Dressed as a paranoid villain

Chapter 115 As long as Wanwan likes it
Lin Wan lowered her head and looked at the ground, and whispered, "Is there anything wrong with the Young Palace Master?"

"I haven't been here for a few days, do you miss me?" Ning Xiuxie stretched out his slender fingertips to caress the broken hair on her forehead.

Lin Wan took a step back like a frightened rabbit.

Ning Xiuxie looked deeply at the fingers in mid-air.

After a while, he put down his finger, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Wanwan, do you really hate me now?"

Lin Wan raised her head and took a quick glance at his increasingly gloomy face, then shook her head quickly.

"No, no, how could I hate the Young Palace Master?"

"Young Palace Mistress is my savior."

Hearing the sound, a dark color flashed across the man's eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Then why is Wanwan hiding from me and afraid of me?"

Lin Wan lowered her head and remained silent for a long time, her eyelids trembling.

How dare I say this?
Said you hacked me to death?

Lin Wan raised her head slightly and said with a smile, "No, the Young Palace Mistress was wrong."

"No?" Ning Xiuxie frowned, with a gloomy look in his eyes, and said coldly, "Wanwan, I want to hear you tell the truth."

"otherwise……"

He didn't continue to say the following words, but Lin Wan could already think of them from his gloomy and cold face.

Ugh……

Lin Wan rolled her eyes, raised her eyes to glance at him, bit her lip and said, "Young Palace Master really wants to know?"

Ning Xiuxie nodded.

"The Young Palace Mistress promises that she will never be angry."

Ning Xiuxie nodded again.

"Young Palace Mistress, let's make an oath first." Lin Wan was still a little worried, and she even wanted Ning Xiuxie to write a letter of guarantee.

"I, Ning Xiuxie, will never go back on what I said." The man's eyes were cold, like knives.

cough cough...

Lin Wan raised her eyelids and glanced at him, gritted her teeth, then closed her eyes and finished speaking in one breath: "Young Palace Master always loses his temper and gets angry when he disagrees with me. Or that move and it tore me."

"And I hope the Young Palace Master won't force me to do something I don't want to do."

After speaking in one breath, she didn't dare to open her eyes for a long time, her heart beat faster than a rabbit, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

For a long time, Lin Wan didn't hear Ning Xiuxie's voice, and opened her eyes curiously.

The man stood opposite without saying a word, his facial features were exquisite like a carefully carved ice lotus, his lips were tightly pursed, and his complexion was extremely pale.

"Young Palace Master?" Although Lin Wan was a little scared, she felt inexplicably nervous seeing him like this.

The man still ignored her.

Lin Wan boldly walked over, stretched out a finger and poked the man's shoulder.

The man looked tall and tall but was actually very thin, with no flesh at all, so when she poked it, her fingers still hurt a little.

The man moved and turned his head.

Lin Wan immediately took a step back in fright.

The man stopped moving, like a statue, quietly staring at Lin Wan with his obsidian eyes.

Lin Wan didn't know what was wrong, but she caught a trace of sadness in his eyes?
Lin Wan's heart skipped a beat.

She moved over with small steps, tugged at his sleeve, and whispered: "Actually, I didn't hate you when I said this, but just wanted you to change your temper."

"I don't live long if I have a bad temper, you know."

The man looked up at her, finally there was some brilliance in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Really?"

For some reason, Lin Wan saw that he always coincided with Xiao Baihua's figure in his appearance.

Alas, maybe I miss Xiaobaihua too much.

Lin Wan sighed in relief and nodded, "Really."

"As long as you change your temper, many people will like you."

"I don't want others to like it, as long as Wanwan likes it." A man's low voice suddenly came from my ear.

Lin Wan raised her head and looked at his eyebrows from her chin.

The bridge of the nose is high, the brows are lightly swept, the profile of the face is perfect, and the long and narrow eyes are staring at him intently at this moment, as if his eyes are all about himself.

A pair of cold eyes are full of deep affection and focus on himself.

　I lost several places on the free list, crying bitterly! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)