The little black-bellied princess: the bewitching demon pupil

Chapter 21
"You went to the black street, and you also worshiped a master? Who is your master?" Ye Feitian frowned.

Anyway, having said so much, Dongfang Tongxi simply poured beans out of a bamboo tube: "That's right, the master said his name is Xin Aotian, and he also has a nickname, hey, what's his name?"

Dongfang Tongxi pretended to be thinking, and suddenly, she clapped her hands fiercely, and said loudly in a happy tone that she finally came up with the correct answer after thinking hard: "Oh, by the way, he said that he is called the devil!"

"What? Xin Aotian, 'The Demon King of Difficult Hands'?" Ye Feitian stood up without warning, and shouted involuntarily.

Ye Feitian stood up suddenly, causing Dongfang Tongxi, who was unprepared, to lose his center of gravity. If she hadn't hooked his neck in time, she would definitely fall to his ass.

"That's right, the master also told Tong'er to spend two hours every afternoon to learn martial arts with him! Brother Tian, ​​is it okay?" Dongfang Tongxi grabbed his sleeves, trying to make his eyes stained with water, and then pitifully Xi Xi looked at him.

"Little Tonger, you are really..." Hiding the shock on his face, Ye Feitian sat down again, placed Dongfang Tongxi on his lap, then lowered his head to look at her, his eyes were full of love and affection. Helpless: "Yes, as long as Tong'er is happy."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Dongfang Tongxi stopped bothering Ye Feitian and leaned her head on his shoulder to look at his profile.

In good conscience, Ye Feitian looks outstanding, with thick black eyebrows, slightly feminine phoenix eyes, a straight nose bridge and thin lips that are said to symbolize ruthlessness, all combined together form an impeccably handsome face .

Although he is only 17 years old, he exudes a sense of nobility and majesty all the time.

If such a man was in the 21st century, he might be able to fascinate many girls, but how could he fall in love with her?She is only a seven-year-old child!
"What's the matter, little Tonger?" Perhaps Dongfang Tongxi's gaze was too direct and focused, causing Ye Feitian to stop working and look at her.

"It's nothing." Dongfang Tongxi withdrew her gaze from his face, turned her head, and said, "Brother Tian, ​​Tong'er wants to rest."

Ye Feitian looked at the few official documents left on the desk, turned his head and said softly to Dongfang Tongxi: "Little Tonger, wait for Brother Tian to finish dealing with these, and then send Xiaotonger back to the room to rest, okay?"

Dongfang Tongxi nodded silently, leaned into his arms and closed her eyes.

After finishing the work at hand, Ye Feitian was about to speak, but he caught a glimpse of the little person whom he hurt more than his own life, curled up in his arms and fell asleep.

Ye Feitian stretched out his fingertips, gently stroked Dongfang Tongxi's slightly upturned lips, unconsciously showing a gentle smile that only appeared when facing Dongfang Tongxi.

I don't know, but in Dongfang Tongxi's dream, does he exist?
I don't know how long it took, Ye Feitian woke up from the gaze, as if facing a fragile porcelain doll, he carefully picked up the little person and sent him back to the room.

Gently covering Dongfang Tongxi with the quilt, Ye Feitian sat on the edge of the bed and looked greedily at Dongfang Tongxi's innocent sleeping face.

Recalling the smile that touched his heart when he first saw her seven years ago and made him sink willingly, he couldn't help but leaned over and pressed a light kiss on the cheek of the **** little person.

A deep sigh escaped Ye Feitian's throat like this: "My little pupil, when will you grow up?"

No one answered this question, Ye Feitian stood up and took a deep look at xx, then gently opened the door and left quietly.

The bright moonlight poured down from the half-opened windows, casting a thin layer of cold radiance on the quiet room.

The night is dark...

(End of this chapter)