Male God, a Little Su

"Okay, I'll wait."

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The next day, when Su Yan got up and dressed, she saw that the scars on her back had faded a lot. After a few days of rest, it was estimated that these new injuries would almost disappear.

"Boss, you are awake."

Su Yan nodded slightly, her face was hidden behind the black and gold mask, and people could only see her long, narrow and sharp eyes without any emotion.

"You guys continue."

She glanced over and saw that several of her subordinates were practicing martial arts.

Song Guanzhi's courtyard.

Zhe Liu lightly knocked on the door, "His Royal Highness, come silent."

After a long while, a whisper came from inside, "Let her in."

Su Yan walked in, and the outer room was empty. After a night, the sandalwood in the incense burner had already burned out, leaving only the faint fragrance that seemed to exist.

"coming?"

"Yes, Master." Su Yan lowered her eyes and played her role quietly.

After a long time, a light cough came from the inner room.

Song Guanzhi sat on the edge of the bed in a thin lining, "Come in."

Su Yan's expression became more and more respectful, she pursed her lips and walked lightly inside.

The curtains rattled behind her, disturbing her mood.

After she walked in, she knelt down on one knee in front of the table, "This subordinate sees the master."

"Don't say anything, come here."

The man's temperament is noble and noble, and his tone has always been unhurried and casual, with a somewhat unattainable taste of abstinence.

She is like a puppet, she will obey whatever Song Guanzhi says.

This look made Song Guanzhi think of the scene he accidentally saw last night. The face behind the mask surprised him a little, it wasn't beautiful, but it was enough to deceive people.

It has a completely different agility than it is now.

But now, with his eyes closed, only rigidity remains.

Song Guanzhi's eyes dimmed, and suddenly he stretched out his hand.

Su Yan was caught off guard, the mask was suddenly taken off, and fell to his feet, making a dull sound.

She took two steps back, pursed her lips and lowered her head calmly, "Does the master have a task for his subordinates to do?"

As he spoke, he wanted to kneel down again.

The next second, the world was spinning, and her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a slightly cold palm. As the world turned, her body fell into a softness.

When he opened his eyes, there was a sky-blue tent above his head, embroidered with silk threads, which was not obvious.

Only when the light falls on it will it be faintly revealed.

She blinked her eyes, but there was no fluctuation in her eyes.

Until her chin was pinched, the man forced her to raise her head to look at him.

"If you come to see Gu in the future, you don't have to wear a mask."

Su Yan didn't ask the reason, her attitude was as gentle as always, "Yes, master."

She is so obedient, but Song Guanzhi finds her so unpleasant for no reason.

Apparently it's always been like this.

The man chuckled lightly and slowly raised his lips.

His face is clear and handsome, and his smile is like white snow in the spring, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright. Covered with preciousness, as if not touched by the mundane.

The hand was slightly slender, with slender fingers and well-defined knuckles.

A little bit from her lips to her neck, down—

Su Yan shuddered and frowned for the first time, "Master?"

"I thought you wouldn't be afraid."

His cool fingers landed on her eyes, "It looks ordinary, but these eyes are very beautiful." He said lightly without any fluctuations or desires, and suddenly pulled his hands away after speaking.

The pressure disappeared instantly.

Su Yan was lying on the bed, raising her hands to put on her clothes.

"Gu suddenly changed his mind."

He put on his coat and glanced sideways, "The first two missions failed one after another, maybe another way."