Male God, a Little Su

"No...of course not!"

The girl was shaken for a moment, struggling flashed across her delicate little face.

"Noah is not my slave! He is my friend, how can I trade him?!"

She clenched her small fists and raised her head high.

It seems that this way, you can hide your guilty conscience.

"Oh!"

Su Yan covered her lips and smiled softly, blinking narrowly, "Dear Annie, you really can't lie! Ask your heart, you are moved."

"I'm not...I..."

"You desperately want to escape from this place, do you want to stay in the kitchen for the rest of your life to burn fire, or be in the company of servants, and can only be friends with commoners like Nina? Wake up, you are of noble birth, you can have better Life."

The woman's emerald-like eyes flashed with a strange luster, her posture was so elegant and noble, and the long purple silk skirt outlined her waist that was not full.

She was beautiful to the extreme, and sin blossomed from her bones.

Annie's eyes flashed, biting her lip and shaking her head frantically, "No, it's not right..."

"You saved his life, didn't you? On that rainy night, you brought back the dying boy and hid in the attic."

Su Rou's tone was slow and casual.

"Go and ask Noah's opinion, maybe he'd like to stay."

Su Ro put on gloves, she twisted her waist and walked upstairs.

"No—mother! You can't do that!"

"Annie, don't make me unhappy, okay?" Su Yan narrowed her eyes, stood on the spiral staircase, and looked down at her.

Annie shuddered and bowed her head at her threat.

"Yes, mother."

The attic had been swept spotlessly, and Annie had lied.

In the dim attic, there was only a small window through which beams of light came in.

Annie followed behind Su Yan, holding a candle in her hand, and the warm halo scattered.

The teenager sat barefoot by the window, looking through the shorthand by the light outside the window. He has short silver hair, and he should be wearing old clothes that Anne borrowed from the servant. The dust covered his body, but it couldn't hide the elegance of his body.

Even in the dim attic, he was still filled with holiness. His temperament is so noble, his posture is elegant, and the delicate profile of his face is already beautiful enough to make people feel in a trance.

"Miss Anne?"

Hearing the footsteps, the boy slowly turned his eyes.

He has a pair of azure blue pupils, which are crystal clear and extremely clear.

"Yes, it's me, Noah..."

It has to be said that although Anne is Noah's savior, it is undeniable that she is afraid of Noah.

He just glanced at him lightly, and it seemed that there was endless coercion, which made people want to surrender to him and kneel to him.

Even when he saw the rumored bloody and vicious Mrs. Cecilia, his expression did not change in the slightest.

Noah stood up without even asking why.

Bending slightly, he saluted Su Yan in a gentlemanly manner.

"Hello, Mrs. Cecilia."

The black feather fan covered her lips, and Su Rou picked up the skirt with one hand and bowed slightly.

"What a beautiful child," Su Yan sighed.

Annie's face was pale and she looked at Noah and wanted to cry, "Noah, mother she..."

"Oh, what a pity."

Su Yan smiled and stroked her head. The girl's hair was hard and curly, which made her look very cute and simple.