The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Ye Xingchen looked down at her, but didn't stop walking, What's fake?

Sang Jian freed up a hand and touched his neck, This blood is fake.

She also rubbed her neck vigorously with the collar of her coat, and wiped off the place with the most blood, so that Ye Xingchen could see clearly that she was not injured at all.

Ye Xingchen finally stopped, and he frowned, What's going on?

Sang Jian raised his eyebrows, It's nothing, it's just that the design made some troubles, now everything is settled, let's go back.

That dagger was real when she was about to stab Father Ye.

But when Mother Leng snatched her over and killed her, it became a fake.

Since Gui Qi recognized her as the master, its countless weapon changes will not hurt her.

Instead, it can create a bloody state of suspended animation for her, so that those who kill her can take it lightly and help her out of trouble.

Thinking of this, Sang Jian's eyes softened a little.

How could he be willing to hurt her at all with what he made?

Ye Xingchen: ...

He pursed his lips and said seriously: Are you really okay?

Sang Jian jumped out of his arms, and Ye Xingchen hugged her again the moment she landed in fright.

It's alive and kicking, nothing happened. Sang saw.

Ye Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief.

He took Sang Jian's hand and led her to the bar.

Don't do this kind of thing in the future, I won't let them appear in front of you again. Ye Xingchen promised.

Sang Jian took his arm and chuckled, I'm fine, it's them who have trouble. Speaking of which, I bullied your family, you won't blame me, will you?

Ye Xingchen exhaled foul breath and shook his head, They were wrong first.

They came here just to show Sang a warning.

It's a pity that they didn't expect that Sang Jian's sister was not an ordinary woman, and she would not be fooled by them.

Instead, they were bluffed by Sang Jian.

That's good. It seems that Brother Xingchen is still very sensible. Sang Jian was very pleased.

Ye Xingchen disdained, I'm not Su Ziwen.

Sang Jian: ... Unable to refute.

When the two returned to the bar, they passed by Leng Youyou.

Leng Youyou had already got up from the ground at this time.

With a pig's face on her face, she stared at Ye Xingchen with grievances.

It's a pity that both Sang Jian and Ye Xingchen completely ignored her, and they returned to the bar arm in arm.

If Leng Youyou is smart, he should take advantage of this time to slip away.

It's a pity that not only did she not slip away, but she followed the two of them.

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Once back in the bar, Ye Xingchen hugged Sang Jian's waist.

Then sister, their matter is settled, now let's settle the matter between us?

His scarlet eye sockets just now hadn't faded away yet, and under the warm yellow light of the bar, those eyes looked a little strange.

Sang Jian looked at him and asked knowingly, Between us? What's the matter?

Ye Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and carried Sang Jian to sit on the high stool beside him.

His hand has been on her waist, never let go.

Why did sister come to the bar again? Ye Xingchen asked.

Sang Jian told the truth, You saw Su Ziwen's state today, so I'll come over and take care of it.

Oh~ Ye Xingchen remained expressionless, So you wear so little?

The plasma on her neck flowed down her collarbone and wet the black suspender dress inside.

The collision of red and black, and the plump career line.

All of them are challenging the bestiality of normal men.