He wasn't here to kill anyone, so why were they so nervous?
He tried to soften his smile.
Lu Ling was stunned.
Did you hear it correctly?
Haitang was the first to react and said quickly: "Uncle, Miss, she is not feeling well."
Song Wenzhou replied: "Feeling unwell? That's just right. As a husband, I can take care of you at night."
Only if he can believe it is there a ghost.
A trace of panic appeared on Lu Ling's face.
This was the first time she had looked like this since her recovery.
Song Wenzhou had an inexplicable sense of pride in succeeding.
Unfortunately, the strangeness on her face did not stay for long, which made Song Wenzhou a little uncomfortable.
It was as if, just as he was about to reach the top of the mountain, he was suddenly pulled down from that position.
He suppressed his anger and said to Haitang: "Fetch water to serve."
Haitang quickly looked at Lu Ling, but his hand was still in front of her.
He looked ready to accept Lu Ling's order to take Song Wenzhou out.
However, Lu Ling had already regained his calm demeanor and said, "Go ahead."
Haitang frowned, and the worry in her eyes was clear: "Miss, I..."
Lu Ling repeated: "Go quickly."
Haitang pouted and reluctantly walked out, looking back three times.
What should I do? The young lady said that my uncle has no good intentions!
If he suddenly...
Worriedly, she went to boil water and carried it back to the room. Haitang looked up and saw Lu Ling sitting in front of the mirror, taking off her makeup, and Song Wenzhou sitting on the couch in a daze. There was no fierceness in his eyes that wanted to kill someone...
Haitang slapped herself on the head.
This is just random thinking.
How could my uncle do it at night?
Doesn't that make it obvious to everyone that he is the murderer?
I am really confused.
Thinking of this, she felt much at ease.
He walked over and helped Lu Ling remove his makeup.
Lu Ling looked at himself in the mirror and said, "Go to the cupboard and put a summer quilt on the couch."
"good."
Haitang quickly followed suit.
After a long time, the two of them had washed up. Lu Ling sat on the bed without taking off his clothes. He lowered the curtains and said lazily: "Husband, Ling'er is not feeling well, so I won't serve you anymore."
Song Wenzhou was stunned.
Haitang said: "Uncle, you will sleep on the couch at night. The lady will get up at night to take medicine. Please help me."
After that, he walked out of the room and locked the door.
Song Wenzhou:?
Do you really think he is here to take care of people?
He glanced at the neatly made couch and felt as if he had been insulted.
The candlelight in the room was dim and was not dragged by the wind, making the shadows of the people behind the curtains appear.
She lay flat on the bed like a sleeping beauty.
The chest is flat.
There is really no way to compare with my cousin!
Song Wenzhou thought to himself and sat down on the couch.
I don't know how long it took, but I gradually heard the gentle and steady breathing of the person on the bed.
Song Wenzhou was suddenly startled and remembered his mission again.
He stood up slowly and quietly walked to the bed.
As if he was about to do something shameful, Song Wenzhou's heart became inexplicably tense.
The sound of footsteps and the rustling of clothes made him swallow subconsciously.
Finally reaching the bedside, he reached out and carefully lifted up a corner of the curtain.
Looking at Lu Ling's wrist, he slowly stretched out his hand.
Just when he was about to touch Lu Ling's skin, a sudden coldness exploded around his fingers.
Why is it so cold?
Gritting his teeth, he thought: Isn't it normal for a woman to have cold hands and feet?
That must be the case.
So he reached out again.
This time the target is her neckline.
Although it was plain there, the pervert was already imagining the scenery behind the clothes.
Song Wenzhou gritted his teeth and quickly reached out to Lu Ling's collar as if he had made up his mind.
hiss!
He couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Is this an ice sculpture?
How could a ghost be so cold!
Thinking of this, Song Wenzhou couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Lu Ling's face.
It was okay not to look at it, but when he looked at it, he met a pair of green eyes. He was staring at himself dimly.
!
Song Wenzhou instinctively thought that this was a female ghost. His legs softened and he sat down on the ground with a pop.
Lu Ling pulled the collar that was pulled open by him with his hand, sat up, and stared at Song Wenzhou with cold eyes.
"Husband, what do you want to do?"
Song Wenzhou stood up suddenly and took a closer look. The green light in Lu Ling's eyes was no longer there.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked over again - he was dazzled just now, for sure!
"Ling'er, I'm here to consummate your marriage." He said shamelessly and walked towards Lu Ling again.
Lu Ling frowned subconsciously, and a strong feeling of disgust spread in his heart.
She moved slightly and backed away instinctively.
Song Wenzhou opened the curtain, sat on the edge of the bed, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Ling'er, how about we have a baby?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull Lu Ling's collar.
Lu Ling frowned, clenched his hands into fists, closed his eyes, and tried his best to let out a stronger coldness from his body.
Song Wenzhou's fingers touched Lu Ling's collarbone.
The biting chill wrapped around his palms again.
He gritted his teeth and told himself: endure it, endure it.
The neckline was opened again, and the cross-collar top slipped off the shoulders, and a pair of pink and white shoulders shone brightly in the candlelight.
Song Wenzhou felt a little dizzy.
When Song Wenzhou saw clearly the light-colored bellyband embroidered with several flower petals that bulged on her chest, Song Wenzhou's mind exploded.
It turns out that she is nothing like what he imagined!
When she was first married three years ago, she was only thirteen years old. Her body seemed not fully developed yet, so she looked thin.
Later she became ill and became even thinner.
But now, her illness is almost cured. In more than half a month, she has gained a lot of weight. It seems that some flesh has grown where there should be flesh.
It's just that it's usually hidden by the clothes she wears, so others don't notice it.
Song Wenzhou saw the half-exposure of Lu Ling's chest, and his body immediately reacted.
He stood up and eagerly took off his clothes, then pushed Lu Ling down on the bed.
Lu Ling wanted to struggle, but found that his strength was too weak to push away the man pressing on him.
She let out a small cry.
Song Wenzhou became more and more excited and reached out to squeeze her shoulders.
Lu Ling closed his eyes tightly and thought:
If Feng doesn't run away from him, he will be eroded by his own Yin Qi tomorrow.
Song Wenzhou felt hot all over. However, the moment he touched Lu Ling's skin, the heat in his body was suddenly overwhelmed and eroded by Lu Ling's cold air.
The interest in continuing suddenly disappeared.
Cold, cold!
The cold air coming out of Lu Ling's body seemed to have invaded his bone marrow.
He wanted to endure it, but his body couldn't help but tremble, and his hands and feet gradually became stiff.
He felt as if he had taken off his clothes and slept in the snow in the middle of winter.
