Little Master and Little Idol

The next morning, the little idol woke up first. The biological clock he had developed allowed him to wake up around 07:30 no matter where he rested.

When he opened his eyes, he felt something was wrong, as if there was something extra around him.

The little idol looked down, and at some point, the young master rolled from the wall to the middle of the bed, hugged his waist tightly like an octopus, leaned his head on his arm, pouted his mouth slightly, and stretched his long hair. The eyelashes trembled slightly.

In fact, the young master is very good-looking.The well-known handsome young master of the Ji family in the Beijing circle, at the age of 20, still has a baby face the size of a palm, with a head of curly hair, looks no different from a high school student.

Good-looking people are pleasing to the eye, everyone likes beautiful things, and little idols are no exception.

He looked at it for a while, then suddenly reached out and touched the young master's cheek lightly, the young master frowned in his sleep.The little idol retracted his fingertips and stared at him for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

He didn't move away the young master's hand around his waist, allowing someone to hold him.

About half an hour later, the young master opened his eyes in a daze, not knowing if he could see the person lying on his side clearly, he slightly raised his neck and hugged the little idol and kissed him softly and moistly. Landing on the left side of the little idol's cheek, he was so shocked that he forgot to react.

After committing the crime, the "perpetrator" lay down and leaned on the pillow to continue to sleep, thinking in his mouth: "Nannan, I dreamed of you again..."

Little Idol: "..."

He touched his face subconsciously, and chuckled after two seconds.

The young master was completely unaware of what had happened, and it was already 10:30 when he fully woke up.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around, seemingly unable to remember where he was.

The little idol was sitting at the computer desk beside him reading the script, when he heard the voice turn the stool and turned to look at him, "Are you hungry?"

The young master stared at him and muttered to himself: "Nannan..."

He didn't realize what he said until he finished speaking, sobered up instantly, grabbed the quilt to cover his head, and replied buzzing like a mosquito: "I'm a little hungry."

The little idol held back a smile and got up and walked out the door. The young master carefully poked his head out from under the quilt when he heard his footsteps fading away. Unexpectedly, the people who walked halfway turned back suddenly and said solemnly: "By the way, toothbrush and towels on the sink, all new."

Young Master: "..."

After eating the lunch prepared by the little idol, the young master had to leave. The old butler drove to pick him up and was already waiting downstairs.The little idol sent people downstairs to the car, and when the old housekeeper was about to drive, the young master suddenly raised his voice, "Uncle Six, wait—"

After he finished speaking, he pressed the car window to stop the little idol who was walking towards the apartment. The young master blushed with anxiety, and wanted to call Nan Nan, but he couldn't yell when it came to his lips, and finally shouted discouragedly: "Tu... ... Tunan."

The little idol stopped following the sound and turned around to look at him. There was something indescribable in his eyes, but he seemed a little less cold.

"You have to work hard for the next play, and I will do it too." The young master rolled his eyes.

The little idol lowered his head and smiled softly, "Okay."

At that time, he didn't know what the young master meant when he said "I will work hard too". It wasn't until later that he peeled open that person's heart step by step to see the deepest buried feelings, and then he didn't know what he had missed.