Listening to his sweet warmth, He Yiru's heart began to feel a touch of bitterness.
He is willing to share the hardships with her because he is interested in her.
He chose to infect her through kissing, which meant he had feelings for her.
However, she is not worthy of such affection.
She just wanted to get the specific details of his research.
She never wanted him to fall in love with her.
Even for a moment, she felt that the two of them were so close, so close.
It would have been great if she could have met him a few years earlier How great would it be if the person she met when she had no way to go was him?
It would have been nice if she had persisted a little longer and waited a little longer.
It's a pity that life is life and there is no room for so many ifs He Yiru looked at Jian Qing, with a little glimmer of water in her pupils.
She secretly carved his tense face into an immortal mural and embedded it in her heart.
If she thinks back one day in the future, will this elegant and unparalleled face really exist in her life, a landscape that will never fade?
Jian Qing stuck the needle with his fingertips and accurately calculated every step of the virus's progress until his intestines were twisted into a ball, so twisted that he couldn't help but want to bend down and hang his head.
He Yiru knew how painful it would be at this time.
She could see his frown, but she had no reason to hug and comfort him.
She moved her fingers and kept her eyes on Jian Qing, "Qing, sit here and stay with me."
Jian Qing tightened her fingers.
He knew that she wanted him to sit down to relieve the pain, but once he sat down, he would most likely never be able to stand up again.
He tried his best to control his straight back.
He didn't want He Yiru to see his weakness.
He wanted to give her the confidence to persevere in front of her.
He couldn't fall.
"Qing, what's wrong with you?
Are you okay?"
"It's okay."
Jian Qing's face turned pale, but he still didn't want her to worry.
When the words he wanted to leave first came to his lips, he turned around and swallowed them back in his stomach.
He Yiru raised her palm to him slightly, "Can you sit over here?
I'm a little uncomfortable."
When Jian Qing heard her say she felt uncomfortable, she immediately lifted her wrist and felt for her pulse.
Using the fulcrum he gave him, He Yiru summoned all her strength, grabbed the needle from his other relaxed finger, inserted it directly into her own muscles without waiting for the right blood vessel, and quickly pushed the lever, like A very addictive drug dealer's eagerness and obsession with drugs.
Jian Qing quickly pulled away her frantically injecting wrist, but it was too late, half of the medicine had already been injected into her blood.
"Yi Ru, what are you doing?
This is a medicine that has not been tested yet.
How can you just use it casually?"
Jian Qing felt distressed and blamed at the same time.
He Yiru smiled easily, "You can use it, and so can I.
Even if there are any side effects, it doesn't matter.
Qing, I will accompany you."
Jian Qing listened to her soft words, looked at the half-tube of medicine in her hand, and without hesitation, injected it directly into the vein of her arm.
With someone by your side, why fear the wind and rain?
Even if I am sour and frowning, as long as I can share the pain with you, it’s not too bad.
Jian Qing's fingertips pushed the syringe plunger firmly and powerfully, feeling the slightly cool liquid blend into the flow of her hot blood, quickly being diluted, melted, and mixed into one
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