Hua Ling blinked, although she knew that they had always been at odds with each other, she didn't expect it at all.

He didn't even ask, he stood by her side unconditionally.

Hua Ling buried her face in his shoulder, held his hand, and tightened it a little.

Although she never thought of letting him carry it, her heart was still inexplicably warm.

Rong Sheng patted her on the back gently, as if coaxing his little baby: "Are you sleepy?" Sleep for a while? ”

Hua Ying shook her head: "I can't sleep." ”

When I closed my eyes, the stickiness in my hands, and the sound of the man slamming to the ground, were cut into the major arteries, and I couldn't even make a sound.

She didn't even dare to look back.

It was only after that she realized that she had really done it.

Although she didn't regret killing that person, even after taking revenge, the depression over the years dissipated, and her nerves were too sober because of excitement.

But she always kills people, and that feeling makes her excited, inexplicably a little depressed, and a little difficult to breathe.

Rong Sheng only felt a little distressed in his heart: "If you don't want to sleep, you won't sleep, I'll stay with you here, and I'll not go anywhere." ”

Hua Yu just hugged him tightly, and her mind was blank: "Fiancé, why are you being so good to me?" ”

Rong Sheng chuckled in her ear: "How can there be so many why?" Because it's you, because the Lord is willing. ”

This sentence, with his usual characteristic flirtatious tone, actually made her feel very kind.

Her fiancé is really still the ruffian and dissolute man he was at the beginning.

Hua Xuan's heart warmed, and she suddenly turned around, and the whole person straddled him and hugged his neck.

She wore a bathrobe, and because of her movements, the neckline was slightly open, revealing her fair neck.

Rong Sheng was shocked by his fiancée's bold action, his brows twisted slightly, and he pulled up the quilt next to him to wrap her: "Don't catch a cold." ”

"Fiancé, I might be sick." Hua Ling's cold fingertips cupped his face, and her forehead pressed against his.

Rong Sheng's heart skipped a beat, staring at her face carefully, a little nervous: "What's wrong, where are you uncomfortable?" ”

Hua Ling stared at his eyes, the red lips were no more than ten centimeters away from his thin lips, and they breathed opposite each other: "I just killed someone......"

"Hmm." Rong Sheng hugged her waist and answered in a low voice, looking very serious.

"I just killed someone...... Isn't this the most terrible, the most terrible thing is that I actually feel very excited, in this case, will I become a murderer? Hua Ling lowered her head and kissed him lightly on his thin lips: "Will you be afraid of me and dislike me in the future?" ”

Rong Sheng was a little dazed by this sudden kiss, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Don't be afraid, how can there be such a cute murderer?" ”

No matter what she becomes, he is cute and cute, and my wife is so cute in whatever she does.

Hua Ying held his face and sighed: "Fiancé, wake up, they generally call you lust-ling-wisdom-faint." ”

Rong Sheng laughed, almost couldn't stop, his voice was very low, and even his chest resonated: "Then let's faint, anyway, they're all used to it." ”

The man's subwoofer-like voice made people's ears tingle.

His current symptoms are that the world is big, his wife is the biggest, and everything his wife says is right.