The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

When Bai Zhen spoke, her tone was low and entangled, as if she was watching a good show.

Her warm breath brushed against her neck, causing Rong Ling to tremble uncontrollably, her tailbone was about to soften, and she almost forgot where she was.

"Cousin?" Across the door, seeing that Rong Ling didn't answer, Xia Mengjia called out again.

"Ah?" Rong Ling finally came back to his senses with difficulty, glared at Bai Zhen with his steamy eyes, and said to Xia Mengjia, "No, I can do it myself."

Her voice is a little soft, a little greasy, and a bit nasal.

Xia Mengjia heard something was wrong: "Cousin, do you have a cold?"

Before Rong Ling could answer, Bai Zhen chuckled lightly, leaned against her cheek and looked at her carefully, pressed his forehead against Rong Ling, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Is there?"

Her ending sound rises, it is clearly teasing Ling Ling.

Rong Ling didn't care about this person, so he hurriedly answered Xia Mengjia: "It's nothing, maybe I'm just a little sleepy all of a sudden, I'll sleep for a while..."

Xia Mengjia was dubious: "Okay then, cousin, take a good rest."

Said,? She turned and left.

After walking a few steps, Xia Mengjia realized something was wrong, why did cousin rest in Bai Zhen's room?

She stopped, pursed her lips, hesitated, and looked towards the room behind her.

As soon as Xia Mengjia left, Rong Ling had no time to breathe a sigh of relief, and was held by Bai Zhen's waist and pressed between the mattresses.

"What are you doing?" Rong Ling's long hair parted instantly, and he looked at her guardedly.

"Sleep..." Bai Zhen blocked her with her previous words, but her tone did not have the slightest intention of going to sleep.

Rong Ling believed that it was her fault. He hurriedly turned over to get up from the bed, but Bai Zhen, who had already expected her next move, pressed his shoulder.

Bai Zhen's strength is not great, but she is condescending and firmly suppresses Rong Ling.

There seemed to be a bit of sarcasm in her tone: "Why, weren't you still interested in eating just now?"

It was only then that Rong Ling realized that she was retaliating for what she had done before, and was in a hurry to kick her away, but Bai Zhen grabbed her ankle, caressing her intentionally or unintentionally with his cold fingertips skin.

Rong Ling trembled all over, watching Bai Zhen lean over and kiss her instep.

Her skin was fair and clean, and her curled toes instantly became a little more pink.

"You..." Rong Ling was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Before he could say "abnormal" in his throat, Bai Zhen's thin lips with a cool feeling went up the back of his feet little by little.

Because it was at home, Rong Ling was wearing a velvet home skirt, the skirt was just below the knees, covering her slender and straight legs empty.

Unexpectedly, it gave someone with a heart an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The skirts go up layer by layer, creating ripples.

And Rong Ling was the drowning person in the waves who had nowhere to land, so he could only grab the only bed sheet as a life-saving straw.

On the one hand, Rong Ling hated the person who did it, but on the other hand, she enjoyed what she did.

Reason and sensibility gradually intertwined, and with a soft hum, she was completely taken over by Bai Zhen's breath.

Before Rong Ling could recover from this aftertaste, Bai Zhen's next move came one after another.

That's all, Rong Ling closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, covering his misty eyes.

Just treat it as a white prostitution, and you are still the one being served.

Thinking about it this way, Rong Ling felt much more at ease, and even took the initiative to wrap his arms around Bai Zhen's neck, wandering along with her rhythm.

Bai Zhen was surprised for a moment, and then pecked lightly in her ear, as if praising a child: "You are so cute..."

The result of the initiative is that the whole afternoon, which should be a good time to catch up on sleep, but she didn't get any sleep at all.

It was the last time Bai Zhen saw that she was sleepy and tired, begging for mercy with a hoarse voice, so she let her go and let Rong Ling sleep in her room for a while.

As for the instigator, Bai Zhen, she was refreshed, dressed one by one and went downstairs to see what the auntie made for dinner, so that she could serve it to Rong Ling.

It's just that when going downstairs, Bai Zhen and Xia Mengjia met unexpectedly at the stairs.

Looking at each other, Xia Mengjia stared at her for a long time, and couldn't help but speak first: "You pervert!"

"What are you talking about?" A dark light flashed in Bai Zhen's eyes, "I don't understand..."

Xia Mengjia gritted her teeth angrily: "Don't think that I don't know what you did to my cousin. If my aunt and uncle find out, they will definitely kick you out of the house!"

Naturally, her threat had no effect on Bai Zhen, but Bai Zhen said disapprovingly, "Oh, then you might as well let them know."

Xia Mengjia concluded, of course she knew that the fewer people who knew about this kind of thing, the better, otherwise it would hurt her cousin.

Thinking of her gentle and gentle cousin being bullied by Bai Zhen, Xia Mengjia's heart burned.

She couldn't choose what to say for a while: "You have a good idea, let me tell you, no matter what tricks you use, my cousin will not like you."

Hearing her last words, Bai Zhen, who was still calm and breezy, narrowed his eyes instantly, revealing a bit of dangerous stubbornness: "This has nothing to do with you."

