My Husband, He Made Me the Number One Lady

The cold touch of the knife tip against her abdomen became clearer and clearer. Nan Tao felt that the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Her voice trembled uncontrollably, with a hint of crying: "Don't kill me... I really just want to see if you are still alive." The leaky thatched house couldn't block the cold wind outside at all. The draft blew the snow foam in through the cracks in the wall, and blew on the face like a knife. Shen Heng was half-leaning on the straw-covered earthen kang, with his back cushioned by a stiff old quilt. His hands that were so thin that they were only bones were holding a short knife tightly, and the blade was still firmly pressed against Mingyin's skirt. He raised his eyes and looked at her coldly, his dark eyes seemed to be covered with ice, and his voice was more piercing than the cold winter wind: "Nantao, a bowl of poison can't kill me, and now you want to strangle me to death while I'm asleep?" , Nantao stamped her feet anxiously, and the tip of the knife in her abdomen swayed. She was so frightened that she immediately held her breath, and couldn't help but roll her eyes in her heart. Isn't this brother misinformed? She almost had "I mean no harm" written all over her face, why couldn't she say it clearly! She quickly spread her hands, palms up, specifically to let him see her empty hands: "Look clearly, I have nothing in my hands! Why should I kill a cripple, or a skinny cripple? What good will killing you do to me?" These words sounded harsh, but Shen Heng was not annoyed, but the chill in his eyes was even worse. He knew the woman in front of him too well. She was ruthless and ruthless. In order to elope with the Orion next door, he would even throw away his friendship with the Shen family who had raised her for more than ten years. With his frank look now, he was worried that he might have concocted some new conspiracy.