Chapter 1074 Warning, excessive sweetness (19)
"Song Dynasty."
The man introduced his name carefully, word for word.
Jiang Jian smiled.
"Okay, when did you and our Tangtang meet?"
Jiang Tang had a dumpling in his mouth, so he could only watch Song Nai said honestly.
"Last month."
"Oh...we've only known each other for less than a month."
"Yeah."
"Then I'll prepare a room for you. The house is too messy, so don't mind."
Song Naichao shook his head and pointed at Jiang Tang.
"Don't bother, I'll sleep with her."
"..."
Jiang Jian couldn't laugh anymore. He looked at Jiang Tang, then at Song Naichao, and finally said dryly.
"It's okay, I'll clean up the house right now."
In the kitchen, Song Naichao and Jiang Tang were left staring.
Jiang Tang's house was cleaned very clean. Jiang Jian didn't know she was coming, but the house could still be so tidy, which showed that this man really cared about his daughter.
Jiang's father spent a lot of money to customize the dreamy princess bed for her. There were so many small furnishings in the room that it was obvious that it was a girl's room.
Just as he was about to take a shower, he took off his coat and saw bandages wrapped around his arms. Jiang Tang hesitated for three seconds, then took off his clothes, raised his arms high, and took a bath in his own bathroom.
The wound was very painful, and blood overflowed from the white bandage.
Jiang Tang raised his arms expressionlessly, letting the water wash down his head from top to bottom.
In the steaming bathroom, Jiang Tang put on a shirt with one hand, buttoned two or three buttons with difficulty, and then kicked open the bathroom door with a towel on his head.
The cold air outside the bathroom hit his face. Jiang Tang shivered all over and jumped onto the bed at a trot barefoot. "Bang" sound.
There was a strange sound coming from the bed, and the skin beneath him felt cold.
Jiang Tang raised his arms, lifted the towel off his head, and opened his eyes to see the man beneath him.
"How did you..."
When she jumped on the bed just now, no one was there, but in the blink of an eye, someone appeared on the bed.
After just a second of doubt, Jiang Tang thought that Song Naichao could teleport, which would be really convenient.
Jiang Tang frowned and struggled to move his buttocks away. The wound on his wrist was touched, and he grinned in pain. The water from his hair dripped onto the man's pale and handsome face.
Song Naichao turned his head away uncomfortably, stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, his voice was soft and hoarse.
"Butt hurts?"
"Hand hurts."
Jiang Tang held his chest and sat cross-legged on the bed, holding his head of wet hair and looking at his wrist in annoyance.
Human wounds heal too slowly and will bleed if you apply even a little force, which is very troublesome.
Song Naichao looked at Jiang Tang's wrist eagerly, his Adam's apple moved slightly and his throat went dry.
He suppressed the restlessness in his heart, reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. The normal nails grew visibly, and Jiang Tang watched him use his nails to easily cut open the bandage on his wrist.
The blood-stained bandage fell off, revealing the wound where the stitches had been stitched. It was extremely red and swollen, and the needle was embedded in the flesh. When Jiang Tang applied a little force, blood seeped out.
Seeing that the snow-white sheets were about to suffer, Jiang Tang quickly reached out to take it, but before she could reach out her hand, the man sitting next to him suddenly lowered his head.
The next second, the wound was numb.
Looking at the light chestnut curly head in front of him, Jiang Tang remained motionless.
"Okay!"
(End of chapter)