Black Moonlight Crazy Criticism of the Vicious Female Supporting Awakens

After laughing, Jiang Deng felt a little embarrassed again and pulled at Zhou Wu's sweater collar to see if the wound would cause any trouble.

"Does it hurt? Let me see...don't move."

When she bit, the emotion of venting took over, leaving no room for any resistance. Even though there was a layer of sweater between them, she could still taste blood between her lips and teeth.

Although only a little bit.

Zhou Wu hurriedly dodged and quickly grabbed Jiang Deng's wrist to stop her.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, Yu... No need to look, really..."

joke.

This injury was not a big deal, but when her slightly cool fingertips touched the skin on his neck, his body shuddered instantly, and he was about to get hurt.

Jiang Deng was held by his fingers and held in his palm. She struggled but failed, so she gave up and leaned quietly in his arms. Her long eyelashes fluttered twice. She looked at the bare tree trunk not far away, and her mood was still not very high:

“I don’t want to go shopping or skiing.”

Only his warm embrace and the warmth from his hot palms made her feel better.

She was in a bad mood and automatically switched to power saving mode. She didn't want to move at all.

Zhou Wu suddenly lowered his head and scratched her face twice.

Jiang Deng frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Come on, I'll take you out to vent your anger. How can you not retaliate on the spot?" Zhou Wu said as he picked her up and shook her on the spot, trying to make her stand up. Then he half hugged and half dragged her towards the group in the living room without saying anything.

She looked listless, which was not a good thing.

It looks better when it is beaming with joy and looking arrogant, like a proud little peacock, so stunningly beautiful.

Jiang Deng was not happy about it and was very resistant. He frowned and started to hit him:

"It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge... I can take revenge on my own without relying on you! Let go, let go!"

"Yes, yes, you are the most independent and powerful. You will avenge yourself in the future..." Zhou Wu reasoned with her, "But Yu, that one is yours and this one is mine. I am unhappy and want to vent my anger on behalf of my wife."

He paused:

"It's not a conflict."

Jiang Deng: “…”

"Tell me, if they hadn't made our A-Yu angry, why would they be pissed off at me? She was so cheerful when she saw me in the morning, but she was completely exhausted when she came over in the afternoon. Shouldn't they give me back the cheerful A-Yu?"

Jiang Deng widened her eyes, opened her red lips and then closed them: "...Who did you say is your wife, you..."

"The daughter-in-law."

"Neither!"

"Madam? Madam?"

“…No!”

Jiang Deng glared at him fiercely. After a long pause, he saw Zhou Wu's brows drooping. He twisted him and stammered to change his words, lowering his voice, "You...we haven't made it public yet...you can only shout in private, not when there are people around..."

Zhou Wu's peach blossom eyes curved up again in an instant: "Yes, my wife."

Jiang Deng: “…”

As they played and fought, she unknowingly was led by Zhou Wu to the door of the living room.

"Ayu, feel free to vent your anger and do whatever you want. I'll take care of it in the end."

Zhou Wu stroked the black hair beside Jiang Deng's ear, glanced at everyone in the living room, and turned back to look at her with a gentle yet firm gaze.

It was as if someone was looking into the depths of his soul through his pupils, and a warm current instantly spread to every part of his body. For a moment, Jiang Deng felt infinite courage and an indescribable sense of security in his heart.

This is--

Do you feel like you have someone to back you up and support you?

Jiang Deng raised his chin slightly to suppress the heat welling up in his eyes.

No one had ever been willing to vent her anger like this before.

It feels surprisingly...not bad.

Jiang Deng nodded gently at Zhou Wu, let go of his hand, folded her arms and raised her head, smiled, turned around, and walked towards the crowd with graceful and slow steps.