The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

His girl has grown up, he doesn't want to regret it anymore, and he must never hesitate when it's time to eat.

Besides, he longed for her so much, for a whole thousand and five hundred years, he had been waiting for a thousand and five hundred years.

He doesn't need any worries, all worries are hidden dangers, and he can't let An Ying have any hidden dangers of leaving him.

Putting the dinner on the bedside table, squatting down, stretching out his hand to gently caress An Ying's baby-like delicate cheek, he couldn't help but want to slide his hand away from her chest.

With a slight effort, An Ying woke up from the panic. [

Being underestimated in her sleep, An Ying subconsciously covered her chest, but stopped when she saw Tian Junhao for the first time.

She frowned tightly, then relaxed it again, lowered her head, her sleepy eyes betrayed her nervousness at the moment.

Tian Junhao's teasing made her very uncomfortable, and a strange feeling wandered all over her body.

Tian Junhao narrowed his eyes slightly, and at the moment An Ying woke up with a start, he let go of the tenderness in his eyes.

Seeing through An Ying's thoughts, the corners of Tian Junhao's lips curled up slightly, and his cold breath slowly wrapped An Ying's cold body.

"I want you." The simple four words are not an inquiry, but a statement.

As usual as talking about the weather, An Ying's slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

He said he wanted her, could she refuse?

Raising his eyes, Tian Junhao's pupils did not waver at all.

Seeing An Ying's pitiful yet trying her best to endure the tension, Tian Junhao let go of his hand and stood up slowly.

With his hands out of his trouser pockets, he looked down at An Ying whose back was trembling slightly, his eyes were full of displeasure, but there was also a trace of helplessness.

"Can you give me a little more time?" There is no escape, only time delay.

An Ying could only see his straight trousers, domineering and cold, just like the owner of the trousers, a born king, chilling people.

An Ying pursed her lips, looked up, and suddenly screamed out.

"what--"

However, when he just raised his head, he immediately shrank back like a snail when he saw Tian Junhao's gaze, his face was flushed.