, “Can I interpret that as you are worried for me?”

Just then, his vision went dark and his body uncontrollably slid down.

Qiao Qing’s pupils restricted and she quickly went to catch up.

After she helped him into bed, she went to get the medical kit.

During the process of preparing the equipment, her hands, for the first time, quivered, and her heart began to beat uncontrollably fast.

When she was about to pull out the blade, Jun Yexuan stopped her hand.

His handsome face had lost its normal cool as he stared at her in a daze.

“I have dealt with Jun Xiaoqi. Nothing like that will ever happen again. Can you not be mad at me?”

Qiao Qing pursed her lips, “If I don’t treat your wound right away, you will die.”

“If I die, will you be sad?” Jun Yexuan had a smile like he didn’t care but his gaze was as serious as could be.

“Jun Yexuan.” Qiao Qing’s tone was like she was educating a child who refused to listen.

Jun Yexuan acted coquettish, “Stop being angry, please?”

No matter how furious Qiao Qing was, after all this, she couldn’t stay mad anymore.

“He is his own person, you are your own person, satisfied?”

Jun Yexuan immediately let go of her hand when he heard this. He smiled joyously.

But his smile didn’t sustain for more than two seconds when the agony from his chest shocked him.

Qiao Qing didn’t give him any time to react when she pulled out the blade.

After the knife was out, the wound began to bleed unstoppably like a running faucet.

She immediately pressed onto it to stop the bleeding. When she worked to stitch him up, she had to do her utmost best to stop her hands from shaking.

After the series of work, Qiao Qing was sweating profusely. As for Jun Yexuan, he had passed out from the blood loss.

Qiao Qing looked down and saw that she was now covered in blood. She felt a headache and frowned.

After she got a new set of pajamas from the closet, she went to the bathroom.

Only after showering did she realize Jun Yexuan had taken over her bed.

She looked at the time and debated internally.

Should she wake up the maids and ask them to clear out a guest room? Or should she go sleep in Jun Yexuan’s room?

After some hesitation, she chose the latter.

By the time she slid into the blanket, all she could smell was Jun Yexuan’s scent. It was like she was in his arms.

Because of this, she kicked away the blanket without a second thought abd took out a new one from the closet.

When she lied down again, she still found it hard to sleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, she could still see Jun Yexuan holding onto her hand and the blade.

In the end, Qiao Qing fell asleep late into the night.

The next morning, Mu Jinghang came to Jun Yexuan’s door while yawning. He knocked, “Third bro, time to wake up. I have something to talk to you about.”

Before long, the door opened.

When he saw it was Qiao Qing who opened the door, Mu Jinghang’s originally sleepy eyes widened. He turned around violently.

“Third bro, I didn’t see anything! I’ll leave right away! I’ll leave right away!”