The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Tsk, tsk, tsk, this fire is really big.

From Sang Jian and Huo Nanting's bedroom, looking out, they could see half of the sky burned red by flames in the distance.

Huo Nanting stood behind Sang Jian and hugged her gently from behind.

In the past few years, Sang Jian has grown like crazy. At that time, it reached Huo Nanting's waist, but now it has reached his shoulders.

Huo Nanting didn't need to pick her up, he could easily wrap her around and put his head on the crook of her neck.

He just held Sang Jian in his arms quietly, saying nothing.

Sang Jian was still looking at the scenery outside and seemed to be in a good mood.

She was in a good mood, but she could feel Huo Nanting's bad mood.

Sang Jian held the hand on his waist and asked softly: Mr. Huo, what are you worried about?

Huh? Huo Nanting didn't seem to understand what she meant.

Sang Jian said quietly: I feel that you have been in a bad mood recently, is it because of me?

Because he said he would give her five years, but the deadline has expired and he has done nothing.

So these days he seems to be more attached to her than before, taking her with him wherever he goes.

Can't bear to leave? Sang Jian asked again.

Huo Nanting sighed heavily. He suddenly let go of Sang Jian's waist, held her shoulders with both hands, and turned her around to face him.

Looking at the face in front of him that was enlarged and even more refined, Huo Nanting couldn't tell how he felt.

He thought that as long as he let her train like crazy, she would become dark and healthy like everyone else in the army.

As a result, not only did she not darken, the skin on her face was so delicate that no pores were visible.

This is completely unreasonable.

But when I think about her special situation, it doesn't seem unreasonable.

He raised a hand and slowly stroked it down from between Sang Jian's eyebrows.

When his fingertips touched her lips, Huo Nanting's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple rolled, Sang Sang has grown up...

Sang Jian raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when Huo Nanting suddenly pushed her hard onto the window sill behind him, pinched her chin with his fingers, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

...

There were kisses in the past, but it was always Sang Jian who took the initiative, and they were the kind that would leave at the first touch.

Because she knew that Huo Nanting said he could do anything, but in fact he still respected her and he had been waiting.

This is the first time Huo Nanting takes the initiative.

It was also the first time that it was so...intense.

Sang Jian was pressed against the window sill by him, her hands tightly holding the clothes on his chest.

The two of them were immersed in each other's world, and everything outside had nothing to do with them at this time.

…

I don't know how long it took, but Huo Nanting suddenly pushed Sang Jian away, turned around, and entered the bathroom with some staggering steps, without even looking at Sang Jian.

Sang Jian was still leaning on the window sill, still breathing.

A blush flowed from her lips.

The uncle bit her at the end.

Sang Jian licked the blood on his lips, his expression unclear.

I told you a long time ago that if I change the appearance of your thing, it will not become like this after slowly changing over the past five years.

Yiyuan's voice sounded in Sang Jian's mind.

Yiyuan disappeared for a long time and came back two or three years ago.

Sang Jian didn't ask him what he was doing, and he didn't say anything himself.

In the past few years, as the relationship between the two of them got better and better, he asked Sang Jian to change his appearance more than once, but Sang Jian stubbornly refused.

Huo Nanting became like this because of her own doing!

Sang Jian leaned against the window edge, tilting his head to look at the scenery outside, Why do you think I'm being targeted?