Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 857 He knelt on one knee and carefully put her on the bed
He sneered and changed the subject, and said, "When have I lied to you? Compared with the child's 50 milliliters of blood, I have to draw 1500 milliliters of blood. In this way, do I deserve more of your concern?"

Amy was startled, with a slight pain in her eyes, she pursed her lips and said, "Why do you need your blood?"

Paul couldn't hold back, and raised his hand to pinch her face.

He used to pinch like this often, and Amy didn't avoid it.

Paul still wanted to hug her, he hadn't hugged her for a long time.

However, thinking of giving up her original intention, he still held back.

He withdrew his hand and explained lightly, "The HW virus was originally a virus developed using my blood as a primer. Therefore, it needs my blood."

Amy didn't understand this, and didn't think about it deeply, but just let out an inaudible oh.

Seeing that she seemed tired, Paul raised his hand to hold her face, looked at her affectionately and seriously, "Xiaoqi, tell me, how much do you love that man?"

Amy blinked, this was the first time Paul spoke to her in this tone since she could remember, and it was also the first time he called her name, Xiao Qi.

She read the indelible pain from Paul's dark blue eyes like stars and stars, and she pressed her lips for a while before answering his question quietly, "I'm sorry, Paul, this time I might really have to leave you gone."

Paul suppressed the surging pain in his heart, and his eyes were blushing slightly.

He was mostly laughing at himself, and smiled lightly in a very light tone, "Okay."

He let go of her, and his eyes fell on her face for the last time, "Xiaoqi, live well, this time, I really plan to let go. I just hope that when you recall all the things in the past two years, Don't hate me."

Amy deeply tasted the indescribable bitterness from Paul's words. She pursed her lips for a long time before responding lightly, "Luo, even if you hate, there is a reason for it. I think it probably has something to do with me. Otherwise, I can't imagine what kind of outrageous things a gentle man like you would do."

Amy paused, her eyes glistening on the man's cold and handsome face.

She bent her mouth and said softly: "No matter how much I hurt you, I want to apologize to you for my ignorance and willfulness. I hope you can forgive me back then."

Paul closed his eyes, as if trying to adjust his overwhelming heart.

There is a kind of pain, like cocoon peeling, skin cramping, bloody, just like what he is suffering at this moment.

He sighed slowly and long, "Xiao Qi, you have to be good. Be well where I can see it and where I can't see it."

The low and slow voice [Xiao Qi, you have to be good. 】It has become the nightmare of An Qiyue/Amy's heart for several years in the future. Occasionally, it hurts so much that the bones are swollen and sour.

If she thought that Paul would die one day, she might not have such a cold and decisive attitude today.

...

Amy's low and faint voice was covered with a little tiredness, she hummed, and then fell asleep with her head tilted.

Paul lowered his eyes slightly, and blinked his slender eyelashes a few times.

He raised his hand to grab the girl's head, which was about to drop, and hugged her halfway in his arms.

He knew that the more sleepy she was, the more the virus would erode her bone marrow.

The private cabin has a bedroom that can be used to rest and lie down. Paul hugged her and asked the housekeeper to open the bedroom door of the cabin and walked in.

Kneeling on one knee, he carefully placed her on the bed.

(End of this chapter)