The Top Villainess Wants to Whitewash

"Come here." Liang Yin hooked his finger towards Ling Luochen, smiling brightly.

When Ling Luochen heard the words, he lowered his head. Although he didn't know why Liang Yin laughed so happily, he couldn't help but feel better when he saw Liang Yin smile.

Under Ling Luochen's gaze, Liang Yin directly used his sleeves to gently wipe off the dirt on Ling Luochen's face.

At this time, Ling Luochen learned that his face had rubbed a lot of vegetation ashes when he was just cooking the porridge.

If it were in the past, he would definitely be very unbearable with his serious personality.

But now, he looked at the brilliant appearance of Liangyin's smile, and the ashes on his face, he actually felt that it did not seem so unbearable.

Liang Yin helped Ling Luochen wipe the ash on his face, and turned his head to look at the white porridge on the bedside, his eyes overflowing with emotion: "You must have cooked this porridge for a long time, right?"

"...Hmm." Ling Luochen replied with some embarrassment. Because this is his first time doing something.

He wanted to phantom some food for Liangyin to eat, but he thought, the phantom food is not nutritious at all. And now Liang Yin's body is relatively weak.

So he went to cook Liang Yin himself.

The ingredients for cooking were still sent by the surrounding mountain spirit monsters.

Liang Yin picked up the white porridge on his eyes, and a picture flashed quickly in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it no matter what.

It seems that someone has cooked food for her. It seems to be very gentle, but... who is that person?

Liang Yin can't remember clearly.

She felt as if she had something very important, which disappeared in her memory, but she didn't know what it was.

After the soul was traumatized, Liang Yin gradually forgot many things in the past. Many memories have become very fuzzy. But there are also many memories that are relatively clear. For example, she remembers some of the memories of male gods more clearly.

Liang Yin leaned on the bedside, drinking porridge by himself.

In fact, Ling Luochen wanted to feed her very much, but because it was the first time he had just made the porridge, there were many things he didn't understand, and his palm was seriously burned.

The hands he hid under his sleeves were red and swollen, with hot and swollen blisters on it.

Under normal circumstances, he can recover from this kind of scald with a blink of an eye, but recently he bleeds too much, so the burn on his hand recovers very slowly.

Moreover, he was originally a flower demon, belonging to the plant family, and doing things by the fire was a kind of torture for him.

The porridge tastes good. I don't know what rice it is. Cooked porridge. The taste is fragrant and delicious. Soft and waxy.

Warm and fragrant porridge, the cool tone feels more comfortable. The mental state is a little better, but his face is still a little pale.

The sun is just outside the house.

Liang Yin got out of bed and walked outside the door, the mountains were lush. The front door outside the house is full of blood roses, which is not good-looking.

When the wind blows, many red rose petals fall.

The air was filled with a faint cold rose fragrance, just like the smell of Ling Luochen.

"Do you like it?" Ling Luochen walked out behind Liang Yin. He took off his white robe and put it on Liang Yin's shoulder.

"I like it." Liang Yin turned his head and showed a smile at Ling Luochen, a smile from his heart.

Even though the girl's face was extremely pale, this smile almost made the surrounding flowers lose their color.

At this moment, Ling Luochen couldn't help but lowered his head, and gently pressed the corner of Liang Yin's mouth.

Soft touch, with a touch of cold floral fragrance.

The unexpected kiss caused Liang Yin to slightly widen her eyes, and she wanted to push him away. But Ling Luochen gently squeezed her hand.

Once the fire is ignited, it becomes a prairie fire, and it is out of control.

After experiencing so much together, Ling Luochen had already fallen in love with Liang Yin. He held her and robbed her of her breath.

Liang Yin's body didn't have much strength, but now it was even softer, and he couldn't even stand firmly.

Ling Luochen hugged her into the room.

This was the first time that he did such a thing with her sober.

She was a little bit resistant, but he wanted her to clearly understand his heart. He and she have feelings for him.

Heartbeat……

Her pale face was stained with an abnormal blush, and a flattery swept across her eyes.

"Luo Chen...no..." She still wanted to struggle, but she couldn't get a bit of strength.

"Yinyin, I like you. I really like it."

Ling Luochen looked at Liang Yin, the narrow peach blossom eyes. Overflowing with love that cannot be removed. There was a mist rising from the bottom of my eyes.

When Ling Luochen finished speaking, he posted it...

The white robe fell to the ground, and the blood-colored roses and thorns began to spread everywhere in the bamboo house.

The blood rose outside the house is blooming brilliantly, charming and dazzling, love may come just right at this time.

sunset.

Ling Luochen in the room, holding the sleeping girl in his arms, his eyes filled with distress. At this time, his mood was both sweet and painful.

It's like a child who can't get sugar, tastes nervous after stealing sugar.

Because Liang Yin's body is not good, he didn't dare to take it too long. And he also felt that the cool tone liked him.

He was even more right to not let her discover his true identity.

Otherwise, this love that started with deception will vanish in an instant.

Thinking of this, Ling Luochen's brows tightened, and a red light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

After Liang Yin was asleep, Ling Luochen cut open his wrist again, making Liang Yin his demon blood.

When he was on the way of blood feeding, Liangyin would wake up, so every time he was fed blood, he clicked Liangyin's sleeping point.

Because Liang Yin sleeps soundly almost every time.

Because of the frequent bleeding of Ling Luochen, his body healed more and more slowly, although the burn on his hand had disappeared, but his wrist was cut every time.

Will leave ugly scars, and those scars disappear very slowly.

In order not to let Liang Yin notice anything, Ling Luochen wrapped his wrist with a white cloth.

Liangyin slept until the morning of the next day. He slept for a long time, probably because of his weakness.

Liang Yin opened his eyes almost every day and saw Ling Luochen, but this morning was different from before. Because in the past they at least slept in their clothes. But not today.

Her palm was still resting on his chest, and the warm touch felt like touching a hot potato. She retracted her hand like an electric shock, her cheeks flushed red.

Her expression became a little annoyed when she thought of yesterday's events.

What is she doing all this? How can you do such a thing with people other than the big boss? !　　 She still has a task, and she came to the fifth life goal to clean up and repay the big boss.