The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

She didn't seem to want to help.

Luo Si'an also pretended not to see it, and turned back to read his book. Unfortunately, he couldn't read anything just now, and even more so now.

Why did the little princess stay up so late at night and come to him?

What he didn't realize was that the hostility in his heart had dissipated without a trace.

It seemed that not only did she not let Bacol give her a bath, she also didn't let Bacol sleep with her.

Otherwise she wouldn't be dressed like this in the middle of the night.

The little princess loves to be clean most of the time.

Luo Xi'an pretended not to see Sang Jian, but kept looking at Sang Jian from the corner of his eyes.

Don’t you know how big this little guy is? If you are so short, why would you imitate others and climb out of windows?

She knocked on his door. She was a princess. How dare he not open the door for her?

What is going on in her little head?

Luosian had many thoughts in his mind.

Well...it hurts...

At this moment, Sang saw that he had lost his grip, and the hand that was holding the window edge slid down a little.

She felt a burning pain in her palms, which must have been worn out.

But her fingers were still holding on to the window edge to prevent herself from falling completely.

She glanced at Losian who was pretending not to see her, gritted her teeth and continued not to call him.

The little princess will never bow her head first!

However, she bowed her head by coming to him first.

well.

Sanjian took a deep breath and was about to think of a way to continue climbing up.

There was finally movement in the room.

Losian stood up from the chair and turned on the light in the room with a snap.

The dazzling light made Sanjian unable to react for a moment. He closed his eyes tightly and released his hand from the window sill.

Just as she was about to fall, suddenly, a pair of cold, slender hands grabbed her wrist and hung her by the window.

This height is the level where Losian lets go of her and she can fall to the ground and stand firm.

It wouldn't hurt if she fell, but she was too short and her feet couldn't touch the ground.

At this time, one of the two people was standing in the room and the other was hanging by the window. The scene was extremely strange.

Los An looked down at Sanjian, whose eyes were still tightly closed, as if he hadn't gotten used to the dazzling light in his room.

Princess, what are you doing? Losian didn't rush to pull her in, but asked first.

Sang Jian pursed her lips and said nothing, her little face wrinkled into a bun.

Still seems angry.

Losian stared at her for a while, then suddenly said: I can't hold you back anymore.

Only then did Sang Jian open his eyes, with the remaining physiological tears in his eyes that had been exposed to the strong light.

She glared at Luo Si'an bitterly, looking a little aggrieved.

...

Losian sighed, You should work harder yourself.

With that said, he started to pull Sang Jian into the house.

He is only seven years old now, how much strength can he have?

He alone couldn't pull her up in the air.

Fortunately, Sang Jian really wanted to come in. After hearing his words, she worked hard with him and finally climbed in through the window.

She sat on the window sill, and Luo Si'an was about to take her down when Sang saw her whole body and pounced on him.

boom!

Luosian stumbled and lost his balance, and was thrown to the ground by her.

His room was no better than Sang Jian's room. The floor was covered with soft plush carpets, and his floor was just a smooth floor.

The whole person fell down and hit the back of his head with a thud. The pain caused Losian's usually expressionless face to twitch.

hiss……