She was only seven years old when Shenqi was sent to Di Moxiu, and Di Moxiu was 17 years old, and Shenqi was already ten years old when she left.

Three years, definitely the darkest three years of her life. However, unexpectedly, in the past three years, she has lived a very comfortable life.

Magical Yang... Ceiling, what about the love of the blind date?! How did you get to me and hurt each other! Despot! Absolute tyrant! There is still an 'S' tendency! I won't talk about it before, she deserves it.

Then this time, she burst his balls...... Exploded...... Egg......

A little weak-hearted, but immediately straightened up. Who let him kiss her first?

Shenqi didn't want to remember her great dark history anymore, and sleepiness and tiredness came over her. The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, and reason told her that it was better not to get too close to him.

"Yet?" Shen Qi shook his fluffy little head, looked provocative, looked at Di Moxiu's handsome face, leaned on him and gently pecked the corners of his mouth. Without any hesitation, he curled up in the man's warm embrace, and the back of his head was naturally pillowed on Di Moxiu's arm, and after a while, he fell asleep deeply.

She was too tired, after all, it was a master-servant contract, and she was the one who endured it and consumed her blood. And the person next to her is the one who abused her for three years and spoiled her for three years.

Maybe people like Shenqi are born with a rebellious mentality. The more dangerous it is, the more you want to do it.

About a second or two after Shen Qi fell asleep, a pair of blood pupils opened without warning, with a faint smile and—something unknown.

The man's slender fingers stroked Shen Qi's cheeks, sketching little by little, feeling the girl's delicate skin close to himself, Di Moxiu paused, all the heat energy surged to one place at the same time, and the fire in his eyes was dim.

He smiled softly, the little fellow had a lot of ideas, but he could think that far in a few minutes, but—had she forgotten the master-servant contract?

(Master-servant contract, the master can hear the voice of the servant)

Feeling that there was a momentum of continuous growth somewhere in his place, Di Moxiu got up slowly, his eyes swept over Shenqi's fair skin, and finally he didn't dare to stay longer.

After taking a cold shower, it was obviously much better.

Di Mo Xiu opened his slender legs and stood beside Shen Qi, staring at him. After squatting down slowly, holding the medicine from nowhere in his hand, he gently applied it. Every place was carefully inspected, and the injuries she had fallen from the tree were cleaned up.

Di Moxiu felt that he must be crazy, and had an instinctive reaction from his body that was less than 12 years old.

"Hmm..." Shen Qi seemed to feel uncomfortable, and snorted lowly, but was made to continue to sleep by Di Moxiu's snorting spell.

The man's good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly, the quilt wrapped her tightly, and his fingers withdrew. Walking out of the palace, the silver mask was brought on the face, and all emotions were underneath.

"Arashi." The soft face sank instantly, with an aura of not being angry and arrogant.

"Your Highness!" A black wind whipped up, and Arashi fell to her knees on one knee, her head hanging down.

"It's time for the house to get things in order." Di Moxiu smiled cruelly, his eyes were full of coldness. He paused slightly, and then said, "Go to the mall and buy a few sets of clothes." ”

"Men's clothing, height 160, weight 43kg, put an end to flowers, and the size is done by yourself."

The man thought for a moment, and then reported another string of numbers. Obviously, though, there is no concept of his outfit.