The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

It was very strange for him to have a subtle affection for her now.

If he had agreed directly, Sang Mian would be the one to be suspicious.

The fact that he escaped shows that his current thoughts are relatively simple.

…

Sang Jian sat on the chair where Luosian had been sitting just now, spread out his palms and glanced at the scratched hands with some blood oozing from them.

It doesn't hurt at all, but...it seems like I have another reason to let him take care of me.

A smile flashed in Sang Jian's eyes, he picked up the book with a few pages on the table and took a cursory look.

It's about the Demon King's lineage.

Sang Jian's understanding of this world is only some rough original plot, and the memory of the original owner of this world is basically useless to her.

After all, the original owner was only five years old.

But she knew that the Demon King had been subdued many years ago, and his descendants had been kept in captivity in the royal family ever since.

Later, it became less and less prestigious than before, and even became worse with each generation.

Although the blood of the Demon King is still flowing, after so long, the demonic nature has been diluted countless times.

Even if they go out and stand on the street now, ordinary people will not be afraid of them.

In the past, the Demon King's lineage basically awakened the Demon King's gene when they were about ten years old, but Losian in the previous life only awakened it during the period before his death at the age of twenty.

It's enough to show what a waste they are now.

Now it seems that Losian wants to awaken the devil gene as soon as possible.

Fortunately, I came here tonight. Otherwise, if he had awakened early with hatred, wouldn't he have turned black?

Sang Jian continued to flip through the book in his hand, trying to find out what conditions were needed to awaken the gene in advance.

She wrote it down first to avoid Losian doing something strange later.

…

Losian came back soon, holding a tray with a plate of golden seafood fried rice and a glass of milk.

The aroma hit his nostrils, and Sang Jian's stomach growled with hunger.

So hungry!

She immediately put down the book in her hand, turned around, and looked at Los Ann angrily.

Isn't the food here? Losian pushed the things on the desk aside and put the tray on it.

He deliberately avoided Sang Jian's eyes and tried not to make eye contact with her.

He handed the spoon on the plate to Sangmi, Princess, can you use a spoon?

But my hand hurts~

Sang Jian pitifully stretched out her small hands in front of him.

...

Only then did Luosian remember that her hand had been scratched just now.

He frowned, put down the spoon, and continued to rummage through the medicine box.

Just now I didn't want to care about her when I was angry, and then I completely forgot about her hand.

Is this what you're looking for?

Seeing the calf hanging on the edge of the chair, Sang pointed under the desk.

The medicine kit is under the desk.

Losian quickly squatted down and took out the box.

Now that you've seen it, why don't you take care of it yourself? Luo Si'an frowned.

After saying this, he seemed to have remembered something and sighed helplessly.

When the little princess comes to wear clothes and opens her mouth to eat, how can she treat her wounds by herself?

He squatted in front of Sangmi, took out the medicine and gauze from the medicine box, and helped her blow on her palms and treat her wounds.

This shouldn't hurt.

Sang Jian shook his calf and reminded, Should I take a shower first? I haven't taken a shower yet and I've been dirty all day.

Losian: ...

He raised his eyes to look at Sang Jian, who was indeed in a very embarrassed state.

Who told you not to leave even if there is a door open and to imitate others' climbing through windows?