Chapter 601: Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless (74)

Breathing seemed to have become an extremely difficult thing.

He doesn't have much ability, and he has been mediocre until now. He doesn't have any particularly great ambitions. He just wants to live simply and ordinary. His originally ordinary life was broken and the person who made him a mess waved his sleeves and left. He was still struggling hard on the spot.

What are you struggling with? Is it the person's pity or the person's gaze.

Or maybe they all, even if they are treated as a clown, they are at least noticed.

But now... even this power of attention is plundered.

That's really sad.

I can't go back, I can't go back, and life without that person has become an extremely difficult thing.

"Wen Xien, it would be great if I didn't meet you."

The hoarse voice seemed to come from the old man's throat. Lu Guining suppressed the choking in his throat desperately, not wanting to make himself look so spineless, but his tears were not good enough and he could not control it.

Wen Xien seemed to know something, and Hongyan's mouth moved slightly.

Lu Guining picked up the knife in his hand and put it on his neck with a smile. Blood flowed out, and Lu Guining's pupils were empty.

The blade fell to the ground, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger. Wen Xien looked at the person lying on the ground and his pupils shook slightly.

She had no intention of killing Lu Guining. Even the original owner would not kill him, because she knew clearly that as long as she killed Lu Guining, she and Zhou Nan would really not be able to go back.

So even if Lu Guining did so too much, Wen Xien would only drive him out of the castle. As for the future, it depends on his luck.

Lu Guining was very smart. Wen Xien didn't believe that he didn't see this, but it was because he saw this day clearly that he died in front of Wen Xien.

Lu Guining will prick it between Wen Xien and Zhou Nan like a thorn.

Isn’t this another kind of revenge?

Wen Xien felt very cold, Ji Zheng hugged Wen Xien tightly, but the chill from all directions still came in waves.

She is obviously a vampire, why is she so cold? She is so cold that she trembles from her body to her heart.

What would happen if Zhou Nan knew about it?

It can't be blamed on her? She doesn't want this person to die, he himself...

"Don't look." Ji Zheng reached out to cover Wen Xien's eyes. He glanced at the corpse on the ground indifferently and disgustedly, and patted Wen Xien's thin back lightly and gently: "Your Highness, it's okay, it's not your fault."

Wen Xien lowered her head, and her black hair covered her face, making it difficult to see her expression.

The faint cold fragrance wrapped in the strong smell of blood made Ji Zheng extremely obsessed. He smelled it carefully, and the gentle and comforting slap on his hands also turned into an ambiguous caress. Unfortunately, the lost Prince did not notice his small movements.

This led to the restless dog becoming more and more rampant. He slowly lowered his head, and his lips kissed His Highness the Prince's hair inadvertently. Then, he burned everything as if he could burn all the heat and eyes, and slowly approached towards him who had coveted countless days and nights but resented countless days and nights.

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The wound on Wen Xien's hand healed after a while. She changed into a dress before she returned to the room.

As soon as the door opened, a tall figure rushed over and his whole body was tightly held.

Wen Xien's face was a little painful when his scorching and hard chest hit him, and his head was dizzy. Before he could speak, the man hurriedly buried his head in her neck, accusing her of wrongdoing.

"My wife is lying to someone, I've counted to a thousand, and my wife hasn't come back yet, wuwu..."

Wen Xien sighed and patted his head comfortably. Zhou Nan lowered his head reluctantly, his eyes were red, probably because he had just cried.

After rubbing the corners of his eyes, a gentle smile appeared on Wen Xien's pale and sick face, coaxing: "It's my fault, I won't do it in the future."

Zhou Nan stared at Wen Xien's beautiful and white face, and was bewitched over, rubbed her cheeks against her cheeks, and took the opportunity to quickly stick out her tongue and lick it.

Then, he hummed in a low voice, "Wife Xiangxiang, I, I want to lick my wife..."

"Um--"

Wen Xien deliberately extended his voice, with a smile on his voice, and then said tolerantly, "Then you lick it."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Nan's eyes lit up, hugging her neck, licking her pale and delicate cheeks like a long-coveted pug, and licking the corners of her bright red eyes.

I didn't dare to bite my teeth, but my skin became a shiny layer, licking it hungrily.

Wen Xien originally wanted to tease him, or to test whether he was really stupid or fake, but he didn't expect that he was so fascinated by licking like a dog.

Wen Xien turned his head and the man stretched his neck to chase him, unyielding, anxious and rude.

His eyes were lit up and begging.

"Wife, think, think...want to sleep with your wife..."

Finally, the few words hesitant to say are almost unheard of. I don’t know whether this sleep is really simple or what sleep is.

Wen Xien couldn't bear it and pushed his face aside. His eyes were blushed, and his ears were red as white jade. I don't know if the expression on his face was shy or annoyed, "Don't talk nonsense."

Zhou Nan cried out, tears pouring out, sobbing, "Then, can I lick my wife again? Xiangxiang, my wife Xiangxiang..."

"no!"

Wen Xien ignored his pitiful expression and asked the butler to take Zhou Nan to the room next to him, not allowing this fool to act like a hooligan.

However, Zhou Nan responded very much and pushed the butler away, as if he still remembered that the butler locked himself in this room and couldn't get out of Wen Xien, staring at him resentful.

"Bad man! You are a bad man! I want to be with my wife!"

He held Wen Xien tightly. He originally wanted to hold hands, but was afraid that excessive touch would cause disgust, so he just pinched Wen Xien's corner and stared at her and kept repeating, "Wife, I want my wife, I just want my wife..."

Climbs like a pug.

The tearful eyes were afraid that Wen Xien would drive him out, so poorly that Wen Xien could not say anything serious.

She sighed and patted the man on the head, "I didn't want to drive you away, I just let you sleep next to you. We are very close, I'm next to you."

The housekeeper is not as gentle as Wen Xien. He just thinks that this man is extremely noisy and might as well not be stupid. If he is stupid, he is like a clingy spirit. This makes his Highness unable to rest well. His Highness is originally in poor health.

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(End of this chapter)
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