Guide to Stabilizing the Blackening of the Villainous Husband

Chapter 45

Inside the changing room, Ling Zhen was actually a little embarrassed.

Although she was already very slender, it was still a bit embarrassing for a girl to break her clothes.

Ling Zhen leaned a little sideways, not wanting to expose her back to Wei Xi.

Looking at Wei Xi, she blinked her eyes and asked him, “Did you bring it??”

Wei Xi’s gaze stayed on her, and he raised his hand when he heard the words.

It was a small box — a sewing box.

Seeing the box, Ling Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out her slender wrist.

“Thank you, give it to me.”

Wei Xi didn’t hand the box to Ling Zhen, but slowly walked to her side and said in a low voice, “What do you want to do with the sewing box?”

Wei Xi’s aura was too strong to be ignored, in the end, Ling Zhen couldn’t escape from answering.

So she lowered her head and slowly said, “The costume is broken…”

Wei Xi stood in front of Ling Zhen, and asked, “Where?”

Ling Zhen didn’t know why Wei Xi insisted on asking, but her face turned red, and her slender eyelashes trembled as she answered, “Back…”

After speaking, Ling Zhen felt embarrassed, so she quickly added, “It’s just a hole, I will sew it myself…you go out!”

Wei Xi looked at Ling Zhen’s red ear tips, he stretched out his hand and squeezed it lightly, then lowered his head and opened the sewing box.

Ling Zhen stared blankly at Wei Xi, who was busy putting the white cotton thread into the needle pinhole, “What are you doing??”

Wei Xi pressed Ling Zhen’s shoulders and replied in a low voice, “Don’t you want to sign the contract?”

“…Then I will be your assistant.”

Under the white coat, the girl’s smooth skin was looming. Wei Xi lowered his eyes, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Ling Zhen felt shy and in an embarrassed voice she said, “I will do it myself…”

Wei Xi held her hand down, and said in a low and hoarse voice, “Don’t move.”

Ling Zhen had no choice but to let him do it.

To shorten the time for this public execution, Ling Zhen coordinated well with Wei Xi.

She put her long hair hanging on her back in front, and said, “Then…try to fix it as soon as possible.”

In this way, Ling Zhen’s neck was also exposed, and it was as white and beautiful as a piece of porcelain.

Seeing it, Wei Xi let out a sigh.

Holding a silver needle in his hand, Wei Xi’s fingers with distinct knuckles landed on the girl’s back, and slowly and meticulously sutured the hold, like a work of art.

Ling Zhen inexplicably felt that the temperature in this small room was rising, and she fanned her face uncomfortably with her hand.

When Ling Zhen moved, Wei Xi immediately held her down and said, “Don’t move yet…”

But the silver needle still went wrong, and the sharp point of the needle lightly pricked on Ling Zhen’s delicate back.

“Hiss…” Ling Zhen frowned slightly.

The scratch was not deep, but it still left a light red scratch, which was very eye-catching on the snow-white skin.

It was like…the warm red color on a white canvas. The thin wound created an image of a fragile and ruined beauty, which could arouse the darkest and most direct sadism.

Wei Xi held his breath for a moment, but still, his breath turned hotter.

Ling Zhen could feel it, so she turned around a little doubtful and asked, “Are you hot??”

Wei Xi bit the tip of his tongue and continued to hold the needle to sew and said, “…It’s okay.”

With a few simple stitches, Wei Xi finally sewed the clothes. A thin layer of fine sweat broke out on Ling Zhen’s back.

“I have to hurry up…they must have finished their styling!”

As Ling Zhen said, she lowered her head and picked up the light-green tulle hanging on the side, then she glanced at Wei Xi as if asking — Why are you still here??

Wei Xi looked at her for a few seconds, then he folded his arms, and calmly said, “There is no place for me to stay outside.”

“…” Ling Zhen became silent for a while.

Anyway, she didn’t need to undress, she only needed to put on a tulle. So just be here.

Ling Zhen wore a green jade shirt, although the material wasn’t good, the style was good.

Ling Zhen shook her hands and shook her clothes open, then the cyan skirt twirled in the air.

The collar was pressed, the belt was tightened, and the exquisite figure of the girl was outlined.

Ling Zhen looked in the mirror, raised her hand, and put the light-green silk in the hair bun.

Lifting her eyes to see again, the person in the mirror looked very familiar.

The Life-Spirit Bead pressed on the collarbone was faintly heated, reminding her of something that she hadn’t noticed for a long time.

It wasn’t until Ling Zhen put on the familiar clothes that she realized that this face had returned to her original face, the face of Fairy Ling Zhen.

The spiritual energy swayed in the air, and a special faint fragrance wafted out making Ling Zhen’s eyes gleam, and her lips curled up in a smile.