The Villain’s Little Cutie

At first, Asi was walking in front of the young man, but he was walking too slowly. She couldn't control her pace in front, so she had to slow down and walk beside him, looking sideways at him from time to time.

I saw the young man bowing his head docilely, his messy hair covering half of his face, if he said that he could catch the eye, it was his delicate chin.

Asdine looked at it for a while, then asked, "Do you have a name? How should I call you?"

The boy's figure suddenly stiffened.

Because he looks good, he has forgotten a lot of things.

It used to be a hot commodity in the slave market.

He was sold several times, but the slave was never regarded as a man. He was sold several times. He was bought by a man.

That man once gave himself a name.

It's called willow branches.

He didn't know what the willow branch meant, only that the gentle smile of the man was good to him.

So he used to like this name very much. Even if he had a totem engraved on his chest with a white letter on it, he still had some impressions. It seemed that someone called him Lingbai.

But later, the man did something insulting to himself. He was so sick that he bit him badly.

The man who only bitten beat him like crazy.

It turned out that willow branches willow branches.

He has been secretly rejoicing, thinking that he has met someone who is good to him.

I just want to insult myself.

The willow branches are nothing but a good grip on his waist.

As a man, such appearance and posture really embarrassed him.

The young man raised his head slightly, his eyes condensed on Asi's body for an instant, and then quickly moved away.

Whispered: "Slaves call willow branches."

The voice trembled slightly.

Assi frowned.

"Willow branches?"

She glanced at the boy's waist, the robe was exaggerated, but it was difficult to cover the slender waist.

She shook her head.

"Did your parents give you this? Shall I change it for you? You are a man. It is always inappropriate to call this kind of name."

After she said this, she didn't know how excited it was in the ears of the teenager.

The slave does not have the right to make his own decisions, but the new master is asking him if he can.

Controlling the excitement in his heart, he quietly raised his eyes and whispered: "It wasn't the slave's parents. The slave vaguely remembered...the slave's name had a white character."

"White?" Asi shook his head, and his little hand touched his earlobe subconsciously, as if thinking.

She just felt that willow branches didn't fit his name at all, but she couldn't pick a good name for her, and the expression on her temporarily tangled face was extremely rich.

The boy looked at it, his lips bend.

As soon as I was about to speak, I heard Asi whispered: "Or, you should be called Qin Bai. Since you have forgotten your first name and last name, then follow my last name!"

He nodded, "Miss slave listens to it."

Qin Bai was sent into the room, a room, looking at the decoration inside.

His face became horrified.

Enduring the pain on his body, he knelt on the ground and said, "Miss, the slave is just a dirty slave. How can you be worthy of such a good house!"

He lowered his head, really terrified.

Just give him a room to sleep in.

He didn't ask for so much.

Asi shook his head and pursed his lips: "Since you are my person now, shouldn't you listen to me?"

Qin Bai frowned, his dark eyes flashing like deep spring water, and then he returned to calm again.

"Yes."