The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Sang Jian glanced at the palm of his hand and saw, yes, there was no nosebleed.

She moved toward Huo Nanting slowly, Uncle, this is not interesting.

It makes people unable to control themselves at all!

When Sang Jian said this, his pace suddenly quickened and he rushed towards him.

However, before she could throw herself into his arms, Huo Nanting had already grabbed her by the back collar and stopped her criminal behavior.

Sang Jian: .

Tsk. Sang Jian smacked his lips, Mr. Huo, we have been married for five years, I hope everyone knows.

Looking at Sang Jian's appearance, Huo Nanting seemed to be in a much better mood. A smile flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

I know. He replied calmly.

Then are you here, do you want me to touch you or not?

In the past, it was because he was not old enough and Sang Jian was more reserved. Now that beautiful men are coming to his door, is there any reason to turn them away?

Huo Nanting lowered his head, got a little closer to her, and said with a half-smile, Why didn't I realize you had such a side before?

Sang Jian avoided his gaze, You didn't show it to me before.

It's my fault. Huo Nanting gently let go of her.

Sang Jian raised his eyebrows, but before he could say anything, Huo Nanting walked towards the chair next to him.

Come here and wipe my hair.

Sang Jian: .

Just wipe your hair, we can get dressed.

Sang Jian took a dry towel, stood behind Huo Nanting, and wiped his hair.

Her technique was very gentle. Huo Nanting leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes, enjoying Sang Jian's service.

Neither of them spoke, and the only sound in the room was the sound of towel rubbing hair.

Sang Jian knew that Huo Nanting was struggling. He had been in this mood recently. He seemed to have no difference, but he didn't know what his wild thoughts were.

She slowed down in wiping her hair and said softly: Mr. Huo is a very far-sighted person, right?

What do you want to say? Huo Nanting slowly opened his eyes.

Sang Jian put the towel on his head, hugged his neck from behind with both hands, put her face against his ear, and whispered, I just wanted to say.

The process is not important, the ending is the most important.

So you don't have to worry about it, just do it according to your own ideas, I will always wait for you.

If it doesn't work in this life, wait for the next life. If it doesn't work for the next life, wait for the next life.

One day they will meet in reality.

So the process is really not important to Sang Jian, because the ending has been locked by her.

No matter what happens in the middle, they will be together in the end.

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Huo Nanting lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time. Finally he couldn't help but say, Can you take your hand away first?

After Sang Jian hugged his neck, her hands slid down and stopped on his chest muscles.

Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to. Sang Jian retracted her hand, stood up straight, and continued to wipe his hair.

Huo Nanting: .

When you say you didn't mean it, can you not make a heavy move when you stop?

Sang Jian acted as if nothing had happened and pretended that nothing had happened.

But I have to say, the needle doesn’t feel prickly!

Are you afraid? Huo Nanting suddenly asked.

If it was you who made the decision, I wouldn't be afraid. Sang Jian replied.

Because she knew that everything he did was based on her.

Huo Nanting raised his hand and grabbed Sang Jian's wrist, Do we really have a future? Will you really wait for me?

He actually didn't quite understand what Sang Jian meant. If she died, where would she wait for him?

But he didn't know why, he just couldn't wait for an answer.