Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't dare to look into his eyes. She picked up the glass and was about to reach her lips, but Qin Wuyan held her wrist.

The man's finger rubbed her wrist bone, his other arm stretched out and took the wine from her palm: "cold wine hurts your body, and it's not suitable to drink on an empty stomach. If you want to drink, wait for the next person to warm a bottle again and then bring it up. You can drink something warmer."

Zhuang Xiaoyu's palm failed. Qin Wuyan had put Zhuang Xiaoyu's wine lamp in front of him, and there was still a warm smile on his face: "this glass of wine for my husband to drink for you."

He also said, "you don't drink well. Don't drink too much. Although it's fruit wine, you'll get drunk if you drink too much."

The man loosened her wrist, picked up the wine in front of her and held it to his lips

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at the cup of poisonous wine, and his heart tightened. He stared at him, not letting go of his every move, but heaven and man were fighting in his mind:

As long as she watched him drink this glass of wine, she would avenge her father and brother. After his death, she was willing to go with him.

But if Qin Wuyan died, what would the people of Yuecheng do? What about the priest's house? What about Minfu?

If Qin Wuyan was poisoned by her, the whole moon city would be ruined.

If she died with him, but if she was saved, after the child was born, there would be no father, and the child would be despised by thousands of people.

If people in Min's house refuse to let go of their children and have no protection from their biological father, it is impossible to imagine the extent to which his fate will be reduced.

The more Zhuang Xiaoyu thought about it, his face became more and more pale like snow. Looking at the bottom of Qin Wuyan's eyes, tears welled up

Qin Wuyan's cup was about to touch the corner of his lips. Seeing her, he suddenly stopped and asked in a warm voice, "Xiaoyu, what else do you want to say to me?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu opened her mouth, her voice was a little hoarse, and asked, "if I did something I'm sorry for you, would you forgive me?"

Qin Wuyan hooked his lips and opened his mouth without thinking: "yes."

"What if... What if I kill you?"

"Then I'll give my life to you. Anyway, you saved my life. If it weren't for you, maybe I would have died long ago, and I wouldn't be here now..." Qin Wuyan said to Zhuang Xiaoyu, "I just don't want to leave you. I'm afraid you will suffer in this world alone, be bullied and be framed.

I have no nostalgia for this world. If you hadn't been with me all the time, I would have left this world and left alone... "

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "

Zhuang Xiaoyu burst into tears.

The man leaned close, gently wiped off her tears with his fingers, and coaxed her in a warm voice: "don't cry, shouldn't you be happy, why are you crying?"

When Zhuang Xiaoyu heard the speech, his tears suddenly burst like a dike, surging out, and his heart became more and more like a knife, which made him feel worse.

She patted Qin Wuyan's fingers open, wiped her tears with her cuffs, raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, and sobbed low: "Qin Wuyan, I hate you. If only I hadn't met you at the beginning.

If I had known there would be today, I would have finished you myself... "

Qin Wuyan's eyes were moist and his eyes were slightly red. "I'm sorry to make you sad, but it's not too late..."

In Zhuang Xiaoyu's shocked eyes, Qin Wuyan poured the wine mixed with poison into his mouth.

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "

Almost instinctively, Zhuang Xiaoyu rushed up and slapped off the wine cup in Qin Wuyan's hand. The liquor spilled all over the ground, but Qin Wuyan still drank half of the cup.