The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Listening to Wen Ling's subconscious answer while half asleep and half awake.

Rong Zixian's gloomy complexion finally looked a little better.

He was biting Wen Ling's neck heavily at first, but now he loosened it slowly, leaving a row of extremely obvious bloodstains on it.

Such traces also appeared on Rong Zixian's body.

Of course, it wasn't bitten by myself, or it was accidentally done during practice, or it was left behind when fighting fierce beasts.

He likes the stimulation of blood, so he never cleaned these wounds carefully.

In many places, there are even scars on purpose.

But when these scars fell on Wen Ling's fair skin, Rong Zixian only felt that they were extraordinarily glaring.

When I bite, I just feel that my heart is dark.

After biting, I unconsciously began to regret my impulse.

Rong Zixian didn't know if his current mentality was normal.

However, the warmth in his arms is real.

Although he was the one who plotted against the little girl, she also plotted against him earlier in the morning, so it was barely even.

After all, from Rong Zixian's point of view, it was not the soft and well-behaved girl in his arms who plotted against him.

However, in Rong Zixian's heart, he could barely regard it as her.

Cold fingers gently caressed the place where he had bitten.

The place that had been bloodshot before, after being caressed by Rong Zixian's fingers, became white again, as if it had never been injured.

Seeing that it was as smooth as ever, Rong Zixian's complexion barely looked better, but it was still scary dark.

I always feel that it is good to leave a mark, but I also feel that if such a mark is placed on Wen Ling, he will be the one who will feel distressed in the end.

"What should we do?" When the young leaves and stems in the plantation were slapping happily, Rong Zixian leaned close to Wen Ling's ear and asked softly.

A rare gentle voice, a rare pampering and soft tone.

Rong Zixian never thought that one day his tone would become so soft, the little girl in his arms seemed to be like a piece of porcelain that would break at the touch of a touch.

If he exerts a little force, or speaks a little loudly, the other party will be frightened and smashed.

"Huh?" Wen Ling has slowly regained consciousness at this moment, after all, Gan Gan's occasional domineering still completely shakes Wen Ling awake.

Hearing Rong Zixian's voice, but couldn't hear what he said clearly, so he raised his cute little eyebrows, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Rong Zixian suspiciously.

"You are mine, remember?" Rong Zixian didn't think about it, so he stopped asking Wen Ling, but pecked Wen Ling's ear tip lightly.

Then he spoke in a dumb voice.

"Of course, it will always be." Seeing Rong Zixian's complexion was not very good-looking, Wen Ling felt that his desire to survive was still very strong.

So, at this time, she obediently expressed that she would always be his.

Of course, always will be, and hopefully always will be.

After all, the former benefactor was like a god in the heart of Little Ginseng.

Now, the god descended to earth and was with her.

The little ginseng essence felt that she must have had a great fortune in her previous life, that's why she was so favored by heaven in this life.

Receiving Wen Ling's response, seeing the little girl's clean eyes and serious expression, Rong Zixian's heavy complexion slowly eased.

It's just that a person who is used to indifference, even if he softened his face, he was still cold, without any human touch.