This night was long for Ning Wan, and she even felt that Shen Jingze no longer cared about her life or death.

Late at night, a spiritual power enveloped the two of them.

The messy bed instantly returned to its original state, and even the bodies of the two people were clean, as if what had just happened was just a dream.

"Why does Wanwan have to leave?"

"Am I being mean to Wanwan?"

Shen Jingze's voice was low and hoarse. He held Ning Wan in his arms, but his eyes fell on the wrists that were tied with a belt, and in the palm of his hand was a bloody dagger.

Ning Wan probably struggled, and there was a clearly visible red mark on her bound wrist, and even a small bit of broken skin.

Seeing that Ning Wan didn't say anything, Shen Jingze didn't get angry. He brushed away the hair that covered Ning Wan's eyes and kissed her right on the eye.

After feeling the burning heat on her lower back, Ning Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her fingers clenched quietly, and her back teeth were almost broken before she squeezed out a sentence: "Chen Jingze, I am a human being, I will die."

Ning Wan's voice had long since become hoarse.

In matters like this, even if Shen Jingze restrained himself, she would always be at a disadvantage.

Shen Jingze was slightly stunned, and seemed to hear the threat in Ning Wan's words, and his tone became a little colder:

"No, Wanwan."

"Have you forgotten your husband's identity, Wanwan?"

"You can't escape, Wanwan."

Shen Jingze held Ning Wan tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

The air was filled with an extremely clear smell of blood, but the one who was injured was not Ning Wan, but Shen Jingze. Due to the constraints of the rules, he had no way to kill himself, and even the method of self-harm was done by Ning Wan.

Ning Wan couldn't understand why Shen Jingze would go so crazy. She was already trapped by him, but he still didn't let her feel at ease.

"But you're not quite that god now, are you?"

After a moment of silence, Ning Wan spoke bluntly.

The wound was on Shen Jingze's chest, and he seemed to have intentionally let the wound open. Ning Wan could even feel that her back was stained red by the wound.

The wet touch made Ning Wan feel uncomfortable.

"Wanwan, do you think it's too slow?"

Shen Jingze frowned slightly, then suddenly chuckled, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, he untied the belt on Ning Wan's wrist.

Before Ning Wan could react, he pulled the person up again.

Behind the bed curtains, Shen Jingze's chest was open, revealing the wound that had not yet healed.

He picked up the dagger that Ning Wan had thrown aside and forced it into her right hand.

"Wanwan, hold on tight and don't shake."

"Chen Jingze, I'm not kidding you."

After being forced to sit up, Ning Wan couldn't stand it anymore.

Looking at the wound on Shen Jingze's chest, Ning Wan threw the dagger in her hand aside.

If Shen Jingze really died in her hands, then she would really have no chance of completing the mission.

The cold dagger hit the floor with a sound, and the whole room fell silent for a moment.

Shen Jingze's gaze shifted from Ning Wan to the discarded dagger. His eyes darkened slightly, and his thin lips parted slightly. "Wan Wan is so angry because she's afraid that if I return to the God Realm, she won't be able to escape anymore?"

After her thoughts were exposed, Ning Wan opened her lips slightly, wanting to say something.

But as soon as she spoke, Shen Jingze reached out and hugged her.

His hand fell to the back of her neck, and before she could break free, the kiss fell again, robbing her of her breath.

Ning Wan's pupils dilated slightly, and she clearly felt that a dagger was stuffed into her right hand again. He didn't even let go of her hand, but instead guided and forced her to hold the dagger tightly.

Seeing that things were becoming increasingly beyond his expectations, Ning Wan had no choice but to take a gamble.

"Don't you want to know why I was able to save you in time those two times?"

The tip of the knife entered his body, and the wound, which had not yet healed, looked even more serious.

"Wanwan, are you planning to be honest with your husband?"

"No rush, we have plenty of time to talk slowly."

Shen Jingze's eyes were as dark as ink. Ning Wan's body was shaking uncontrollably, but her hands were pulling back desperately.

"If you die, I will die too."

In a hurry, Ning Wan spoke, and her half-truths and half-lies made Shen Jingze stunned.

Ning Wan seized the opportunity and broke free from Shen Jingze's hand, threw the dagger that was supposed to be on the ground out again, and then shrank into the corner of the bed at an extremely fast speed.

Shen Jingze really didn't intend to give Ning Wan any chance to resist, so much so that Ning Wan couldn't even get out of bed alone.

"Wanwan, do you think I will believe it?"

Shen Jingze smiled, but his heart tightened.

But looking at Ning Wan in the corner, he felt that this was her way of deceiving him.

“Chen Jingze, I really didn’t lie to you.”

"I am not you. I only have one life. Even if you are a god, you can't save me."

On the surface, Ning Wan pitifully tried to negotiate terms with Shen Jingze, even gathering herself together.

In fact, I had other ideas in my mind.

After briefly escaping from Shen Jingze's control, Ning Wan asked tentatively, "Xiao Qi?"

Just when Ning Wan thought that Xiao Qi would not be able to speak again, Xiao Qi's voice came again.

[Host, Xiaoqi is here.]

"Is there any kind of medicine that will kill you soon? If Shen Jingze spits it out, I will spit it out too."

After receiving Xiao Qi's reply, Ning Wan expressed her needs without even thinking.

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