A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

A proof question was born at this moment.

Language is a very artistic existence, and when people listen to others, they must remember to listen to all, not just half.

Because when the people present heard the first half of Bao Jinghan's sentence, few could recall it, but when she finished the second half, Ivan was the first to react, and the gaze cast on Bao Jinghan was more intriguing. appreciation.

Tsk tsk, he really likes Bao Jinghan's appearance at the moment.

Faint light shrouded her body, even though the light was warm orange, it still couldn't cover up the cool aura emanating from her body.And this coldness, mixed with the fear, tension, treachery, and a trace of blood in the air, produced an extremely coquettish charm.

At this moment, she is very beautiful, very beautiful.

It was a bit more beautiful than the figure in his memory who was wearing a carmine red dress and her snow-white hands were stained with sticky blood, and she had a similar taste.

At this moment, she is also a monster!

Lying in front of the tea table, the human-shaped rice dumpling in the center of the carpet, did not have such awareness.

He felt that Bao Jinghan's words were extremely weird.

But when Bao Jinghan stood up, walked around the coffee table, holding the table knife she said was very good, walked up to him, slowly bent down, slightly bent his legs, and gently bloomed a touch of extreme beauty at him. When smiling—

"what!!!"

The pain of suffocation, intertwined with the smell of blood, was directly fed back from his arm to his brain, quickly spreading to every nerve line.

The face of the humanoid rice dumpling was completely distorted.

Dark red, half-dried blood was hanging on his cheeks, because of the distorted shape of his face, he looked extraordinarily hideous, like a ghost in hell!

At this time, another touch of bright red slowly slid down along the tense muscle texture on his arm, covering up the originally ferocious tattoo in streaks of enchanting blood red.

The silver table knife was not moving at this moment, poking into the slightly opened mouth of the skull tattoo was as easy as inserting it into the cod steak, but the bulging blood reflected by the silver blade, But it makes people feel a creepy sense of fear, which emerges from the depths of the soul.

"Hey, let me just say, this knife is too shieldy, and it's not easy to use at all."

Bao Jinghan was so funny that he didn't hear the man's screams at all, nor did he feel the panic from his soul, but just stared at the table knife in his hand, his eyes were soft as if he was looking at the delicious food on the table.Her knuckles clenched slightly, and with a movement of her fingertips, she pulled the knife out again with a slight lift of her wrist.Then he put the knife back in front of his eyes, and looked at it very seriously. His concentration made Ivan feel the blood in his body boil, as if he had found the same kind he recognized, and excitedly resonated.

He loves Bao Jinghan like this!

And it's different from ivan, who is so psychologically strong that he's a little perverted.

The man who was tied into a rice dumpling and whose body was curled up again due to the pain, looking for a safe posture, now, after experiencing severe pain twice, has fully understood the meaning of what Bao Jinghan said earlier.

But at this moment, how dare he despise her and treat her like a mere woman?

The small ninety-nine and small abacus in my heart also turned into nothingness in this knife, leaving only endless panic, vigilance, and fear of keeping a distance!