Su Ci discovered that her daughter Rongxue's menstrual period seemed to be a little too long.
Even though she had been staying with him in the villa all the time, he became increasingly restless, as if he was competing with some imaginary enemy.
She stood up and hugged the boy's trembling body tightly.
"Rongxue is very powerful. Your wife didn't hide it from you. I just happened to see you sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up. Next time, wait until Rongxue wakes up, okay?"
Because of Rongxue's anxiety and restlessness, Su Ci coaxed him for a long time last night before he fell into a deep and relaxed sleep. She was reluctant to wake him up early.
The young man reached out to hug her back helplessly, and countless black and pink tentacles stretched out, almost wrapping Su Ci in his body.
He suppressed his sobs and said, "Okay, my wife is the best."
Even if his wife wants to kill him, he is still best off with her.
Rongxue only lets his wife kill him. If his wife fails, he will keep her in the copy forever. Humans say this is called using courtesy before force.
Although Rongxue vaguely knew that he seemed to be immortal.
But when he thought about his wife who had been planning to leave him, his silent heart became sad, like a rusty knife that was churning inside.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... My wife's kiss is sweet and painful.
He didn't even dare to ask his wife when she was going to take action against him.
Because once some words are spoken, they can never be taken back. Maybe the wife will be angry and embarrassed and will directly move up the date of the action.
Rongxue, a thrifty man, absolutely did not want to lose time for dating his wife.
Su Ci comforted the depressed boy and was about to start the sex when she found ten small tentacles tightly wrapped around her fingers.
Rongxue turned away his eyes guiltily, spread out his slender, fair hands, and muttered softly, "I've let go. I'm not holding on to my wife."
Even he himself didn't notice that at the slightest sign of his wife leaving, his clear and pleasant voice would tremble, like the whimpering of an abandoned puppy.
Su Ci sighed, touched the boy's cold palm, and squeezed her fingers into the gaps between their fingers. Although it was a little strange, it was a real interlocking of fifteen fingers.
"There's an important event coming up soon. Don't you plan on accompanying your wife, Rongxue?"
It’s very important…are we finally going to take action?
The young man pursed his pale lips, with a lingering gloom between his brows and eyes. His tone was complicated, but more of it was aggrieved.
"Can I, can I? My wife is so nice. I do."
I am willing to be killed by my wife. I am not afraid of pain at all.
He used to be not afraid of pain, but after he met his wife, he would feel severe pain even if he was scalded by hot water or hit by the corner of a table.
He cries strangely because he has a wife to comfort him, because his wife loves him.
Entering the dark basement of the villa, Rongxue looked at the various instruments, syringes, and SS-level tools placed on the disinfection table, and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.
He was about to lie down obediently when a bloody thing was faster than him. It quickly occupied the single bed, with pieces of flesh scattered everywhere.
Rong Xue: "...?"
He stared at the repairman with a sullen look.
"Ugly thing, get off my ass! If my wife wants to kill someone, she'll kill me first. It's not your turn to be so attentive here!"
The repairman's heart skipped a beat. The little girl wanted to kill the landlord? Why didn't she tell him in advance?
He felt like a remote searchlight at this moment.
Bright.
It's too bright.
Nowadays, young couples have many different ways of showing off their love.
Su Ci finally understood what Rongxue had been thinking recently.
"Melting Snow, baby, do you think these tools are meant to be used against you?"
The boy curled himself up into a small ball, hiding in the shadow in the corner of the room, his two obsidian pupils shining black.
"It's okay, my wife can do whatever she wants."
"My wife really wants to make something right now. Can Rongxue come over?"
"Okay, okay, honey, chop slower. I want to see more of you."
The black little coal ball slowly moved out of the shadow, jumped to my wife's feet, and blinked its coal-dust eyes.
The next second, his small body was held up by a pair of hands, and his wife's soft and rosy lips were imprinted on his eyes.
"Why do you have such a cute idea? My wife just wants to kiss you. Melting snow's black tears seem a bit sour and not as delicious as the pink ones."
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