Demon master lolicon

Han Xiaotu understands that he is exclusive to the young master, and only he can touch him.Who is Nangong Sawano, how can his things be touched by others at will.And once something is touched, it can only be hated.

It turned out to be the case.

Han Xiaotu cried unconsciously, her chest was full of grievances and discomfort.

Why did the young master not comfort her after encountering such a bad thing, but with such a cold and disgusting attitude.

It turned out that even with so many years of company, the young master did not really treat her as a person of flesh and blood, but just regarded her as his own item, something that cannot be coveted by others.

However, she is a living person, and she also suffers and suffers.

"Xiaotu, don't be sad." Uncle Chen saw Han Xiaotu crying, thinking she was sad because the young master didn't let her sleep with her, so he comforted him, "Young master, it's just a child's temper, and he often gets angry. , but has the young master been angry for more than three days? Don't worry, the young master will forget everything in a few days."

Although Uncle Chen said so, Han Xiaotu didn't think so.

In the evening, Han Xiaotu went back to her room early after dinner.She hid in the quilt alone, crying secretly, because the young master never looked at her again from the beginning to the end.

Normally, Han Xiaotu personally serves the young master's meals, but just now when the young master saw that Han Xiaotu was going to prepare bowls and chopsticks for him, he immediately stopped her and asked other servants to do it.

Han Xiaotu was left aside by the young master just like that, like a child who did something wrong.

It turned out that being disliked by the young master made her feel so uncomfortable. In the past, she always felt that the young master had a bad temper, always clinging to sleep with her, and punishing her every now and then, forcing her to do things she didn't want to do.

But now when the young master really treated her indifferently, ignored her, and didn't even bother to torment her, she realized that the young master's indifference was the greatest punishment for her.

At the same moment, Nangong Sawano, who was lying on his double bed, just stared at the ceiling blankly, without any sleepiness.

Turning over and seeing Han Xiaotu's pillow next to his own, he frowned, grabbed that pillow and threw it on the ground.

Afterwards, Nangong Sawano covered his head with the quilt and buried himself in the quilt, trying to make himself fall asleep quickly.

However, this snail-style sleeping method is obviously not good.

Nangong Sawano tossed and turned several times, finally sticking his head out of the quilt angrily, panting heavily, with a sullen expression on his face.

He can't sleep!

Could it be that he really couldn't sleep without Han Xiaotu!

Angry, Nangong Zeye got up and sat up, then put on his slippers and strode out of the room.

Walking back and forth in the villa because of irritability, the sound of anxious footsteps was very clear in the silent house late at night.

Unconsciously, Nangong Zeye walked to the door of Han Xiaotu's room.

Damn it!

Nangong Zeye cursed secretly in his heart.

The door of Han Xiaotu's room was not closed, it was just ajar, revealing a gap.

By coincidence, Nangong Zeye gently pushed open the door of Han Xiaotu's room, and seeing Han Xiaotu buried in the quilt motionless, Nangong Zeye thought that Han Xiaotu had fallen asleep, sleeping like a dead pig In the same way, the anger in my heart rose again.