The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Not long after passing Paramount, there was a fork in the alley ahead.

Sang Jian gently moved Huo Nanting's arm, Let's go to that alley.

She gestured to Huo Nanting.

Huo Nanting's eyes dimmed and he nodded slightly, Yeah.

This was a place where the war had just ended. There was no one in the alley, and I didn’t know where the other side of the alley led.

Sang Jian stopped in the alley, Just here, Mr. Huo, I can't walk anymore, can you carry me?

She felt Huo Nanting's body stiffen for a moment.

He suddenly took his hands out of his pockets, pressed Sang Jian to the wall next to him, lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss was fierce, and Sanmi was not prepared.

But he quickly reacted, actively hooked his neck, and responded to him wholeheartedly.

I don't know how long it took, but the smell of blood came, and Sang Jian tasted a drop of salt in his mouth.

She slowly opened her eyes. Huo Nanting's eyes were red, and there was a tear stain on his angular face.

Sang Jian's neck tilted back, let go of him, and said amusedly: Why are you crying? Can you stop acting like your wife is dead?

After speaking, he blinked, as if he realized that it was inappropriate to say so.

Ah, I'm sorry, it seems like you really want to kill your wife.

Sang Jian had a dagger stuck in his chest, and Huo Nanting's hand was still firmly on the dagger.

Blood dyed the peach blossoms on the large cheongsam red.

Sang Jian glanced down and said, This is the first time I have seen such red peach blossoms.

Huo Nanting put his head between her neck and remained silent.

This outcome was doomed from the beginning.

She knew it, so she chose this alley.

Because when he first sent people to hunt her down, that group of people came out of this alley.

If you didn’t succeed the first time, should you try again this time?

This time he did it himself.

Mr. Huo, are you really not going to say anything? The position you stabbed is a good place. I can last for one minute at most. Sang Jian's breathing was a little quick.

The dagger happened to be inserted right into her heart, and her scalp was numbing with pain every time she took a breath.

At this time, Huo Nanting's hands holding Sang Jian were trembling, and his whole body felt cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He opened his mouth, but no sound seemed to come out of his throat.

Finally, I forced myself to say, I'm sorry... When my love can't be hidden, I can only deal with the person who makes me fall in love.

The voice was hoarse and dry, extremely unpleasant to hear.

Sangjian reached out and hugged him back, breathing weakly, You don't need to explain anything, I understand everything.

You... live well.

Perhaps noticing that Sang Jian's breath was getting lower and lower, Huo Nanting suddenly raised his head and looked at her, eager to ask something.

Unfortunately, when he opened his mouth, he found that he could not make any sound.

In the end, he still couldn't say a word as he watched Sang Jian fall into his arms.

I have always heard that when people are extremely sad, their bodies will suddenly experience various symptoms.

He never thought that one day this kind of thing would happen to him.

He hasn't asked yet whether she will really wait for him.

He had asked Sang Jian this sentence countless times, and Sang Jian's answers were all without hesitation, which comforted him enough.

However, when this happens, he still gets flustered.

Afraid that he had done something wrong, afraid that she would never wait for him again.

Sang saw the blood on his chest, staining a large area of ​​his clothes red.

Huo Nanting's eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and he tried not to look a little sad.