Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

"So now... what should I do?"

Nan Jing slightly surveyed his head, and a pair of crystal black eyes looked at Landis calmly, frankly and without any thought.

Landis gasped for breath, and wanted to kiss Nan Jing on the cheek.

"Just rest well, and leave the other things to me, how about it?" Landis restrained himself a bit, and it's best to eat delicious food slowly.

Since someone is willing to take care of everything for him, Nan Jing is at ease, and even if he doesn't agree to Landis, will he leave it alone?It's clear that no refusal is allowed, so why ask yourself in a gentle tone!

"Then thank you very much." Nan Jing held a gentle smile and complained in his heart.

After reaching a preliminary agreement, Landis checked Nan Jing's mental state, and then said that he needed to continue to rest. He lay down and fell asleep again after a while.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Landis was incredulous at Nan Jing who fell asleep quickly—just fell asleep like that?ah?No defense at all?Does he know that there are still people who have fantasies about him?

Landis was depressed.

"It really makes me helpless." The handsome man smiled lowly, gently pressed down the corner of the quilt for Nan Jing, kissed his smooth forehead, then got up and left.

This time Nan Jing didn't sleep for a long time, and woke up in just over two hours.

Landis did everything, Nan Jing's hand stroked a suit of clothes beside him, secretly surprised.

The material is obviously a very precious pure natural hand-spun silk texture. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as rare. It is the same as the 3S whirlwind, and it is no longer affordable by the rich.

Nan Jing picked up the jacket, shook it off, the tentacles were smooth and supple, and the light golden dark lines like sprinkling gold condensed into low-key and gorgeous lines, so beautiful that people couldn't put it down.

"A rich man." Nan Jing shook his head with emotion.

Obviously these are the clothes that Landis prepared for him, but Nan Jing has no reason to wear them.

"He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth." Nan Jing folded his clothes and walked down.

A moment later, Landis, who was in the living room on the first floor, saw Nan Jing appearing in his field of vision wearing a nightgown and stepping barefoot on the wooden floor.

The delicate collarbone is looming under the neckline of the thin pajamas, the black hair is like a mist like a waterfall, smoothly reaching the waist, and a few strands fall awkwardly on the chest.

"Where are my clothes?"

Nan Jing came to Landis who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, bent down and knocked on the book that Landis was holding in his hand and had already read most of it.

While speaking, he had already set his eyes on the book.

"The Last Guardian".

There is a sense of space-time trance.

Nan Jing remembers that this series of novels in the category of war love was all the rage. It wrote a story about one of a pair of lovers sacrificing himself to protect his lover in Star Wars.

The author's writing style is excellent and tear-jerking, and it has reached hundreds of millions of pageviews in just one week after it was completed.

Landis closed the book, put it on the sofa at hand, moved his gaze upwards from the delicate collarbone, and finally met Nan Jing's black eyes.