Rebirth of an all-powerful wife: Husband, let's have a baby!

The voice of condensation is like an ice cone, which spits out quietly, but the words pierce the hearts of the people.

He stood up and walked up to the man. He looked like an emperor overlooking everything.

"Death, or, life is better than death."

The man raised his head. His bloody face was more terrible than the faces Ye Zhixing saw in his dream. His lips were swollen and it was difficult to make a sound, "say... I... say..."

Zhan Jun turned around, and his eyes just caught a beautiful shadow of a white skirt upstairs.

Ye Zhixing was so frightened that he turned his back, covered his chest and gasped.

Should he have seen it just now?

Fortunately, there was cream at her feet who didn't know when to run back, otherwise she had to cry out in shock.

Who could have thought that in front of her, Zhan Jun, who looked heartless and heartless, was no different from the living king of hell.

She... People who have died once are afraid.

God, who the hell is she dealing with? The devil?

It's not that she hasn't seen bad people, but in front of a person, life and death are like nothing, which is terrible.

Ye Zhixing was about to sneak back to the room. With a swish, the cream in her arms ran past. She turned around, and her slender and strong arm leaned over, suppressing her in the space narrow with the wall and swallowing all the air in front of her.

The man's clear and mellow breath swept her cheeks like the wind.

Ye Zhixing stared at him. When did he come up?

He was dressed in black and spotless, but what was bright in Ye Zhixing's mind was the picture filled with blood just now, and his clothes seemed to be stained with mottled blood.

"Hands are a little cold..."

He brushed her cheek, as if he didn't see the fear in her eyes, squeezed her hand as usual and whispered.

She jerked her shoulder and subconsciously shrank back, but she couldn't earn it.

Half a ring, he took the initiative to let go, then squatted down and picked up her feet.

The soles of her feet were warm. Ye Zhixing found that he put on slippers for her by himself.

Men's slippers are not very suitable. They are very spacious, but they are better than nothing.

He stood up, with a consistent evil smile on his face, "he has just recovered from his serious illness. Go back to his room and stay."

After a pause, "adults talk about things, children don't come out."

“……”

The painting style came back, and the familiar man in front of him.

But who said that there was no generation gap between him and her?

Now you think you're an adult?

Cut!

Ye Zhixing tilted her lips, but somehow she found herself reading him for the first time.

It looks like a light smile, but it seems to hide something.

He's afraid of her, afraid of him?

Ye Zhixing wanted to read again, but the mood at the bottom of his eyes flashed away.

After that, ye Zhixing stayed in the room and didn't come out again.

She was afraid of having nightmares when she saw the bloody picture. She had enough nightmares every night

During this period, only aunt Fang sent some delicious desserts from time to time. She never saw Zhan Junyu again.

She privately thought that he was deliberately avoiding her.

At night——

After watching such a bloody picture during the day, ye Zhixing did not have a nightmare, but a wild spring and dream.

The hot body like a soldering iron was close to her. At the same time, it was still sucking and biting her soft lips, like eating with relish.

This breath, this feeling, deja vu, stirred Ye Zhixing over and over.

But no matter which side you turn, the feeling of dryness and heat goes with you, rising higher and higher, and the thermometer is on the verge of bursting.