Depend on!

This bad old woman is really bad!

So, An Yijing secretly sneered, and his eyes moved to his mouth.

He is a good-looking person, and even his mouth is very good-looking, and he kisses him on tiptoe.

Before, he had always taken her, but now that she took the initiative, she was still a little unaccustomed to it.

Her kiss was so raw that she was embarrassed to stick out her tongue.

The lips were instantly pasted with a piece of softness, Ning Zhiyuan was stunned at first, and then his eyes narrowed, and a blurry color appeared in his eyes.

This little thing, this time actually took the initiative?

So, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he immediately turned against the guest.

He expertly pried open her teeth, then rampaged in, exploring.

Not~

Her face was so red that she forgot to breathe for a while.

"Be good, don't get distracted, study hard!" He saw her wandering, and reminded her vaguely unhappily.

Not......

For a moment, she felt that she was almost out of breath, so she tightened her grip on his waist and pinched him, signaling him to stop.

There was a pain in his waist, and he opened his eyes lazily, only to see that her face was flushed.

Why was she so nervous that she forgot to ventilate?

So, with a smile in his eyes, he slowly let go of the hand that was holding her.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" She coughed a few more times and gasped a few times, and then slowly recovered.

At this moment, a pair of large cold hands held his face.

Not~

Again!

Isn't he afraid that after a long time, the children will pay tribute to her?

Just when she was overwhelmed by his kiss, a cold order suddenly sounded in her mind: "Take out the knife and kill him!"

Wu's mother actually asked her to kill him.

In an instant, her heart fell to a low point, but her hand still involuntarily touched her waist.

If she didn't kill, then everything she had done before would be in vain.

Perhaps due to her hesitation, she touched the knife much slower, and she didn't touch the knife for a long time.

"Ning Zhiyuan......" She said to him in a vague voice: "You must remember, I will put the knife against your chest in a while, you must push me away in time!"

Otherwise, she didn't know how to choose, she really didn't want to hurt him.

Hearing this, he finally opened his inky eyes and stared at him, but the movements of his mouth did not stop.

"yes, I know." He replied vaguely, in a somewhat casual tone.

Hearing this, An Yijing breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly moved the knife to his chest with confidence.

"It's okay to push." She said.

"Uh-huh......" He suddenly opened his eyes, and in an instant, leaned forward, and the knife plunged directly into his chest.

Instead of pushing her away, he headed for the sharp dagger.

Bright red blood quickly overflowed from the wound, but his face did not show a trace of pain, and he looked at her with a smile.

"Don't be afraid!" He whispered comfort to her as he took her hand, grasped the dagger, and pushed it in a little more.

He held her hand tightly and said to her, "I don't know why you're doing this, but as long as you want to do it, I will help you!"

As he spoke, he continued to hold her hand and stick a knife into his chest.

She's right in this position, but the heart, this madman!

She immediately let go and struggled to break free from his shackles.

The two were pulling, and from a distance it looked like she was going to stab Ning Zhiyuan, but he held hands to stop her.

In the darkness, a pair of evil eyes flashed with satisfaction.