Demon master lolicon

Since that day, Han Xiaotu's attitude towards the young master has obviously changed.It's not that she doesn't like the young master anymore, it's just that she feels that the feeling for the young master is no longer as warm as before.

Because she knew that soon, Song Yina would completely take her place and become the one who really stood by the young master's side, and she was just a little maid, and after all, she was nothing more than a servant who had nothing to do with her.

But Song Yina is different, she will be the young master's wife, the young master's lover, the mother of the young master's child, and the closest person to the young master.

Yes, the young master's closest person will no longer be her.

She couldn't leave Nangong's house, she couldn't choose to escape from the young master, so she could only close her own heart, stop taking the fact of "liking young master" as a fact, and just numb herself so that she wouldn't pay any more attention to the young master.

Because after getting drunk last night, the young master had a splitting headache this morning, Han Xiaotu went to the kitchen to bring the young master some hangover tea, and after putting it lightly on the table, he was about to turn around and leave.

"Han Xiaotu——"

Nangong Zeye called Han Xiaotu to stop.

"Is there any other orders, young master?" Han Xiaotu turned around when he heard the voice, and said respectfully.

"You...don't go yet." For some reason, Nangong Sawan always felt that Han Xiaotu was a little strange today, he couldn't tell what was different, but it was different from usual.

"Okay." So Han Xiaotu didn't leave, and stood not far from the young master's bed, waiting for him to finish his tea.

Nangong Zeye sat up from the bed, his head was unbearable due to the hangover, looked at the hangover tea on the table, Nangong Zeye pouted, "Han Xiaotu, feed me."

"Yes."

Han Xiaotu walked over, picked up the tea bowl solemnly, and brought it to the young master's mouth.

Nangong Zeye stared intently at Han Xiaotu while drinking.

But he found that Han Xiaotu's eyes were only fixed on the bowl the whole time, and he never looked directly at him.Her expression looked extremely indifferent, as if she were two different people from her usual self.

After drinking a bowl of tea, Han Xiaotu said, "I'll take the bowl back to the kitchen, young master, you can rest for a while."

After serving Nangong Zeye to drink tea, Han Xiaotu said.

Just when she was about to turn around and leave, Han Xiaotu found that her wrist was being held by Nangong Zeye. Soon, Han Xiaotu found that Nangong Zeye got up from the bed and stood in front of her.

"Let me touch it."

In the next second, Nangong Zeye raised his hand to cover Han Xiaotu's forehead, feeling her temperature very tenderly.

"Are you sick? Why does your face look so bad?"

When speaking, Nangong Zeye frowned slightly and looked at Han Xiaotu who was silent, his worried expression was rarely caring and gentle.

Suddenly, Han Xiaotu stepped back subconsciously, and replied in a panic, "No. But... Maybe I didn't sleep well."

Han Xiaotu subconsciously looked away, not looking at the young master's dark blue eyes. This kind of thought-provoking concern is really easy to release her buried love uncontrollably.

"..."

Seeing Han Xiaotu's almost dodging performance, Nangong Zeye put down the right hand that Han Xiaotu avoided, and the doubts in his heart deepened.

"I'm going out first."

Bypassing the young master, Han Xiaotu hurried out with the bowl.

Master, stop being gentle with me.Because this kind of tenderness is like a slow poison, the longer it takes, the more painful it will be when the poison occurs.