The Snake Man spoils his pet: His little fairy is reborn!

"Wouldn't you be disappointed if I didn't change into a blue dress?"

Ning Han lowered his head and looked at the light blue floor-length gauze skirt he was wearing.

The cuffs are designed with straps, making them look smart and smart.

Half of her black hair was pulled up into a flowing bun.

There are a few small and exquisite misty blue beaded flowers on the bun, and the rest of the hair is naturally spread to the waist.

Long fringe pressed back.

The four eyes met each other, their eyes moved, and as they looked around, the affection gradually became stronger.

His Hanhan, his facial features are becoming more and more charming.

It made him think about it, but he didn't want to take her out and let everyone admire the female enchantress who belonged to him alone.

He also wanted everyone to see that this female enchantress was only standing next to him in full view of everyone.

There was only room for him in my eyes and heart.

Leng Xuanye's Adam's apple moved and she smiled lightly, her voice gentle and pleasant:

"It doesn't matter what you wear. I've seen and touched you without any clothes on. What do you care about? In short, you are only mine."

It doesn’t feel too good to have a big devil who knows how to conquer himself as your husband.

Ning Han was amused and mentioned the snake baby who was practicing in Phoenix Immortal Mansion.

"Now you are only mine. Many years later, when that little guy breaks out of his shell and hangs around you all day long, you have to remember that I am the first in your heart."

Leng Xuanye's strong possessiveness started to cause trouble again. What is father's love?

He does, but not much.

His sickly and pitiful look made Ning Han feel heartbroken. She hooked her arms around his neck and buried her head in his arms, pretending to be angry and reminding her in a low voice:

"In reincarnation, I have warned you about the family motto. In our family, your family status will always come first. With me here, you will never have to worry about gains and losses. In the past, you have been protecting me, and now , it’s me who will never leave you.”

"Only those who are loved will always be confident. The reason why you are still worried is because I have not given you enough security. On this point, as your wife, I should deeply examine myself."

Hearing this, Leng Xuanye panicked. How could something bad happen to the person he loved?

Even if it's not good, it's still the best. Whatever she does is right. In his eyes, there's no reason.

"Hanhan, do you want to review how you should treat me?" He asked gently, feeling flattered.

"I couldn't do anything for you before. Compared with you, I was too small. Now, I also have cultivation. I can do better than before and prevent others from touching you."

How could Leng Xuanye not understand that Ning Han had always had low self-esteem in terms of ability, but she didn't always talk about it.

"If everyone wants to compare with me, there will be countless people who should feel inferior, and you are the one who least needs to feel inferior. I am yours, and this fact will make you arrogant and arrogant forever."

"You have walked a long way with me, you have done a great job, and you have tried your best to protect me."

"So, it's time for me to review myself and not become weaker. Otherwise, my beloved, my Hanhan, will no longer have the confidence to be arrogant. I will always be your armor and your backing. What's more, yes……"

Leng Xuanye was choked up as she spoke and hesitated to speak.

"He is my pillow and my sweetheart." Ning Han continued.

"You can say whatever you want, don't be afraid that I will find it verbose. No matter what you say, I love to hear it. In those lifetimes, you lived and died with me but never openly declared your love. In this life and the rest of my life, I can listen attentively. We The rest of my life is very long, and I have plenty of time to listen. Staying with you is the luckiest thing in my life."

Ning Han thought that if Meng Po wrote every detail and every sentence of every life they experienced, then it would not just be as simple as the last picture album. That's just the short version.

However, no matter how thick the pen and ink is, it can't express the love engraved in the bones, and it can't describe the protection and enthusiasm of love that is short and long in every spring, summer, autumn and winter.