This feeling made Rong Zixian's heart panic for a moment, but after a while, it returned to the same as before.

Raising his hand, he gently used his fingertips to slowly grope Wen Ling's side face.

Fingertips, which were colder than his body, slid from Wen Ling's temples to his chin.

Rong Zixian's nails were obviously not long, but Wen Ling always felt that the fingertips seemed to be carrying a knife, and they were moving towards him inch by inch.

A feeling that is not very comfortable and not very easy to say.

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

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

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

It was the most vulnerable place for a person, and a slight stroke would cause blood to flow, but after a few moments, the person would die of blood.

The cold fingertips give people a feeling that is more terrifying than the cold poisonous snake.

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

Wen Ling's entire body subconsciously stiffened.

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

"Scared?" Feeling Wen Ling's stiffness, and then looking at the little girl's misty eyebrows, Rongzi smiled coldly and slowly spoke.

The restrained 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 of the world, and you were whispering softly with the people closest to you.

In the next second, it seemed to be a cold winter and snow, and a cold dagger had reached his neck, and the knife was handed over by the person closest to him.

The blade is an inch deeper, and the little life will not be saved.

But when the blade fell there, it didn't move, and the owner of the blade seemed to appreciate it, and Wen Ling's reaction was next.

"Why do you want to come when you're scared?" Although Rong Zixian really wanted to go down with one hand and pinch open 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 was originally staying at the blood vessels and was ready to press down slowly moved to the side.

"I'm not afraid." Feeling Rong Zixian's small movements, Wen Ling smiled in his consciousness, but on the surface, he looked at each other pitifully.

After muttering three words, he pursed his lips lightly, and whispered as if shy: "It's a little uncomfortable." ”

Afraid that Rong Zixian wouldn't understand what he meant, Wen Ling moved his neck, and said as if complaining: "It's only after eating your fruit that I feel uncomfortable, so I want to come to you." ”

Eat your own fruit?

She knows?

Rong Zixian thinks that what he does is secret, how can Wen Ling, a waste material spicy chicken, know about it?

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

After the other way, he smiled coldly, his fingers slowly changed places, and he gently picked Wen Ling's coat: "Fruit, what fruit?" ”

After finishing speaking, the whole person approached Wen Ling a few points, and the cold breath like hell was gently sprayed on Wen Ling's side face: "You want to slander me like this?" ”

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

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

(End of chapter)