Demon master lolicon

Han Xiaotu was talking on her own, without noticing at all. At that time, Nangong Zeye had already been completely moved by her childish words.

He has always thought that only his little white rabbit needs to be protected, but he never thought that in the world of little white rabbits, he is also the one to be protected.

"So, master, do you understand?" Han Xiaotu looked at Nangong Zeye very seriously, "If the master wants to fight in the future, you must call me first! Whether it is the fault of the master or the other party, I will stand on the young master's side and help the young master to defeat the opponent! Young master, remember, when you fight in the future, you must call—uh—”

Before the last word "I" was uttered, Han Xiaotu, who was speaking enthusiastically, was pinched by Nangong Zeye who suddenly came up, and then suddenly kissed his lips.

Different from usual, Han Xiaotu clearly felt that the young master's kiss at this moment was gentle and affectionate, without the meaning of bullying or punishment, but with semblance of cherish and love, just like treating a lover.

Han Xiaotu's heart trembled subconsciously, and she unconsciously raised her eyes to look at the young master.

At that time, Nangong Zeye's eyes were slightly closed, his expression was blurred, and his delicate and handsome features seemed to be covered with a thin layer of soft light, exuding rare tenderness and nostalgia.

This expression... do you like it?

Han Xiaotu stared at the young master in a daze.

It wasn't until the young master finally let go of her lips, opened the distance between the two of them, and looked at her slightly panting, that she came back to her senses.

At this time, Nangong Zeye's cheeks inexplicably showed a strange flush, as if he himself did not expect that under such an abrupt situation, he couldn't help kissing Han Xiaotu.

A little embarrassed, a little awkward, Nangong Sawano unconsciously looked away, and looked at other places with a proud face.

But at the moment his heart was beating wildly, thumping, thumping, and it would be difficult to calm down for a while.

"Master... that... I... I will continue to treat your wound..."

Han Xiaotu was also extremely flustered at the moment, so she had to concentrate all her attention on the young master's wound.

Nangong Zeye's reticence was acquiescence, so Han Xiaotu continued to move his hands lightly and carefully.

"Han Xiaotu, I won't give anyone a chance to hit me in the future."

Noticing Han Xiaotu's distressed expression when he wiped his wound, Nangong Sawano spoke again.

In fact, to him, this skin trauma is nothing at all. Compared to him, Han Xiaotu's unreasonable insult is what he cares about.However, seeing Han Xiaotu's brows tightly frowned because of worry, and his expression of not being able to relax for a moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

After Mo Yichen's birthday party was over, all the guests left.Nangong Zeye was also picked up by his own driver, and the boys who were injured in the fight just now were also sent to the hospital for examination by Mo Yichen.

Immediately, the big villa of Mo Yichen's family fell into the original tranquility again.

Before going to bed at night, Han Xiaotu passed by Mo Yichen's room and saw him pacing back and forth in the corridor in front of the room, holding a mobile phone in his hand, as if he was on the phone.

He spoke Korean, and Han Xiaotu didn't know what he was talking about after listening for a long time.Just when he was about to go back to his room to sleep, he was surprised to find that Mo Yichen suddenly squatted down against the wall, and at the same time as the phone was hung up, there were faint tears in the corners of his eyes.

Han Xiaotu was taken aback for a moment, Mo Yichen, who always had a playful smile, now... seems to be crying...

After hesitating for a while, Han Xiaotu walked up to Mo Yichen and squatted beside him.

"Hello Mo Yichen, what's wrong with you?"

Han Xiaotu looked at him with concern, that extraordinarily delicate and beautiful face was haggard like a withered flower at the moment.

"Oh—nothing—"

Suddenly noticing Han Xiaotu's appearance, Mo Yichen unconsciously dodged his eyes, and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes.As if trying to cover up something, the disappointed and sad expression just now was covered by a faint smile.

But Han Xiaotu could tell that Mo Yichen was sad because of something at this moment.

"Mo Yichen, if you really don't regard me as a servant, then tell me frankly, what's wrong with you?"

Han Xiaotu turned over Mo Yichen's face and looked at him seriously.

As if he didn't expect Han Xiaotu to be so serious, Mo Yichen was stunned for a moment, and then finally said, "I called my dad just now."

Han Xiaotu suddenly thought that today is Mo Yichen's birthday, but it seems that his parents did not fly over from South Korea to celebrate his birthday.Logically speaking, for a rich family like theirs, it should not be a troublesome thing to come to China just for a few minutes to order a private jet to be prepared.

But his parents didn't show up, was it because he couldn't get away from his busy schedule?

"By the way, why didn't your parents come to celebrate your birthday?"

Han Xiaotu opened his mouth and asked out the doubts in his heart.

"..."

As soon as Han Xiaotu asked the question, she felt that Mo Yichen's expression faltered obviously.

"They... never gave me a birthday. When I was in Korea, my birthday was also prepared by the servants. Let alone now, I am alone in China."

When Mo Yichen spoke, there was a slight bitterness on the corners of his lips. Such a Mo Yichen seemed to have a deep sadness hidden in his heart.

"Why? Why is this happening?" Han Xiaotu didn't understand the way Mo Yichen got along with his parents, and continued to ask, "Mo Yichen...does it mean that there is some mystery about your life experience hidden in your body? Actually...you Not your own?!"

Han Xiaotu stared at Mo Yichen with wide eyes.

"You have read too many novels! Of course I am my own!"

After hearing Han Xiaotu's words, Mo Yichen unconsciously raised his voice, irritated by her rich imagination.

"Then...then why..." Han Xiaotu silently sweated for herself, as if she really watched too much at eight o'clock.