Even though she knew what Xia Mengjia said was true, the feeling of being punctured by others was not pleasant, and Bai Zhen felt a little angry: "She won't like me, and it's even less likely that she will like you."

Xia Mengjia's face turned pale: "You...you are talking nonsense..."

Bai Zhen snorted coldly: "Take it as if I can't see what you think about Rong Ling? Even if she doesn't like me, so what, at least her relationship with me is much closer than her relationship with you."

These words were like a fatal blow to Xia Mengjia. Her body swayed and she almost fell down the stairs. She had to hold on to the handrail and ruthlessly said, "You won't get what you want!"

Bai Zhen ignored her and went downstairs without her.

Rong Ling was soundly asleep when he suddenly smelled the aroma of food.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Bai Zhen sitting on the bedside, slowly blowing the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the bowl, and glanced over: "Are you awake? Eat something before going to bed."

Probably in order not to disturb her, only one desk lamp was turned on in the room, and the dim yellow light cast a circle of warmth.

Rong Ling was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Seeing her like a dazed kitten, Bai Zhen's brows and eyes softened a little, and he couldn't help but reached out and rubbed the top of her head: "Sleep stupid, huh?"

Rong Ling avoided her hand, looked at the delicious food on the bed, and sat up to eat by himself.

She was full and didn't want to stay in Bai Zhen's room for a moment, so she went straight back to her own room.

Even after sleeping for a whole afternoon, Rong Ling couldn't help yawning due to jet lag, and got into bed again after washing up.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Rong Ling had a dream.

To be precise, this is not a dream, but a memory that has been buried in her mind for hundreds of years.

A candle lamp was lit beside the stone bed, and when Rong Ling opened his eyes, he saw someone sitting on the bedside.

The woman who called herself Feng Xihui was dressed in white, holding a bowl in one hand and stirring something dark with a spoon in the other.

Hearing the movement on the bed, Feng Xihui turned his head subconsciously: "Are you awake?"

His tone was still cold, as if he hadn't had a good conversation with anyone for thousands of years.

Rong Ling didn't understand the background of the person he rescued a few days ago, and he didn't care. He just got up from the bed and said, "What's wrong with me?"

"You fainted..." Feng Xihui said, "After drinking this bowl of medicine, you will recover."

"Medicine?" Rong Ling was puzzled, "What is medicine?"

Feng Xihui paused, as if he had never encountered such a problem: "Medicine is something that can make you get better soon."

real?Rong Ling raised his eyebrows, and his scrutinizing eyes fell on Feng Xihui's face.

From the beginning to the end, her facial features were exquisite, as if carved from ice jade, and she was shrouded in a faint light, which was completely different from all the people and monsters Rong Ling had ever seen in her life.

Only one pair of eyes is still without any brilliance. If you don't speak or move, your pupils are like lacquer, really like a dummy carved from jade.

"If this medicine is really useful, why are your eyes still not healed?" Rong Ling asked suspiciously.

Feng Xihui paused the hand holding the medicine bowl: "This medicine can only cure others, but not myself. If you want to get better soon, just take it obediently."

Rong Ling didn't answer, and fell into deep thought.

She vaguely guessed that she fainted because she spent a lot of mana in order to escape from the demon world while taking advantage of the chaos, and because she hadn't adapted to the clean energy of the world.

Even though she slept with Feng Xihui in the same bed these few days, seeing that she is not a dog, but she must be on guard against others, Rong Ling said: "I won't drink it, you can drink it yourself."

Feng Xihui had never seen such a stubborn person like Rong Ling, knowing that his eyes could not see, but still couldn't help looking in her direction.

"If you don't drink, I'll fall."

After all, she got up and was about to pour the bowl of medicine, but Rong Ling grabbed the corner of her clothes: "Wait, what's on your wrist?"

What Rong Ling was talking about was the white satin tied around her wrist. The irregular-looking silk satin seemed to be torn from the hem of the clothes, and there was bright red in the pure white.

"It's nothing..." Feng Xihui lowered his hands, covering the bandaged wound with his sleeves.

"Do you think I'm blind?" Rong Ling sneered, "I took your life back. Even if you commit suicide, you have to get my permission."

This little demon is really domineering. Feng Xihui has lived for thousands of years, and no one has ever dared to speak to her like this.

Only Rong Ling did whatever she wanted, said whatever she wanted, and did whatever she wanted. While speaking, she grabbed Feng Xihui's left hand and untied the silk satin wrapped around her wrist.

Her movements were neither light nor heavy, and she didn't care, Feng Xihui couldn't help frowning slightly.

Undoing the silk satin, a wound on her wrist that was not yet dry fell into Rong Ling's eyes.

Rong Ling raised his eyes, waiting for Feng Xihui to speak.

It's just that she accidentally forgot that Feng Xihui was blind, and couldn't see her eyes at all.

After a long stalemate, Rong Ling couldn't help but speak first: "Do you want to seek death?"

"You worry too much..." Feng Xihui withdrew his hand, not caring how painful the exposed wound would be, "I am not such a weak person."

Then why is she doing this?

Rong Ling was puzzled, but his eyes fell on the bowl of black soup.