Magic cool husband only loves his naughty wife

"I really want to run. You won't let me run." He slowly turned back and looked at the glittering scalpel in his hand. Le Xiaocha couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva in fear. I didn't expect that he looked like a weak scholar, but he had such a powerful flying knife and scalpel. God, she shouldn't have provoked a cruel role. Is it really going to kill her? Oh, no

"Yo, when did you become so obedient? I told you to stop, just stop. What did you call me just now? Try again. " The beautiful face rose with a friendly smile, but there was no smile in his blue eyes like the deep sea. He paced slowly in front of her, and the sharp blade of the scalpel fell less than one centimeter from her cheek. As long as his hand made an effort below, her bulletproof face would suffer.

"I... I didn't call you anything. Your scalpel, can you not be so close to me?" Alas, the dead man is a sissy. She used such indiscriminate means to frighten her. She didn't want to disfigure. Looking at the scalpel in front of her, she was almost soft with fear, and her eyes stared at his hand.

"Really? Didn't you shout very well just now? You're a sissy, aren't you? If you have the guts, try calling again. " The smile on his face was more gentle and harmless, just like a kind angel, but the words he said frightened the little spot in front of him.

"Oh, I didn't call you sissy. Absolutely not. You heard wrong." Who dares to admit being threatened with a knife? Le Xiaocha quickly smiled and said that she had thrown away the set of teaching that was powerful and unyielding.

"Well, I heard wrong this time. Next time I hear those three words again, I'll engrave them on your face with a scalpel. Do you remember?" With a turn of the wrist, he gestured the sharp tip of the knife against her white and tender face.

"No, no, I can't write those three words at all. Can the tip of your knife leave my face?" If she is accidentally cut, she won't have to marry in her life. Le Xiaocha looks at the scalpel close at hand in horror, and even the atmosphere doesn't dare to breathe.

"Tut Tut, I thought how brave you are. You are so afraid of my scalpel. Don't worry, my scalpel is very gentle and never does anything special to beautiful women." The tip of the knife shook in front of her eyes. It was so beautiful that women couldn't help being jealous. Her face rose with an angel smile. It was very kind and harmless

"Really?" Hearing what he said, Le Xiaocha's heart hung high, and his face immediately raised a friendly smile.

"Of course, but are you a beautiful woman? Little one! " As soon as the conversation turned, the angel became a devil.

"You... You devil, what do you want?" The smile on Le Xiaocha's face froze. She knew he was not kind. He was clearly teasing her. She decided not to bow to the evil forces.

"Don't want to do anything. Give me your cell phone." The white but powerful thick palm stretched forward.

"No, I can't give you my cell phone." Having said so much, it turned out that his goal was her mobile phone. Le Xiaocha immediately nervously stretched out her hand to cover her pocket wearing her mobile phone and stared at him in fear. She worked so hard to collect these photos. Without these photos, the theme of her thesis would be gone.