The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Sang Jian turned aside to let him in, but said without giving any face, You look so ugly when you smile.

... The expression on Luosian's face froze.

She was the one who said he was not as lovable as Bacol, but he wanted to be lovable and then called him ugly?

Losian calmed his expression and walked over silently carrying the tray.

You just served me the meal? What did you eat for dinner? And you want me to share it with you?

Sang Jian had already walked to the small table next to the floor-to-ceiling window and sat down on her short legs, waiting for Luo Si'an to set the meal for her.

Luosian hesitated for a moment and whispered: I will eat after the princess finishes eating.

He placed the meals one by one in front of Sanmei.

Sang Jian gave him the afternoon tea, and he was already hungry by now.

She picked up the chopsticks to eat, but the chopsticks were too long and her little hands were too small. It was awkward to pick up the food.

It is strange to say that this Westerner does not use a knife and fork, but actually uses chopsticks.

Sang Jian struggled for a while and finally gave up.

He slapped his chopsticks on the table angrily, put his hands on his hips and said, Feed me!

... Luo Si'an was stunned.

Hurry up! I'm hungry! Sang Jian urged.

…yes.

Luo Si'an silently moved another chair next to Sanmi, picked up the chopsticks and rice bowl on the table, and fed Sanmi little by little with trembling hands.

This is the first time he has done such a thing.

She is young now and needs someone to take care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation. In the past, Bacoor was always by her side.

If he doesn't serve him well, will he find excuses to punish him again?

But... why should he, a twenty-year-old soul, be afraid of this five-year-old kid?

Luo Xi'an was thinking a lot, so he took a piece of meat and stuffed it into Sang Jian's mouth.

Hot!!! Sang Jian immediately exclaimed.

Finally, Luo Si'an, whose hands had been shaking a little, was frightened to drop his chopsticks after hearing this word.

This time, Sang Jian's entire face turned dark.

The very hot piece of meat was still in her mouth. She kept breathing with her mouth open, and her big eyes were staring at Losian.

Luosian pursed his lips, put the bowl on the table, stood up quickly, and without knowing what he was thinking, he stretched out his hand towards Sang Jian's mouth and took out the piece of meat from her mouth.

Sang Jian: ...

Losian: ...

The air seemed to freeze at this moment,

I'm going to change a pair of chopsticks. Luo Si'an bent down to pick up the chopsticks that fell on the ground, turned around and left.

Quite a bit of a fleeing attitude.

Sang Jian said angrily behind him: You can't even feed me, you're so stupid!

Losian: ...

He quickened his pace and was about to close the door when he heard the little princess in the room shout impatiently: Bring your own dinner over. If the people in the kitchen don't give it to you, just say I asked you to bring it.

With a bang, Losian closed the door.

He stood outside the door, his hand still on the door handle, his head lowered and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Sang Jian, who was in the room, calmed down all the little expressions he had just shown, rested his chin on one hand, and turned his head to look at the night scene outside the window.

Her little knight's twenty years in the previous life were all in vain, and he couldn't even resist a five-year-old little milk baby.

Then there is no other way but to retrain.

…

Knight of Rosian, do you need any help?

Losian never left the door, and the two maids guarding the door couldn't help but ask.

Luosian came back to his senses, shook his head, looked at the chopsticks in his hand and the meat just taken out of Sang Jian's mouth, pursed his thin lips tightly, and walked downstairs.

The two maids looked at each other, and it seemed that the red man next to the princess was about to change.