Chapter 616： Avenue Soaring 46

Chapter 616 The avenue soars 46

The feeling of    made Rong Zixian's heart feel a momentary panic, but in a moment, it returned to the original state.

Raised his hand, gently using his fingertips, slowly groping for Wen Ling's side face.

The fingertips, which are colder than the body, slid from Wen Ling's temple to the chin.

Rong Zixian’s nails are obviously not long, but Wen Ling always feels that the fingertips seem to be carrying a knife, and they are lagging behind him inch by inch.

It feels uncomfortable and not easy to talk about.

"Which is cooler?" Rong Zixian didn't know why, he didn't like Wen Ling saying that he was cold.

So, with cooler fingertips, slowly scratch Wen Ling's face.

The finger was on the chin, it only stayed for a while, and then it landed on Wen Ling's carotid artery.

The place    is the most vulnerable place for a person. With a single stroke, blood will be poured out, but after a while, the person will die because of the bleeding.

The feeling of cold fingertips is even more terrifying than a cold poisonous snake.

And that finger finally stopped at the most vulnerable place of Wen Ling, and with a light press, he could even feel the flow of blood vessels under the skin.

Wen Ling's whole body became stiff subconsciously.

This is the instinctive reaction of the body when life is threatened.

"Afraid?" Feeling Wen Ling's stiffness, and then looking at the little girl's misty eyebrows, Rong Zixian smiled coldly and spoke slowly.

The tone of   缱绻, coupled with Rong Zixian's cold expression, gives a great contrast.

For the last second, you thought that you are the spring of the world, and you are muttering softly with the closest people.

The next second, but it seemed like a cold winter and snowy moon, a cold dagger had reached the neck, and the knife was handed over by the closest person.

The blade is one inch deep, and his life cannot be saved.

But the blade fell there and remained motionless. The owner of the blade seemed to appreciate it, Wen Ling's next reaction.

"Why do you come if you are afraid?" Although Rong Zixian wanted to go down, pinch open the most fragile blood vessel.

But looking at Wen Ling's clean eyes, he didn't know why his heart suddenly softened. The hand that was originally staying in the blood vessel and was ready to press, slowly moved to the side.

"No fear." Feeling Rong Zixian's small movements, Wen Ling's consciousness was grinning, but on the surface, he looked at each other pitifully.

After murmured three words, he pressed his lips lightly, and said softly, "It's a little uncomfortable."

I was afraid that Rong Zixian would not understand what he meant, Wen Ling moved his neck, and seemed to complain: "It was only after eating your fruit that I felt uncomfortable, so I came to you."

Eat your own fruit?

she knows?

Rong Zixian thinks that the secret of his own work, how could Wen Ling know this little spicy chicken from waste material?

When    realized this, Rong Zixian's face was startled for a moment.

After turning around, she smiled coolly, her fingers slowly changed places, and gently picked Wen Ling's coat: "Fruit, what fruit?"

After finishing speaking, the whole person approached Wen Ling a little bit, and the cold air like **** sprayed gently on Wen Ling's side face: "You want to frustrate me like that?"

"It's your fruit, I can smell your breath on it." Wen Ling whispered, both aggrieved and angry.

After finishing speaking, she flattened her mouth, and her whole expression became even more aggrieved: "It's you, it must be you, that smell is very sweet, I like it very much."

(End of this chapter)