The Little Midnight Bride

She swallowed a large piece of meat before smacking her lips and said, "Didn't I ask you to bring me a gift? You won't forget, right?"

Di Shao suddenly realized, looked at her apologetically, and said hesitatingly: "Yaoyao, I..."

"Don't tell me, you forgot?" She raised her chin, narrowed her dangerous eyes, and hummed. (Novel Network www>

"I dare not say?" He put down his chopsticks and looked at her with evasive eyes.

Looking at his expression, she knew even after thinking about it with her toes, this guy didn't bring her any presents at all. [

A certain person was dissatisfied, and grabbed the chopsticks to poke the bottom of the bowl: "Hmph, you don't take me to heart at all."

"Nonsense, my heart is full of pretending to be you." Young Master Di hurriedly defended himself, stroked his forehead, his eyes were full of emotion, for fear that she would not believe it.

"I'll make it better, then why don't you bring me a gift, this is the first time I've asked a man for a gift, my first time!!" She emphasized, then pouted, feeling very shameless.

He laughed internally, "Who said I didn't prepare a gift for you."

"You just admitted it yourself." Gu Xiaoyao was angry, and said one word back, and the next second, her eyes turned from dark to bright: "What do you mean, did you bring me a gift?"

She looked at him expectantly, a little nervous,

He smiled without saying a word, picked up the chopsticks to pick up food for her again: "Eat."

"You haven't answered me yet."

Young Master Di nodded, but he still didn't say what gift he had prepared, to whet her appetite, even if Gu Xiaoyao tried her best, she couldn't get a word out of him.

She was so anxious that she didn't have any interest in doing anything else all night, so she just walked around in front of him.

"When will you give me the gift?"

At night, Gu Xiaoyao knelt on the bed, holding the guarantee in her hand, her little face flushed red, with the expression that she was going to beat him up if he didn't hand it over.

"You give me a bath first."

"You're dreaming!" She cocked her mouth and refused to agree.

At the same time, I roared in my heart: Young Master Di, you are a sex/devil, you are a sex/devil, you are a big sex/devil, I don't want to be fooled by you, I just don't give you a bath, what can you do to me.

Young Master Di pretended to be pitiful: "You have the heart to let me wash it myself?"

Pretend to be pitiful, who wouldn't.He has been familiar with it since he was a child, and the master of pretending to be poor is close at hand, so he has a good appearance when he learns.

"Then you give me the gift first, and I will consider whether it is worth serving you."