The next morning, Zhao Ran slowly opened his eyes.

The pink curtain made her think it was her own home, and when she turned her head, she came face to face with a dazzling sleeping face.

Fu Sichen faced her, his hand still on her shoulder, and he was sleeping soundly.

Her heart skipped a beat, she almost screamed, and quickly sat up from the bed.

what's the situation?

She thought about it carefully and realized that she seemed to be led to the toilet by Fu Sichen and fell asleep.

And she also felt like someone was filming her sleeping, thinking it was her mother. Could it be Fu Sichen?

He actually filmed himself sleeping?!

After being shocked, the man lying next to her slowly opened his eyes. When he saw her, his cold expression in the morning seemed to soften a lot.

A little embarrassed, she waved: "Good morning, Brother Fu."

Fu Sichen didn't speak. He sat up silently. His loose clothes exposed his large abdominal muscles. She immediately averted her eyes for fear of seeing something that children shouldn't see.

Then, I heard a low and hoarse voice: "Morning."

"..." Isn't this a bit slow in response?

Zhao Ran sat on the bed and watched cautiously as he walked to the balcony and opened the window. The cool breeze blew by, and his black hair was slightly raised, and he looked back at her.

The light of the morning sun hit his face, making her feel like a god descending from heaven, making her stunned.

"Master is awake?" Ting Xin's voice came from outside. After receiving confirmation, he opened the door and left, and his subordinates came in with toiletries.

Narcissus happily carried her to the basin, as if his face was full of joy since he decided to serve her: "Come, Master, wash your face."

Fu Sichen was standing not far from her, keeping pace with her, washing her face, gargling, brushing her teeth, and tying her hair together.

Narcissus took out the gown from the Green Bamboo Academy, combed her hair into two cute buns, combed the remaining long hair into a braid and let it hang down, then tied two cyan ribbons, and the adorable Narcissus' eyes shone.

.

If the master was very handsome before his death, now he is completely opposite to cute and lovable.

"Master is so beautiful!!" She looked at Zhaoran through the mirror, and suddenly asked Fu Sichen: "Right, Master?"

Zhao Ran was startled and glanced at Fu Sichen sheepishly, but the other party looked at her intently, with an indifferent expression, as if Narcissus was talking nonsense:

"Always."

Do you mean always looking good?

Tingfeng and Narcissus smiled tacitly.

After finishing cleaning up, Narcissus gently handed her little hand to Fu Sichen.

Today, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but he was dressed in white, which matched her green skirt.

Her dark hair was half tied up, and she wore a delicate jade hairpin. She also didn't forget to wear the cheap black jade she wore last night around her waist.

Despite this, he is still as handsome as a banished immortal, and even because of the blessing of white, the murderous aura in his body is much less.

The two slaves looked on with heart-broken eyes.

Ah ah, the masters really match each other. Once upon a time, the looks of the master Ran were also very matched. The charming deputy master matched with the cold master. Now it is the cute little master and the cold master. No matter how you look at the combination of these two people,

not enough!

Unfortunately, it’s just this day.

Zhaoran was sitting on the carriage looking at the scenery outside, and Fu Sichen was looking at her.

He looked a little ugly, because starting from tonight, she would go home.

When he came to the entrance of Qingzhu Academy, he didn't want to let go, so he grabbed her arm and stared at her intently.

Zhao Ran was a little embarrassed by what he saw: "It's time for me to get out of the car."

Fu Sichen didn't speak, just looked at her with a sullen face, and didn't say what he wanted.

Zhao Ran was a little helpless, thought about it, and said to him seriously: "You have to eat well, sleep well, and we can play together next time!"

When he heard the word next time, Fu Sichen's eyes flashed slightly: "When?"

"...three days later?"

Jian Mei frowned slightly, and he seemed to struggle for a moment before letting go of his hand: "Yeah."

Zhaoran breathed a sigh of relief and went up to give him a big hug: "Thank you, Brother Fu, for letting me play."

After saying that, she jumped out of the car happily and left, as if leaving him was more fun than playing with him.
Chapter completed!