The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

This kind of feeling made Rong Zixian's heart flustered for a moment, but after a while, he returned to his original state.

Raising his hand, he gently used his fingertips to slowly explore Wen Ling's profile.

The fingertips, which were colder than the body, slid from Wen Ling's temple to his chin.

Rong Zixian's nails are obviously not long, but Wen Ling always feels that those fingertips seem to be holding a knife, and they are lingering at his own inch by inch.

It's an uncomfortable feeling, and it's not very easy to say.

"Which one is cooler?" Rong Zixian didn't know why, he didn't like Wen Ling saying that his body was cold.

So, with cooler fingertips, slowly stroke Wen Ling's face.

The finger stayed on the chin for a moment, and then landed on Wen Ling's carotid artery.

That place is the most vulnerable place of a person, with a light stroke, there will be blood pouring out, but after a while, the person will die from the bleeding.

The feeling of the cold fingertips is more terrifying than the cold poisonous snake.

And that finger finally stopped at Wen Ling's most vulnerable place, with a light press, he could even feel the flow of blood vessels under the skin.

Wen Ling's whole body froze subconsciously.

This is the body's instinctive reaction when life is threatened.

"Are you scared?" Feeling Wen Ling's stiffness, and looking at the little girl's misty eyebrows, Rong Zi smiled coldly and spoke slowly.

The lingering tone, coupled with Rong Zixian's cold expression, gave people a great sense of contrast.

In the last second, you thought that you were the spring beauty in the world, and you were whispering softly in the world with the closest person.

In the next second, it seemed like a cold winter and snowy moon, a cold dagger had already reached his neck, and that knife was handed over by the closest person.

If the blade is an inch deep, your life will be lost.

But when the blade landed there, it remained motionless. The owner of the blade seemed to appreciate it, Wen Ling's next reaction.

"Why did you come if you were afraid?" Although Rong Zixian really wanted to go down and pinch the most fragile blood vessel.

But looking at Wen Ling's clean eyes, I don't know why my heart suddenly softened, and the hand that had been staying at the blood vessel and was about to press down slowly moved to the side.

"I'm not afraid." Sensing Rong Zixian's small movements, Wen Ling smiled subconsciously, but looked at him pitifully on the surface.

After murmuring three words, he pursed his lips lightly and said in a low voice as if shy: "It's a little uncomfortable."

Fearing that Rong Zixian would not understand what he meant, Wen Ling moved his neck and said complainingly: "I feel bad after eating your fruit, so I want to come to you."

Eat your own fruit?

she knows?

Rong Zixian thought to himself that what he did was a secret, how could a scrappy chicken like Wen Ling know about it?

When he realized this, Rong Zixian was stunned for a moment.

After turning around, she smiled coolly, and slowly changed the position of her fingers, gently picking Wenling's outer shirt: "Fruit, what kind of fruit?"

After finishing speaking, the whole person approached Wen Ling a little bit, and the cold breath like hell sprayed gently on Wen Ling's side face: "You want to blackmail me so much?"

"It's your fruit, I can smell your breath on it." Wen Ling whispered aggrieved and angry.

After finishing speaking, he flattened his mouth, and his whole expression became more aggrieved: "It's you, it must be you, the breath is very sweet, I like it very much."