The Villain’s Little Cutie

Seeing Cyril's eyes, Asim was a little flustered inexplicably, and he didn't understand why.

Cyril used the moonlight to look at his stepmother who had never been willing to take another look before.

She was indeed what she looked like, but those eyes that would reveal disgust and hatred when they looked at him, they were pure and pure like a spring.

I only felt that the cool spring water slowly poured into my heart, and my flustered heart suddenly calmed down.

Cyril did not look away for the first time.

He remembers that when he was a child, he didn't like this stepmother very much.

Secretly kicked her, and the woman in front of her was kicked down suddenly, and she went to her father to file a complaint.

How come... Suddenly you are so strong?

"You...don't look at me."

Assi was panicked when he saw it.

He lowered his head, but his cheeks became red.

Cyril frowned and had to say, watching his stepmother blush in front of him... he was a little sick.

But as soon as he touched those eyes, his heart throbbed fast.

It's really strange.

"Why didn't my mother ask who cares for those two people?"

Assi raised his head.

"Don't ask, I know you came to beat us."

Cyrillic:"……"

He thought she wouldn't speak so bluntly if she drove the group away, how could it be different from what he thought.

As soon as he saw his puzzled expression, Asi subconsciously comforted him: "Don't worry, I won't punish..."

[Ahem. ]

"Since you did it, the punishment is still to be punished. You can go back to the house and wait. Tomorrow I will... educate you!"

After she finished speaking, she glared at the teenager in front of her pretending to be angry.

Fierce tone.

For some reason, Cyril's lips curled up quietly.

Wake up the next day, Assi woke up early.

Standing on the stairs looking at Cyril looking up at her.

Can't help but yawn.

Tears hung in the corners of her eyes, and she rubbed it gently.

He opened his eyes and didn't see Cyril in front of him clearly.

Just open your mouth.

"You are so ugly."

Cyrillic:"……"

[...]

[Can't you change another sentence! ]

"What's wrong? Isn't it humiliating to say that people are ugly?"

[Then you can't keep talking! Wouldn't it be better to replace it with something fresher? ]

Assi puffed up his cheeks: "No, only this sentence!"

After she finished speaking, she never spoke again.

Passed by Cyril indifferently, went to the daughters' room and called Julianne up, and went outside to supervise her running.

Cyril glanced at As, but accepted it indifferently.

After all, it was ugly to be told by her almost every morning.

But the occasional look in her blurred eyes let Cyril know that he is not ugly at all.

Early in the morning.

Assi was sitting lazily on a lounger outside, basking in the morning sun, while Julianne was jumping around.

There was a man hidden at the door.

She is tall, but with dark skin, she looks like she is going out all year round.

And look at the clothes on the body, poor.

This was the first impression that came to Assi's mind. No, it was Betty.

There is a bit of Betty's consciousness in her current brain thinking.

Realizing that he thought of the stranger that way, Asi quietly pinched himself.

It's not right at all.

She looked at the tall black man at the door, but the man moved quickly when he reached her sight.