Chapter 130 You Will Marry Me Today (24)

If this was a dream, Wen Chan didn’t know Yang Mianmian and had never had any contact with her.

She had no reason to pull herself into the dream.

wait a minute…

Wen Chan just remembered that she had forgotten an important person.

She has no connection with Yang Mianmian, but she has a deep bond with Jingshui.

“…”

Ah, so she was pulled in because of Jingshui?

Doesn’t Jingshui only enter dungeons as an NPC?
Why are you coming to this place that seems neither real nor real and looks messy?
Wen Chan didn’t understand.

“Have you made a deal with Jingshui?”

She turned and asked Yang Mianmian.

Yang Mianmian looked disdainful, “Who are you talking about? I need to make a deal with someone? What are you thinking? I want to eat people!”

The only person who can truly be considered a human here is Wen Chan.

So from the moment she came in, Yang Mianmian had been pestering her.

I just don’t know why it has become like this now.

As for the person lying on the bed, Yang Mianmian, she also noticed that she looked exactly like her, so it might be her.

But their personalities are completely different. Yang Mianmian doesn’t want to work with Yang Mianmian, thinking that Yang Mianmian will definitely hold him back.

“…”

Wen Chan glanced at Yang Mianmian, and to make sure that she was not lying, she fell into strange silence.

Yang Mianmian has never seen Jingshui and doesn’t even know Jingshui’s existence.

The same is true for Jingshui.

But Yang Mianmian on the bed is okay.

So what is the point of her existence?

Suddenly I felt a little dizzy.

“If all the villagers die, can we get out?”

Wen Chan raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows.

I can’t stand it anymore. If it doesn’t work, just kill him.

It’s not like I haven’t killed anyone before.

Yang Mianmian snorted and laughed, “Do you want to try?”

She wasn’t sure if it would work, but she also wanted those people to die.

Hong Gu and others looked at the two of them, wanting to say something but stopping themselves.

Wen Chan: “Just say it if you have something to say.”

“I saw Jingshui just went out.” Lin Zhao said immediately.

Wen Chan stood up and said, “Okay, you guys stay here, I’ll be back soon.”

No matter how much you think about it, it’s nothing more than revenge. After you get your revenge, see what happens next.

…

Wen Chan climbed over the wall and saw Jingshui squatting under the big locust tree at the gate of the courtyard, not knowing what he was looking at.

He didn’t react until she got closer.

“Cicada?”

He looked up at her blankly, then quickly put away the things in his hand, stood up and asked, “Why did you come out?”

Wen Chan said calmly, “They said they saw you crying just now.”

Jingshui’s eyes lit up, “Are you here to coax me?”

Immediately, his face dimmed again, and he said angrily, “It’s too late!”

It’s too much to wait so long to coax him!

“Oh, I’m leaving then?”

Wen Chan raised her eyebrows and pretended to turn around and leave.

“you come back!”

Jingshui grabbed her sleeve with one hand and pouted, “Isn’t it enough to forgive you?”

Wen Chan snorted, “I didn’t do anything bad, why do you forgive me?”

Jingshui choked: “You…”

His earlobes turned red, and he said dissatisfiedly: “You have done that to Yang Mianmian, but you have never done it to me! How can it not be called a bad thing?”

Wen Chan pulled the corner of her mouth, “You want that kind of forced drama too?”

Having said that, I suddenly realized that this guy really likes this.

“That’s what I want! Don’t you even know what I like?” He felt aggrieved.

I wasn’t feeling too bad at first, I just wanted to act it out with her, but now I’m really sad.

Wen Chan pursed her lips, sighed again, took a step forward, grabbed Jing Shui’s wrist, and threw him onto the trunk of the big locust tree. “Really? Then let me play with you.”

She grabbed Jingshui’s hands, pressed them to his head, and leaned over to kiss him.

Jingshui’s eyes were terribly bright, and he said in a low voice: “Chanchan, hold on tight, I…I want to resist.”

Wen Chan held down his wrists with one hand, used the other hand to pinch his chin, and bit his lips.

Jingshui struggled symbolically twice, but his expression was full of excitement.

The wilted locust tree behind him seemed to come to life at this moment, rustling in the evening breeze.

Jingshui got his wish for an immersive experience that was forced into a scene.

Although it was not quite what he had imagined, the result was not bad.

What should we perform next time?
While thinking, Jingshui suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck. He opened his eyes wide, and tears flowed in his eyes.

“Chanchan, pinch me…”

He was still holding Wen Chan’s lips and speaking in a sticky voice.

Wen Chan: “…”

She pushed harder.

Then I tasted Jingshui’s taste, which was different from the salty tears of normal people, but a very sweet taste.

This is because she pinched him and made him cry.

Wen Chan frowned and let him go.

Jingshui stared at her pitifully, with tears in the corners of his eyes and a red mouth, looking like he was crying because of being bullied.

Actually…

“Why aren’t you dizzy?” Wen Chan raised her hand to support her forehead.

I wanted to knock him out, but ended up nearly breaking his neck. He didn’t react at all except for crying out in pain.

Yang Mianmian was fooled by her twice and has not woken up yet!

“I am… God!”

Jingshui moved closer to Wenchan, put his arms around her, and buried his head in her neck, saying coquettishly, “I won’t feel dizzy.”

“I want to cling to Chanchan like a ghost, forever and ever…”

“OK then.”

Wen Chan sighed.

Jingshui blushed slightly, “Chanchan, are you touching me here? Isn’t that a bit too intimate?”

Jingshui felt Wen Chan’s hand touching his butt and slowly moving it up to his waist.

Suddenly I felt shy.

Wen Chan didn’t say anything.

The next second, the blush on Jingshui’s face instantly faded away. He left Wenchan’s arms and stared nervously at the thing in her hand.

“I wanted to knock you unconscious so I could steal it from you. Since you didn’t faint, I just did it.”

In Wen Chan’s hand was the small notebook in which Jingshui had just written down something.

“Let me see……”

When I opened it, I saw that there were no words on it, but some pictures of small people.

The stick figures next to each other were very abstract. Most of them had been crossed out by him, and some were drawn not long ago.

Wen Chan: “…”

Jingshui: “…I practice painting.”

Wen Chan raised her eyes and glanced at him, “Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Is this the deal you made with Yang Mianmian? Kill someone for her?”

Jingshui: “…”

“You are not her child. She let you stay in her belly for no reason. Is she crazy?” Wen Chan said.

This statement clearly showed that she knew everything.

Wen Chan actually guessed that the two of them had a deal.

After all, he had his own small tasks to do in almost every copy. Combined with what happened to Yang Mianmian, she guessed that his task this time was to kill people for Yang Mianmian.

I originally wanted to secretly take his grudge book and help him kill those people.

Now looking at his abstract notebook, Wen Chan found that she couldn’t understand it at all.

What are these paintings about!
“It’s a deal…”

She knew everything, so Jingshui had nothing to hide.

He reached out and grabbed Wen Chan’s hand, shaking it gently, “Chan Chan, don’t scold me, I…the people I killed were not good people…”

Wen Chan patted his shoulder and stuffed the small notebook into his arms.

“I won’t scold you. Let’s go. We’ll go together.”

“Huh?” A result never expected.