Chapter 1290： Master's Little Demon Girl (63)

Chapter 1290 Master's Little Demon Girl (63)

This time, the blood rushed even more.

Snow did not smile, and finally released her lips.

His forehead was against her forehead, and all the blood on her lips was bitten by her. His eyes were full of shimmering light.

"This taste is delicious."

He whispered that the sound was magnetic and tempting.

Bai Weiwei was staring at him, and his eyes contained all kinds of complicated emotions, hatred, love, and embarrassing pain.

She moved her lips and seemed to want to say something, but all the voices turned into a sobbing sorrow.

"There is no trace of snow, I hate you."

The snow is bloodless at the corners of his mouth, and the blood is falling down from his chest.

He raised his hand carelessly, gently touching her delicate face, her eyes greedy and warm.

"I know, you can continue to hate me."

He doesn't care, as long as she lives and has him in her heart, he doesn't care.

Even if it is hate, it is also loved and hated.

Bai Weiwei leaned against the trunk. She looked at him indifferently and suddenly reached out and took his hand. "Don't touch me, hypocrite."

There is no trace of snow, and some nervousness clasps her wrist. "I..."

I like it, it is in my mouth, full of blood and water.

But I can’t say it for a while.

He is not much time, cold poisons into the body, the pain of emotions, are the punishment to torture him.

The snowy man who moved, no one escaped the road of death.

Snow has no trace and denies that when Bai Weiwei died, he clearly saw his own way of life.

And Bai Weiwei lived again, which intensified the speed of his death.

His chest is sore and painful.

This is the pain of his deep feelings.

More because of the gratitude to see her alive.

Bai Weiwei’s narrow eyes were rising, and there was a cold ridicule in his eyes. “Seeing that I am alive, is it necessary to kill me again? After all, I am just a demon girl.”

The snow has no trace of expression, and the handsome face has a calming calm.

The only pair of eyes are deep and soft, but there is a kind of grief.

"I can't kill you, Wei Wei."

Killing her is the biggest mistake of his life.

Bai Weiwei’s indifference and ridicule were deeper. She suddenly smiled and stretched out a finger and gently touched his lips.

The voice is also soft and sweet. "Master, you can't kill me. Is it falling in love with me?"

The snow has no traces and deep eyes. He stares at her and silently says for a while. "Are you coming back to retaliate against me?"

Bai Weiwei pulled back his fingers and saw the blood on the top. Some of them disliked to wipe on his clothes.

The attitude turned out to be a little familiar and intimate.

This intimacy makes the snow tremble with no trace of heart.

Then he heard her voice indifferent and suppressed, "I want to kill you."

There was no trace of snow, and his hands suddenly hanged down, raising his neck and revealing a fragile throat.

The man looks like a **** one at the moment.

"You should kill me, I will kill you."

Bai Weiwei looked up at him. The sneer and indifference in his eyes finally broke. Her voice was a little trembling. "There is no trace of snow. What do you mean?"

The snow has no trace and gentle look, his lips are blood, and the blood in his chest is more.

Obviously he can use internal force to suppress the injury, but he refuses.

Even the wound was deliberately broken, making the injury even worse.

He smiled, like Mu Chunfeng. "I don't mean anything, just want to marry you. After all, you are my wife. It is my responsibility to make you happy."

There are still two more in the future. It was too late to write this evening. I haven't finished writing yet, what?

(End of this chapter)