My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Because I'm my sister, I'm being naughty."

However, Teresa just pouted and said coquettishly in her arms.

"If she is always like a child, when will little Teresa learn to rob men." Dracula stretched out a light-white finger to touch the little nose of the girl in his arms, and said helplessly.

"Emotions are not the ones who come first to win. If you don't know how to grab them, you may be caught by a vixen who suddenly appears at any time."

"Huh?" Teresa froze suddenly, looking at the white-haired woman in front of her, her expression suddenly became strange.

"Onee-sama is so proficient... I have some strange experiences..."

"Cough cough..."

The pure white beauty lying on the bed suddenly coughed violently, the hand that was rubbing the girl's hair suddenly became stronger, and pressed the girl's head firmly to his chest.

"Huh? What did Teresa just say? Why didn't I hear it~~"

"elder sister……"

"Ok?"

"It's going to be suffocated to death..."

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"Okay, I won't fight with you anymore."

The pure white beauty patted Teresa's butt angrily, took her hand to stand up, and walked to the dressing table.

"Come on, take off your clothes and get ready to rest."

"Uh-huh."

The white-haired girl nodded, and sat obediently on the stool in front of the dressing table.

"Did you take a bath at Ni... Gong Ming of yours?" Dracula's white fingers gently inserted into the girl's white hair, giving people the feeling in a trance, like white jade inserted into sterling silver. Among the drawn wires.

She first took off the little crown on Teresa's head, and then untied the girl's hair, letting her half-long hair spread out naturally and hang it behind her back.The girl in the mirror became quiet the moment her hair was straightened, and a gentle and gentle aura flowed out, and the childish feeling that belonged to children also weakened a little, revealing a A little bit of a mature breath.

"This hair looks like it took a bath."

"Well, it's been washed."

Teresa put her hands between her legs, and nodded her head obediently.

"I took a good shower when I got home after shopping for clothes."

"Sure enough, it's been washed." Dracula's mouth curled up into a slight smile, and he gently pulled her hair, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness, and there was also a little cramped smile.

"Does little Teresa know what it means for a single girl to take a bath in another man's house?"

"I know..." However, the sitting girl pouted, her expression becoming a little complicated.

"But it feels like Gong Ming treats me like a child, not an adult at all..."

"That's because Teresa herself is always like a child." The pure white beauty laughed, and two pure white hands passed through the girl's armpits and untied her belt.

When she stretched out her hand, the sleeves of the white gauze dress seemed to move upwards slightly, revealing half of her smooth and slender forearms. Her skin was so white and tender that it reminded people of a baby who had just given birth. Under the light, it looked like porcelain. of gloss.

In every sense, this is not the stunning beauty that the world should have.

She took off Teresa's clothes, and showed the girl's petite body wrapped in daytime underwear in front of the cosmetic mirror in front of her.

Children's growing tube top...

She looked at the girl's clothes and curled her lips at an angle that the girl couldn't see.

"You feel this way yourself, so how can you let others see you as a mature woman?"

"But Teresa was just a child." The white-haired girl shook her head coquettishly. "There's no rush for this kind of thing."

"Really? Do you really think so in your heart?" Teresa raised her eyebrows slightly, and her bright red eyes projected the girl's shadow in the mirror.

"My sister always feels that Teresa is not the type who thinks she is a child."

"..."

The girl in the mirror was stunned, looking at herself through the mirror, a hint of confusion suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Yeah..." She lowered her head and looked at her hands. "Theresa seems to be... really not a child..."

"How do you feel?"

Dracula's gentle voice came from the back of her head and reached the girl's ears.

"Teresa couldn't explain clearly either, but... when I thought of being a child, I suddenly became very panicked..."

Her small hands clenched into fists and pressed against her chest.

"It seems that if Teresa is still a child, something bad will happen immediately, as if there is some responsibility that Teresa must not be a child to shoulder, as if... as if... "

Her voice became more flustered and anxious as she spoke, and even began to tremble slightly at the end, with a little bit of crying.

"It's okay... Teresa."

Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out from the back of her head, holding her little head in her arms, interrupting her thoughts.

"It does not matter."