Wushuang, who had not recovered from her serious injuries after playing in the Frost Yard, was holding a needle and thread in her bandaged hands to seriously repair a tattered red dress, and it could be seen at a glance that this was the one she wore during the competition.

This is the scene Luo Mu saw when he pushed the door in.

He rushed over with red eyes, snatched the red clothes from her hand and tore them vigorously like venting, Wushuang hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged, her mouth that rarely opened was difficult to spit out at the moment: "Master, don't, frost, please"

Luo Mu was stunned for a moment, seeing that her face, which usually had almost no expression, was full of pleading and heartache at the moment, and subconsciously asked her: "Why"

Wushuang looked at him and replied seriously in a not fluent pronunciation: "This is the first piece of clothing that the owner gave to Frost after Frost turned into a human form, and the master said that Frost looks good in red."

This is the first time she has said so many words to herself, it turns out that she will also have her own thoughts, things to care about, and she will also crave the affirmation of her master.

And what about yourself? Who cares? Thinking of this, the suppressed emotions broke out again, he kicked away the woman who was kneeling in front of him and was looking at him with a hopeful face, and tore the red clothes in his hands with a hideous face, until the red clothes turned into pieces a little bit under his vigorous venting, and then he walked away with an expressionless face.

After leaving Wushuang Courtyard, he was the second son of the Luo family who had a gentle face and could smile gently at his subordinates, Luo Mu.

In the Frost Falling Courtyard, Wushuang, who was kicked and smashed to the ground by Luo Mu, covered her chest and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the dull pain in her chest made her realize that her master's cultivation had improved again, and this time he should break through the Holy General.

Sitting up from the ground with difficulty, she didn't care about pulling out the sawdust that had penetrated into her body because she smashed the chair too hard when she landed, anxiously crawled over and carefully cleaned up the red powder on the ground, put it in a bag, packed it in a red wooden box and held it in her arms, slowly walked to the bed, folded her clothes and lay down, her thin body curled up, glanced at the wooden box in her arms, and then closed her eyes and slept contentedly.

In the dream, she dreamed again about the scene when she met her master for the first time:

At that time, because she was an orphan, and she was still too weak to be bullied and driven away by other spirit beasts, she was seriously injured, and lay alone in a remote corner for seven days and seven nights.

Her body temperature was getting cooler and quieter, she knew she was going to die, but she was so cold!

In this life, she doesn't seem to know what warmth is, whether warmth is like her mother's embrace, warm, can resist all kinds of heat from this world, she really hopes to touch this warmth now.

When her soul was about to leave her body and feel that her body was getting lighter and lighter, it was as if something was covering her body, and then she really got this warmth.

Someone picked her up and carefully held her in her arms, she felt that his arms were so warm, so nostalgic, and she wanted to drown in this tenderness forever.

At this moment, she began to miss this world, and for the first time she felt that it was good to be alive, and she wanted to live.

Her body slowly became conscious, and she knew she had survived.

When she opened her eyes, she found that she was holding her a good-looking Terran man, and his voice was as good as heaven.

He said, "I found you in a barren corner, and you were covered with frost, and you will be called Turnsfrost from now on!"

Then, she had a master, the only master in this life.

Different from the desolation of the Frost Courtyard, the music of the piano in the Yichen Courtyard is curling, the dance clothes are fluttering, and it is beautiful.

Luo Chen was dressed in dusty white clothes, sitting in front of the vermilion piano platform, his long black hair was half curled and half draped, neatly hanging on his slender and straight back, he tilted his head slightly, smiled at the corners of his lips, and looked at the woman in white dancing in front of him with a smile on his lips and gentle eyebrows.

After the dance, Luo Chen got up and walked to the woman, took out a snow-white brocade and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The woman squinted happily and smiled sweetly, hugged Luo Chen's arm with a handkerchief mischievously, and said coquettishly: "Chen, you are so good."

Luo Chen scratched the tip of her small nose dotingly and said, "Naughty! Spread it out, it's not good to be seen. Yiyi, whether men and women give or receive kisses, how many times have they taught you, why can't you remember. ”

Xue Yi retorted with a palm-sized face: "But you're not a man!"

Luo Chen was suddenly struck by lightning, Yiyi said that he was not a man, she actually felt that she was not a man, was it a woman if she was not a man?

Luo Chen, who felt that his dignity had been seriously provoked, immediately darkened his face, ready to teach this little girl who didn't know the height of the sky a lesson, and by the way, also prove the fact that she was a man, but at this time, she continued: "You are my master, how can you be considered a man in my eyes?"

This, how did he teach her to prove himself?

It seems that he is still more acceptable to the previous sentence, because it is not a man who can prove it, but what if he can't be treated as a man?

Hey, I seem to want to be crooked, but it doesn't seem to be crooked.

Raised his head violently for the first time with a suspicious gaze, this little girl who was pure like a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

Seeing her blink at the bottom of the big eyes that could see the bottom with clean eyes, she looked at herself innocently and was in a trance.

It shouldn't be, maybe it's crooked.

After all, Yiyi is so simple, because a few pastries were fooled by himself into a contract with himself, and the noble Tianhu sold himself as a slave, he actually wanted Yiyi like this, he was really a beast.

Just when Luo Chen was blaming himself and chagrined, his heart was pure and immaculate, like a silly girl like a piece of paper, Luo Yi, a pair of smart eyes on that pure and lovely little face were looking at him slyly, and a weird smile crossed the corner of his mouth.