Demon master lolicon

Turning around and slamming the door shut, Nangong Sawano strode back to his room.

He can't do without her, but she sleeps peacefully alone!

Nangong Sawano, you are enough!She actually made herself like this for a little maid!

Han Xiaotu, who was crying silently while hiding under the quilt, raised her head from under the quilt when she heard the sound, but all she saw was the closed door.

At this time, no one should come in.

Han Xiaotu thought it was the wind that closed the door, so she fell down again and fell asleep under the covers.

Han Xiaotu closed her eyes, ready to sleep.

But after a while, Han Xiaotu sighed and opened his eyes.

It seems... Ever since I got used to being hugged by the young master to sleep every day, it's hard to fall asleep when I'm alone.

It turns out that once a habit is formed, it is difficult to change it.

In the morning, both of them didn't sleep well, and got up with dark circles under their eyes.

Sure enough, Nangong Zeye drove to school early in the morning without waiting for Han Xiaotu.

Han Xiaotu curled her lips and got on the bus with a disappointed face.

Because of the traffic jam, when I arrived at the school, it was almost time for class.Han Xiaotu rushed into the classroom in a hurry, only to find that the desk next to the young master, which was her desk, was gone!

"Master—where's my... my desk?"

Han Xiaotu stood beside the young master and asked him cautiously.

The young master didn't answer, and didn't even raise his eyes.His thin lips were slightly pursed, showing cold and blunt lines, and his handsome side face was still so impeccable, which really made people feel so strange.

Han Xiaotu clenched her hands unconsciously, and stood beside the young master's seat stupidly, at a loss, her nails were deeply embedded in her flesh, and she didn't feel any pain.

"Han Xiaotu, where is your seat?"

The squad leader suddenly came over and patted Han Xiaotu on the shoulder, and then took Han Xiaotu to the corner of the last row of the classroom near the trash can, where her desk was left alone.

Han Xiaotu choked up a bit, and silently walked to her new seat.

Soon, the class bell rang, and the Chinese teacher walked in.

During class, non-stop whispering voices reached Han Xiaotu's ears.

"Did Han Xiaotu be hated by Master Nangong? Her position has been transferred to the side of the trash can."

"Sure! Have you noticed that Master Nangong doesn't say a word to Han Xiaotu now, and doesn't even look at her."

"In the past, Han Xiaotu was the only one who could get close to Young Master Nangong, but the treatment he is receiving now is really... tsk tsk... the difference between heaven and earth."

"Han Xiaotu doesn't have the "favour" of Master Nangong now, so she probably has a hard time. There have always been many girls who can't understand her. Because of the master, they dare not touch her. Now the master treats her like this. Hehe, I guess Han Xiaotu will be sad at school in the future!"

"It's class time now, the students below be quiet!"

The Chinese teacher knocked on the table suddenly, quieting the classroom discipline, and those talkative students immediately quieted down.

However, what they said had more or less reached Han Xiaotu's ears.

Han Xiaotu sat at the back and looked at the back of the young master's head. The golden shattered hair softly covered his neck, and the golden sunlight outside the window came in through the glass, casting a faint halo on his whole body. It's as beautiful as an angel who has fallen into the mortal world.

There is nothing more sad than that her angel has rejected her.