The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Sometimes, to ignite a person, all you need is a word, a look, or even an inadvertent turning around, or even looking back.

Just like Wen Ling at this time.

Originally, in Rong Zixian's eyes, this person should be the kind who would be immediately chilled by his own slap.

However, at this time the moonlight is thick, and people are in pairs.

The little girl's eyebrows are like spring water, her flour is like peaches, and her voice is soft and has a coquettish ending.

Especially the last tone, slightly raised, with a provocative meaning.

Rong Zixian felt that the moonlight tonight must be too moving, that's why he unconsciously moved his mind.

In the past, the seven emotions and six desires that had never been noticed at all seemed to be found back in an instant this night.

He conveniently made a barrier, and then made a paper man, as his stand-in, looking at the plantation.

As for him and Wen Ling, they had already been pulled into the barrier by him.

From Rong Zixian's point of view, since the spring is alluring, why should he be hard on himself?

So what if he exposed his true strength in front of Wen Ling?

This person, or will be circled to death in the future, will be his people.

either...

After the incident, it directly became a corpse.

In Rong Zixian's bones, he was not a good person in the first place.

Although this kind of thing has never been done before, it might as well try it now.

Thinking of this, Rong Zixian's voice was deep and hoarse, and he gritted his teeth heavily and said, "Wen Ling, you asked for this."

Although, he didn't intend to let her go.

It's just that there are some things that he didn't want to do in the past, but just wanted to torture people.

But now, it is uncontrollable and uncontrollable.

Now that I speak harsh words again, I always feel that there is a feeling of being at a disadvantage and wanting to regain some ground.

Unfortunately, Rong Zixian didn't realize it.

In the plantation under the moonlight, the green plants shook their young leaves gently, as if the moonlight slowly came out, so the young leaves shyly hid under the stems again.

But because of the cool evening wind, the tender leaves themselves could not help shivering.

The moonlight didn't seem to realize that tonight's night was different. After rising high, it was the same as before, slowly overlooking all living beings.

It looks indifferent and ruthless, but it always makes people yearn for it.

How many people have dreamed of the moon palace in the endless place?

The young leaves do not know, neither does the stem.

They seem to be playing a little game where you chase me, you come and I hide.

The young leaves are obviously extremely shy, and have already avoided the dark place, but when a ray of love extends from the stem, they unconsciously unfold their own young leaves, and slowly accept the existence that is one with it.

They don't flower with each other, there is no need for the flowers to miss the leaves, and the leaves need to avoid the flowers, and there is no need to wait another three thousand years before the flowers and leaves collide.

Here, the evening breeze is cool, and the young leaves that were shrunk slowly embraced its stems, using their own love and tenderness to contain and wrap each other bit by bit, and then under the moonlight, revealing A little shy rustle.

Although the evening wind is cool, it is extraordinarily soft.

The young leaves were blown by the night wind, as if a little embarrassed, they carefully hid behind the stem, and then slowly poked out their little heads.

But the stem didn't want the young leaves to go around behind him, so he tried to straighten himself up, and then dragged the young leaves out domineeringly, letting the other party wrap himself up with warmth and love again.

That kind of touch and tenderness is what stems want most.

Little angels who have already started work, take care to protect yourself~

Thank you little angels for your rewards and tickets, refills~