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

Slightly stunned.

Bao Jinghan looked at the shiny blade that was shining coldly from the corner of his eye, and shook his fingertips without leaving any marks.

But in the next second, she poked the sharp blade back into the cap of the pen.

Twist in the opposite direction.

Then he "respectfully" handed back the murder weapon that had changed back into the shape of a pen.

"Such a commemorative thing, you'd better keep it for yourself! I——can't use it!"

Look at her disgusted expression.

Ivan raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, but didn't pick it up.

"This is a duplicate, my original one, now lying in my cousin's coffin!"

coffin? !

Doesn't that mean he won't let him go even if he dies?

This monstrous man really deserves to be a monstrosity... so ruthless!

Taking a deep breath indiscriminately, Bao Jinghan raised his head to meet Ivan's meaningful gaze, exhaled slowly, and slightly loosened his grip on the pen holder, but he didn't intend to send it to him again.

"Ivan, what do you mean by telling me this?"

"It's a friendly reminder..."

There was a slight pause in his voice, and Ivan, who was looking down at her, suddenly made a quick move, and the moment she dodged, he grabbed her neck.

But this kind of restraint does not have any sense of crisis potential.

Bao Jinghan seemed to feel it, but he was just startled, and then relaxed.

Staring into his deep blue eyes, the originally tense corners of his mouth gradually raised a faint charm.

"Count, your friendly reminder is really special!"

Fingertips rubbing against her neck.

Bao Jinghan seemed to be able to feel that her main artery was just under his cold fingertips.

Every inch of movement is permeated with misunderstood ambiguity and creepy evil spirit!

<bthia，我们这个圈子里，想成为强者，想在阴谋阳谋里胜出，就绝对不要有感情！如果有一天，本应该是你最亲近的人，朝你亮出了刀子。那么，记住我刚才的话，用这把刀子，捅他最柔软的地方。哪怕那里有你的存在，也不要犹豫……只有那样，你才能活下去！”

closest person?

The softest place?

With her... with her existence?

Ivan's words were like a mess with a hidden answer, rolling and rolling in her mind, crushing her originally clear thoughts.

What does he mean by that?

Is it to remind her that her closest person is her enemy?

Where is the softest place where she exists?heart?

A mystery leads to another mystery.

Bao Jinghan, who became more and more confused as he thought about it, simply suppressed the mystery in his heart, suppressed the complicated expression in his eyes, and looked up at Ivan.

The crimson and coquettish lips moved slightly with her swaying, provoking a charming and seductive smile without any emotion.

"Ivan... I have accepted your gift, can you let me go now?"

"of course."

Letting go, Ivan habitually took half a step back.

Bao Jinghan, who was within sight of him, did the same thing as him.

"Sure enough, those who have been trained since childhood are different from those who are half-way monks like me!"

Bao Jinghan touched his neck, said something jokingly, then raised the "pen" in his hand at him, turned around and was about to open the door and leave.