The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Yun Xian's whole body froze.

He saw Sangjian emerging from the water, like a hibiscus emerging from the water.

He immediately turned around, turned his back to Sang Jian, and squatted down, No, don't look at anything inappropriate.

Sang Jian looked at his crouched back, chuckled, ignored him, and took a bath peacefully.

The dirt on his face was washed away, and Sangmi revealed his original appearance.

The original owner obtained the elixir at the age of twenty, and her appearance remains that of a twenty-year-old. It can be said to be the age when girls are energetic and sexy.

Just by looking at her face, no one would know that she has lived for thousands of years.

…

There were a lot of clothes in the original owner's space. When Sang Jian came out of the river, he had already put on new clothes.

The long hair that was knotted just now was also tied up by her.

She walked behind Yun Xian and saw that Yun Xian was still holding the Demon-Free Sword and muttering something unknown.

The idea of ​​mischief suddenly arose.

She raised her leg and kicked Yun Xian's butt gently, and said loudly: Let's go, I will help you heal your injuries.

Yun Xian was startled and immediately jumped up from the ground, No... no need!

He was not familiar with this ancestor. He had seen her back just now, and now Yun Xian felt a little autistic.

Don't know how to face her.

His face was red to the root of his neck.

Boy, do you look down on me by rejecting me over and over again? Sang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, giving off a dangerous aura.

I didn't... Yun Xian turned around slowly, and when he saw Sang Jian's young face, his face turned even redder.

He quickly lowered his head and hesitated: Old... ancestor... I just think that I am not as malleable as you think. I am a little flattered by you.

I already call myself a master, and you still call me ancestor? Do you look down on me as a master? Sang Jian tilted his head.

That's not what I meant... Yun Xian felt like he couldn't speak clearly.

How come she always manages to change the subject to this?

How could he have the right to look down on her?

Oh, that's good. Sang Jian reached out and grabbed one of his arms, picked up the Demonless Sword in his hand and threw it away, Master, I know you like it, but you always hold it, Master I’m going to be unhappy.”

Yun Xian: ...

He did like it a little bit, but his original plan was to give it back to her!

She just threw it to the ground...

Yunxian felt distressed.

Jian hadn't felt distressed for a few seconds, but it was already time for Yunxian to feel distressed for himself.

Sang Jian pulled him to the river and reached out to take off his clothes.

Yun Xian was so frightened that he held his chest and took several steps back, I...I...can't!

He didn't think Sanjian could appreciate his body, but he was already fifteen years old! You can have a concubine at the foot of the mountain, how can you show it to others?

Then take it off yourself. Sang Jian didn't force him and retracted his hand.

But his eyes kept looking at Yun Xian up and down, as if he was looking at how many kilograms of meat he had.

Yun Xian lowered his head and blushed. He held it in for a long time before he finally managed to say, I'm not hurt...

Sang Jian said, I have other things to do.

Yun Xian: ...

Is this a reminder to him not to waste time?

But she didn't care about her own feelings at all!

Every time he spoke, she didn't listen at all!

Yun Xian stood there stubbornly without moving.

Looks like I have to do it myself. Sang Jian sighed, stretched out his hand to pull him in front of her, and tore off his shirt.

Yun Xian felt insulted and was trembling all over.