The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Sang Jian suddenly raised her elbow and attacked the person behind her. The next moment, her mouth was tightly covered by someone, and her whole body was hugged by someone.

Sang Jian smelled a strong smell of blood and a familiar breath. She calmed down and allowed the person to carry her away.

As soon as the two left, several people rushed in.

But after taking a quick glance, he made sure no one was there and left.

Huo Nanting carried Sang Jian directly to the second floor, just missing the group of people.

On the second floor, Huo Nanting found a dark corner and threw Sang Jian over. He leaned against the wall and slowly sat on the ground, holding his wound.

Are you eager to seek death? Huo Nanting glared at Sang Jian with a cold gaze.

His voice had a weak hoarse quality, and he sounded like he had been seriously injured.

Mr. Huo, we just agreed today to treat me like my wife. Why are you so mean?

Sang Jian moved towards Huo Nanting. Because there was no light, she could only use the moonlight to feel for his wounds.

Huo Nanting grabbed her wrist and stopped her from touching it. What are you doing?

Let's see if you will die. Sang Jian forcibly pulled his wrist out and continued groping on his body.

Perhaps it was because Huo Nanting lost too much blood and didn't have much strength, but Sang Jian was able to break free easily.

Huo Nanting's face was gloomy, Don't worry, I will definitely let you, my little wife, be buried with me before I die, hiss~

Before Huo Nanting finished speaking, Sang Jian's little hand touched his first wound, and he gasped in pain.

Sang Jian sneered, Do you know it hurts? They say that when a person is about to die, his words are also kind. I see that Mr. Huo is about to die, and his words are getting more and more ugly!

Sang Jian! Hiss~ Huo Nanting gritted his teeth.

Sang Jian touched his second wound.

It seems that not only are the words difficult to listen to, but the words have also increased a lot. Is it because you know that you won't be able to talk after you are about to die, so you can use this time to say a few more words?

Huo Nanting: ...

He was just very angry what the hell was this little kid doing here!

As for what she says is ugly, it’s her words that sound ugly!

However, Huo Nanting seemed to remember something and frowned, How did you find this place? How did you know that something happened to me?

Huo Nanting always felt that he should not die at this time. Although he was tricked, he would definitely be able to escape.

He had thought that someone would come to save him, but he didn't expect that the first person he saw would be Sang Mian!

He was hiding in this building just now, watching every move Sang Jian made downstairs.

Instead of screaming in fear, she calmly searched him first, found the weapon and then hid.

Is this really just a thirteen-year-old girl?

If I said it was telepathy, would you believe it? Sang Jian touched Huo Nanting from top to bottom.

It was found that he had injuries on his waist, thighs, and arms.

The whole person is almost useless.

Tsk. Huo Nanting snorted disdainfully, obviously amused by Sang Jian's answer.

If you don't believe it, don't ask so many questions.

Sang Jian tore off a few strips from the bottom of her tutu and helped Huo Nanting simply bandage the wound.

When she was wrapped around his waist, Sang Jian almost lay in his arms.

Huo Nanting leaned against the wall, his eyes flashing slightly, and he suddenly reached out and took her into his arms.

He whispered: I believe it.

Telepathy?

It sounded outrageous, but he believed it.