Male God, a Little Su

Su Yan: "..."

These two are sick, for sure.

It's okay to have one more knife and one less knife than anyone else?

Sheng Jinshu leaned on the sofa and spread his hands indifferently, "I can do it."

Will outlive this weak chicken, and—

Is he really willing to die?

Sheng Jinshu can't believe it.

Seeing that Cheng Qian was still dawdling and his face was getting paler, Su Yan could only reach out and pull him.

"Cheng Qian! Stop making trouble!"

"Um—it hurts—"

Cheng Qian smiled bitterly, he fell into Su Yan's arms and groaned in pain, covering his heart, the palm of his hand was full of thick blood.

"Rouge, if I die, will you be able to forgive me?"

Su Yan pursed her lips, her eyes were flustered, and her breathing was unsteady.

"Rouge, Rouge... Forgive me? Huh?"

The man whispered, begging, holding her hand, "Don't let me die and live in your resentment, rouge~"

Su Yan's eyelids jumped, "I forgive you, can't I forgive you?"

She helped Cheng Qian to stand up and said in a rapid tone, "Cheng Qian, I beg you, can you hurry up and stop the bleeding? You will really die if you do this again!"

Sheng Jinshu glanced at Cheng Qian angrily.

This scheming dog!

If Su Yan's knife pierced his heart, he would not have survived long ago. Is there still time to entangle Su Yan here and beg for forgiveness?

In fact, Cheng Qian really couldn't hold it anymore, but he was gambling.

Yes, he is a pervert, and he is very scheming.

To gamble with Su Ro's life is reluctant, to bet on Su Ro's kindness.

As it turns out, he won the bet.

It doesn't matter if he loses, it's just one life at most, and he is very happy to die in the hands of Su Yan.

"it is good."

Cheng Qian gave him a smug look, covered his hands with a pale face, and walked towards his studio, leaning on Su Yan's body.

Sheng Jinshu's temples bulged, strode over to pull up Cheng Qian, who was pretending to be pretentious, and carried him towards the door without pity.

Su Yan looked dumbfounded, is it really okay to be so rude?

"Hold……"

Cheng Qian sucked in a breath of cold air, gritted his teeth and slurred.

Su Yan was still in the living room, and he cursed in a low voice, "Sheng Jinshu, do you really want me to die?"

"Oh?" Sheng Jinshu raised his eyebrows, wanting to laugh or not, "Didn't you want to die? Is it okay for me to fulfill you now?"

He grabbed Cheng Qian's hand and pressed his fingerprints, the door slowly opened to both sides, and he pushed Cheng Qian in, "so hurry up and die, don't save yourself. In this way, I can live happily with Rouge and Rouge. the world."

"Ah……"

Cheng Qian licked his lips, staggered to the operating table, took out a medicine from the drawer and plunged it into his arm skillfully.

"As beautiful as you think! Even if I am a ghost, I have to be a ** wife with Yan Yan!"

"You're so fucking insidious."

Sheng Jinshu folded his arms and leaned against the door, coldly watching Cheng Qian gasp twice after taking the medicine, his face looked much better. Next, undress and start to stop the bleeding.

"You are also cold-blooded. Your younger brother's life or death is unknown here. You still have the face to watch the fun?" Cheng Qian showed no signs of weakness, even if he was only half a step away from death.

"Hey, good people don't live long, and scourges are left for thousands of years."

Sheng Jinshu sneered, "You've already seen that the rouge stab didn't pierce your heart at all, so don't pretend."

In front of him, Cheng Qian had nothing to hide.

He sat on the operating table and wiped the wound with an alcohol sponge in the tweezers. He smiled brightly in pain.

"Rouge is reluctant, after all—" He smiled provocatively at Sheng Jinshu, "I can make her more comfortable than you."