Demon master lolicon

This is entirely Han Xiaotu's groundless speculation, because she really doesn't know about this question.

But the young master's vision is so high, the type of girl he likes should at least be such a goddess level.

"..."

All the girls wept silently, as if they were too far from the standard.

"Little Tu, what do you think the young master is like?" asked the girl closest to Xiaotu, "Usually the young master doesn't get close to other people, and he doesn't talk very much. We don't even have a chance to know the young master. Are you The young master's maid should know the young master's character best, right?"

"This question..." Han Xiaotu paused, shook his head, a little hard to say, "I'll tell you...don't be disappointed..."

"No!" All the girls said in unison, "Say it quickly~"

"Okay." Han Xiaotu sighed, and finally said, "Actually, our young master is a domineering, selfish, capricious, cruel, overbearing, unpredictable guy with a changeable temperament. .Don't look at him as a decent person, but he has a bad temper and is difficult to get along with. If he is unhappy, he will lose his temper."

All the girls sighed.

"You guys, don't be fooled by his perfect appearance. Haven't you heard a saying, the more beautiful the appearance, the uglier the heart is often hidden."

"..." All the girls shook their heads in tears, unable to believe it.

"So, to sum up, our young master is just a scum with a handsome appearance, which is not something ordinary people can bear."

Speaking of this, Han Xiaotu couldn't help but be deeply impressed by her perseverance to survive so many years.

"Okay, is there anything else you want to ask?"

Han Xiaotu continued, looking at the girls around her.

However, she suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the way the girls looked at her, and why the sunlight above her head was suddenly covered up...

Han Xiaotu raised his head subconsciously.

When she looked up, she was dumbfounded.

The young master was standing behind her, looking at her with a half-smile, his dark blue eyes shone with a faint cold light, the corners of his beautiful lips were slightly hooked, and there was a faint smile that made people shudder.

"Young...young master——" Han Xiaotu swallowed unconsciously, got up from the ground, lowered his head and moved his hands towards the young master.

Miserable! Miserable!

How much did the young master hear...

Soon, Han Xiaotu found out that the girls scattered one by one under Nangong Zeye's calm and powerful gaze.

In the badminton court, only the young master and himself are left.

Han Xiaotu raised her head, walked over pitifully and flatteringly, tugged at the young master's sleeve innocently, "Master... I was wrong!"

The young master didn't speak, but kept looking at Han Xiaotu with his eyes.

But such a silent state made Han Xiaotu even more nervous.

Because the head was raised and there was a height difference of 29 centimeters between the two, Han Xiaotu's neck hurt!

"Han Xiaotu."

The young master finally spoke, and Han Xiaotu waited.

"I think you haven't been exercising lately."

"..."

Han Xiaotu grumbled his throat.

"10 laps of the playground."

"..." Han Xiaotu clenched the young master's sleeves tightly, looked at him with tears in his eyes, and tried to beg for mercy.

"20 laps?" Nangong Zeye raised his eyebrows.

"..."

In the next second, Han Xiaotu had already run to the playground, because she knew that if she dared to bargain again, what awaited her would not be as simple as running.