Chapter 277
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Too many men nowadays only talk about how good I am to you and what I've done for you.
In fact, it was nothing more than taking something from a woman.
But he said that he didn't give her anything. He was so honest.
"Alright, I've decided. I'll give it to you on the day you marry me." Luo Sang covered herself with the blanket and laid down. Her mouth was covered, and only her bright eyes could be seen.
Nian Junting was stunned. He lowered his head to look at his little Junting, who was about to burst. His lips parted in pain.
He cursed in his heart.
Just now, he was so upset that he forgot about his little Junting.
Now, he was so upset.
"Actually, what I meant was that you don't need to become one with me because of your father, but you can think about something else. You love me so much. Is that okay?" He lowered his head and looked at his little Junting awkwardly.
“。”
Luo Sang was speechless. What happened to his righteous words?
"Who was the one who said that my first time was very important? Besides, didn't you get through it on your own when I wiped your body? You didn't even need cold water," Luo Sang said sarcastically as she tried to hold back her laughter.
"That was because I didn't have a girlfriend. Things are different now." Nian Junting turned around, sat up straight, and stared at her.
He looked like Xiaosi who was drooling at the sight of a bone.
"In your dreams." Luo Sang stuck out her tongue, then crawled under the blanket and ignored him.
Nian Junting stared at the bulge in the blanket for a while, then quietly curled up his tall body and lay down beside her.
Luo Sang didn't hear anything outside. About a minute later, she felt really uncomfortable. She quietly pulled the blanket open a little and found that Nian Junting was curled up with his back facing her.
His back was slightly bent, and there were faint scars on his skin. His waist was lean and perfect.
It was the kind of back that made people feel safe.
"You'll catch a cold." Luo Sang covered him with the blanket.
He didn't move.
"Eh, you're not angry, are you?" Luo Sang asked tentatively.
"Don't talk to me. I'm holding it in." Nian Junting's tight and hoarse voice was heard. "I'm only halfway through the twenty-five-thousand-mile Long March."
Luo Sang stayed silent.
What did holding it in have to do with the Long March?
Luo Sang almost burst into laughter.
After a while, she bit her lips and slowly moved closer to him, her soft body pressing against his back.
Nian Junting shuddered, and his breathing grew heavier.
Luo Sang blushed, her snow-white hands slowly creeping up his waist.
After some time.
Suddenly, a low grunt sounded in the air.
Only then did Luo Sang get up from the bed and rush into the bathroom to wash her hands.
The scorching heat on his hand almost burned his palm.
She only washed it a few times with scented soap.
When she came out, Nian Junting was lying on his side on the bed, looking at her smilingly. "Luo, for the time being, my happiness is in your hands."
"Let's sleep." Luo Sang turned off the light and slept on the edge of the bed under the moonlight.
"It's getting cold. You can sleep with me in your arms." Nian Junting pulled her into his arms.
His chest was burning hot, and a familiar body scent lingered at the tip of his nose.
Luo Sang was so tired that she finally fell into a deep sleep.
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Classes started at half past eight the next morning, so Luosang woke up at seven.
"Why are you up so early?" Nian Junting looked at her sleepily.
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