The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

You humiliate me? Hua Nu glared at her.

This damn rat is just humiliating him!

I don't.

Sang Jian avoided his gaze, It's time to sleep anyway, so let's make do with it for now. Go to Granny Field Mouse's place tomorrow to get all your clothes.

Hua Nu: ...

Forget it, don't make it too difficult for this smelly rat.

So that you don't listen to your orders when you are in a hurry.

The flower slave hid under the towel and put on her panties and skirt, then slowly crawled out and reluctantly stretched out her hands towards Sang Jian.

Sang Jian understood what he meant, stretched out two fingers, pinched his crotch, and lifted him up from the table.

Hua Nu: ...

Not angry, not angry.

He's so small, this ugly thing can't hold him, so it's normal to pinch him with your hands! !

Sanjian carried him to the bed and threw him into the soft pillow.

Hua Nu quickly got up, feeling a little disgusted subconsciously.

Fortunately, there is no strange smell on the pillow.

This guy is a bit ugly, but he also likes to be clean.

Sang Jian got on the bed and lifted up the thin quilt to cover her body. She also had a small piece of cloth taken out of the basket and placed it on Hua Nu.

Go to sleep.

Hua Nu lay on the pillow, looking at the ugly face close to her from the corner of her eye, not knowing what she was thinking.

Until the sound of Sang Jian's long breathing sounded beside him.

...

This ugly thing fell asleep really fast.

Does that mean that he can...

He slowly looked towards Sang Jian's furry face and stretched out his sinful little hand.

However, before his hand touched San Jian, a feeling of fatigue suddenly hit his body.

Well……

Hua Nu's face instantly turned pale, and dense cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Why did it happen at this time?

Because of this dank cave? So it happened early?

Hoo~

No, we have to find a way to get out of here.

Hua Nu gasped for air and tried to get up from the pillow, but unfortunately she couldn't muster any strength.

The feeling of being conscious but unable to exert any strength is really hopeless.

The next second, he soared into the air, and Sangmi beside him lifted his hand onto her furry chest.

Is it cold? I see you are shivering.

Hua Nu: ...

After taking a bath, the fur on her body was soft and fluffy, and with her body temperature, she felt warm and comfortable lying on it.

Hua Nu tightly tugged on the down on her body and did not answer Sang Jian's words.

Sangjian lowered his eyes and said, There's something wrong with you, do you need help?

It's a pity that when you look at it from this angle, you can't see anything except your long nose.

Hua Nu tried hard to control herself and replied in a calm voice, It's just a little cold. It's much better now.

You can't let this ugly thing know about his situation, otherwise who knows what she will do to him?

Then go to sleep.

Sang Jian didn't ask any more questions and gently covered Hua Nu with the quilt.

Under the quilt, Hua Nu held her fluffy hand and gradually let go. He had completely lost his strength.

His whole body was grayish white, and his beautiful blond hair was beginning to fall out.

Just like a flower that blooms, it then withers and dies.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Sang thought that he was really just cold and that he would naturally stop when he got warmer now.

She ignored him, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

…

The next day, Sang Jian opened her eyes and saw Hua Nu sitting next to the pillow staring at her.

The expression on his face held emotions she couldn't understand.

This emotion quickly disappeared after seeing her wake up.

I'm hungry. Hua Nu turned her head, her tone always arrogant.