My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Is that the one my sister likes?" the white-haired girl raised her head, looked at the girl in front of her, and asked. "Then, is there a result?"

"How should I say it?" The pure white woman thought for a while and organized her vocabulary. "It's hard to say that I found it, or I didn't find it. I did see his name in a few places, and I saw many things that we witnessed together. I know that there is him in those things, but human beings His name is not in history."

"Humans need heroes, but they don't need a specific hero. The world needs gods, but they don't need a real god."

There was a little reminiscence on her face, and a gentle look flashed in her pure red eyes like jewels.

"This is what he said back then. Back then I thought he was just talking about me, but I didn't expect him to include himself in this category."

"For so many years, he must have lived very lonely."

She touched Teresa's head and held her in her arms, with a sense of loneliness in her tone. "After all, he is also a different kind that does not belong to human beings. No matter how much he loves, no matter how he sacrifices, no matter how fearless his smile is, no matter how brilliant he is. He can only be the only night watchman outside the crowd."

"elder sister……"

The white-haired girl felt the deep sadness in Dracula's tone, and couldn't help calling her name softly.

"Ok?"

Dracula came back from the memory, looked at the girl in front of him, and asked gently.

"what happened?"

"Can you tell me a story about you and your... boy?"

"Me and my boy?"

Dracula laughed and shook his head slightly.

"You don't want to hear it, it's not a good story."

"Tell me." The girl lied in her arms and acted like a baby.

"What Teresa wants to hear."

"In this case……"

The pure white woman hesitated for a moment, looking at the expectant eyes of the girl in her arms, she was still defeated and shook her head helplessly.

"Then let's say a little bit, but... only a little bit."

"En." The white-haired girl immediately nodded in her arms, her eyes full of expectation.

"Hmm..." Dracula hesitated for a moment, then opened his red lips and said softly.

"My encounter with him...wasn't a particularly interesting encounter..."

She held the girl in her arms and rocked gently. Judging from her posture, she looked like a mother who was putting her child to sleep.

"Before that." She lowered her head suddenly, and asked with a light smile at the girl in her arms. "What do you think of my identity when I was a child, or when I met him? Do you want to guess?"

"Hmm..." the white-haired girl pondered for a while, looked at the smiling Dracula in front of her, and said thoughtfully. "Sister is so noble and elegant... which family's eldest lady should she be? Or some kind of princess?"

"You guessed wrong." The pure white beauty's smile became brighter, and she shook her head while saying with some emotion. "When I met him... I was a child whore."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh thenhhh thenhhh therefore," Teresa jumped up in her arms, looking at the woman in front of her in surprise, almost implying that she had a hearing problem.

"It's that...【Child Prostitute】?"

"Yes." Dracula nodded. "It's the [young prostitute] who adopted young girls in that brothel and used her first night to serve adults when she was old."

"..."

Teresa opened her mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.

She originally thought it would be a meeting between the prince and the princess, but she didn't expect that the unfolding of this story was out of her expectation.

Faintly, she began to regret asking this question.

"I was twelve years old that year." However, the pure white woman didn't care about her expression, she just gently stretched out her arms to pull her back into her arms, and continued.

"Two big people came that day. We didn't know who those people were at the time, but we knew that the carriage they were riding in had the family crest of the Kaslana family—it was a very big family at that time. In a sense, it is more noble than a king."

"At that time, two men walked in. According to the owner of the brothel at the time, one of them had the iconic white hair of the Kaslana family, and the other red-haired man didn't know who it was, but seeing the two of them talking The posture of a person should also be a big man."

"and then?"

Teresa asked softly.

"Then, the two of them first came to the bathroom to take a bath-on the surface, the store we run is a bathroom. The task of me and another girl is to take a bath for them, massage and wipe their backs."

"For a brothel in a small town." Dracula shrugged his shoulders. "It's impossible to have a bigger person than the Kaslana family, who can climb more high branches. So even though I was completely underage at the time, I still walked in with another fourteen-year-old prostitute. into that bathroom."

"And that was also the first time I met him, that...a man who is as dazzling as the sun." She closed her eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"It's really amazing that such a fateful meeting happened when he was taken to whoring by his bad friend."

"Even if I recall it now, it's still..."

She smiled with emotion.

"I don't know what to say~"

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"Then..." Theresa then asked. "Then?"

"After that..." The pure white woman tilted her head, her smile was full of cuteness and cuteness. "In the beginning, it was just a normal service to take a bath for them. My companion took a towel and helped the big man with white hair wipe his back, and I was helping him squeeze his shoulders."