Listening to Wen Ling's half-asleep half-awake answer, he subconsciously replied.

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

Originally, he was still biting Wen Ling's neck heavily, but now it slowly let go, leaving a row of extremely obvious blood marks on it.

Such traces are also on Rong Zixian's body.

Of course, it wasn't bitten by yourself, or you didn't intentionally get it when you were practicing, or you left it behind when you were fighting a fierce beast.

He liked the stimulus of blood, so he never cleaned the wounds carefully.

In many places, there are even intentional scars.

But when these scars fell on Wen Ling's fair skin, Rong Zixian only felt extremely dazzling.

When I bite, I only felt that my heart was dark.

After biting, I unconsciously began to regret my impulsiveness.

Rong Zixian doesn't know if his current psychology is normal.

However, the warmth in the arms is real.

Although he calculated the little girl, the little girl also calculated him early in the morning, and it was barely even.

After all, in Rong Zixian's opinion, it is not the delicate and well-behaved little girl in his arms who calculates him.

However, in Rong Zixian's heart, she could barely be regarded as her.

The cold fingers gently stroked the place where he had bitten.

The place where there was already bloodshot was caressed by Rong Zixian's fingers, and it was white again, as if it had never been injured there.

Looking at the smooth place as before, Rong Zixian's face was barely good-looking, but it was still black and scary.

I always feel that it's good to leave a mark, but I feel that if that kind of brand is put on Wen Ling, he is the one who feels distressed in the end.

"What are we going to do?" When the young leaves and stems in the plantation were beating Zhenghuan, Rong Zixian approached Wen Ling's ear and asked softly.

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

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

The slightest exertion, or the slightest loud speech, would intimidate the other party and shatter.

"Huh?" Wen Ling had slowly regained his consciousness at this time, after all, the occasional domineering of the stem still shook Wen Ling up completely.

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

"You're mine, remember?" Rong Zixian didn't think about it himself, so he didn't ask Wen Ling more, but pecked the tip of Wen Ling's ear, very lightly.

Then he spoke in a dumb voice.

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

Therefore, at this time, he obediently said that he would always be his.

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

After all, once upon a time, the benefactor was a god-like existence in the heart of the little ginseng essence.

Now, the gods have descended to earth and are with her.

The little ginseng spirit felt that he must have had a great creation in his previous life, so he would be so favored by the Heavenly Dao in this life.

After receiving Wen Ling's response, looking at the little girl's clean eyes and serious expression, Rong Zi's envious complexion slowly eased.

It's just that people who are used to being indifferent have softened their complexions, but they are still cold, and they can't see the slightest human touch.

(End of chapter)