After rebirth, the old, weak, sick and disabled are a family

Niu Shuyue glared at him but did not refute. She just snuggled into his arms silently, enjoying this rare warm moment.

"What did you say last night?"

"Forget it, stop talking. A dog can't spit out edible ivory. I'm afraid it's just..."

Duan Huiyan gritted his teeth and asked, "Just what?"

His eyes were full of seriousness and expectation.

Niu Shuyue looked at him, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but she finally spoke.

"I'm just afraid that those words were just your impulse, and that they won't last."

After hearing this, Duan Huiyan's eyes flashed with determination.

"Xiao Yue, I assure you that those words were not spoken on impulse, but were sincere words after careful consideration."

Qu Shuyue perfunctorily replied, "Okay! I'll trust you for now, but when you return to dust, I might find a man who understands my feelings and will marry him."

Duan Huiyan's face darkened instantly. He held her hand tightly and said in a low and firm voice:

"Qu Shuyue, listen to me carefully. I, Duan Huiyan, only recognize you in this life. If I pass away, you must remain a widow for me until I reincarnate, and then it will not be too late for you to marry again."

Duan Huiyan's words made Qu Shuyue feel a little amused and helpless, so she hit him lightly.

"Why are you so overbearing? I haven't even agreed to marry you yet."

Duan Huiyan said seriously, "Do you want to agree or not? I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words."

"When you return to dust, I will naturally remain a widow for you, but..."

Niu Shuyue paused, a sly look flashing in her eyes.

"But you have to agree to one condition of mine first."

Duan Huiyan raised an eyebrow, "What conditions?"

"You have to tell me first, what is your illness? I don't want to be with you in a muddle, I need to know the truth."

Duan Huiyan's heart was beating like a drum. If he said too much, it wouldn't make it up. If he said too little, he could guarantee that she would throw him away. How could he do that?

How about taking it slow first, and waiting until she really falls in love with him and can't leave him, and then tell her?

Seeing that he didn't answer, Niu Shuyue talked to herself for a long time. She even laughed as she talked, and as she laughed she felt like crying.

"He's already vomiting blood, how good can he be? I think he won't have much time left."

Thinking about it in my mind.

I'll make a phone call later.

Order several luxurious super supreme wreaths.

Wait until he dies, and send him there immediately, so that he can go on his journey in glory.

While fulfilling this feeling, it also brings a perfect end to the love between two lives.

And then engrave a few big words, such as:

You, you are finally gone. It is really unfair for you to be alive. Have a good journey. Don’t meet me again in the next life.

Be sure to highlight her good intentions, and write different blessings on each wreath so that he will have new surprises every day.

And invite some Taoist priests and monks,

They perform rituals and chant sutras in front of his grave every day to pray for his soul to be reborn as a human being as soon as possible.

Try to be a good man who understands her feelings, but... don't cause trouble for her.

Then…………

She just let herself go and lived a happy life.

Men can have as much as they want, and it’s none of their business when he’s dead.

Duan Huiyan saw her beaming with joy and knew what she was thinking. He reached out and tapped her forehead lightly.

"What are you mumbling about, you heartless little thing? Are you really looking forward to my death?"

Niu Shuyue was startled by his sudden action. When she came to her senses, she saw him looking at her with a half-smile.

She smiled calmly, "No, I was just thinking that since you are sick, you should rest well and stop thinking about these messy things all the time."

After saying that, she turned around and tried to get out of bed, but was grabbed by Duan Huiyan.

"Qiao Xiaoyue, are you thinking about how to send me a wreath?"

His teasing voice rang in her ears.

Qu Shuyue's heart tightened, but she forced herself to smile calmly and said:

"Why would you think that? I was just thinking, if you really are feeling unwell, I will always be by your side and take care of you."

When he paused, every word came from his heart, sincere and heartfelt.

“But…or…you should leave a descendant for the Duan family, and I will help you raise him.

Grandpa Duan and Uncle Duan are old and need a grandson to take care of them. The Duan family can also continue the family line. If something happens to you, they won't be too sad. This way, you can be worthy of the ancestors of the Duan family."

Duan Huiyan's face turned pale in an instant. He stared at her closely, his voice low and dangerous:

"Qu Shuyue, can you please say it again?"

Niu Shuyue was frightened by his cold eyes, but still raised her head and met his gaze without giving in.

"I... I just think that this is good for you and the Duan family. You... don't misunderstand me."

Duan Huiyan sneered, and suddenly pulled her into his arms, his voice low and firm:

"You can help me raise it, of course! But you have to raise it as my wife, Duan Huiyan. You have to help me give birth to my child, and only mine."

"Maybe... we can have one now, so you don't have to go through all the trouble of looking for a child to raise."

As he said this, he pinched her chin and lowered his head, wanting to kiss her.

They knelt face to face, a very strange posture, yet extremely ambiguous.

She was hurt by the edge of the bed. Niu Shuyue wanted to escape, but he held her tightly and she couldn't move.

"Duan Huiyan...well...I don't want to...well...I'm scared..."

Her brain was deprived of oxygen, her cheeks turned red, and even her voice became intermittent.

When she was about to faint, Duan Huiyan finally let her go. Niu Shuyue gasped for breath and collapsed on the bed, exhausted, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

She glared at him angrily, her eyes full of shame and indignation.

"Duan Huiyan, you bastard!"

Duan Huiyan smiled indifferently and reached out to wipe the silver hair from the corner of her mouth.

"I'm a bastard, what about you? You little heartless guy, you actually want to help me raise a child, who do you think I am, Duan Huiyan?"

"Do you dare to ask me to find another woman to have a child? I don't know about others, but I know you very well. I don't like children.

But I like the process of giving birth to a child. I want to do it with you thousands of times, in the bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom, garden, rooftop, office, and even in the car. I want to try it, little fairy, what do you think? "

He spoke in a teasing tone, staring at her with burning eyes, as if he wanted to eat her alive.

Niu Shuyue felt uncomfortable under his unscrupulous gaze. She struggled to get out of bed, but he held her down.

"Want to escape? It's too late."

He chuckled and bent down to gently bite her neck.

"Qu Shuyue, you are the one who provoked me, but life and death can only be decided by me. I will return to dust forever, and you will return to me forever. If I live, you live, and if I die, you die."

He himself didn't understand whether this was a threat or a sacrifice just for him.

She saved him with her life, and he loved her with his life. She was his little fairy and his life.

Finally, he looked at the person who had fallen asleep after being bullied by him, and he didn't dare to go on.

She should be his legitimate wife, not his secret lover.

Duan Huiyan gently covered her with the quilt.

Then he stood up and left the room.

He walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette, but just held it in his hand and let it burn.

The cool night breeze blew away the heat in his heart.