Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 369

She looks very beautiful; this outfit makes her appear alluring, neither like a man nor a woman.

Looking at her, I knew I should report her unusual behavior, but I didn't, because I thought that even if I didn't say it, my master would know.

Besides, she doesn't like people who tattle, so why should I bother her?

"Even the little grass is going!"

--Clang-- "Go to hell!"

I bowed slightly and said insincerely, "Xiaocao is not feeling well and will not keep you company any longer, young master."

I left as soon as I finished speaking, without even glancing at her grimacing face.

Stepping out of the hall, I felt like I was courting death, yet I was still gleefully escaping it.

She's the same way. She knows calling me is useless, but she always likes to get a little thrill from me. Is the problem with her, or with me, or with both of us?

I shook my head, sat on the swing, and waited for her to leave. Once she was gone, I could read a book, eat snacks, and sleep. Was this the employee benefit she was talking about?

She always tells me that her company has great benefits, implying that she's not talking about employees like me...

Just as I was about to take action after she left, a sparrow flew over and landed beside my hand. The mark on its anklet was my sister's favorite green.

I sighed. It seemed today's plan was going to fall through. I took the note from its feet, and it flapped its wings and flew away: Come quickly.

After changing my clothes, I went straight to our usual gathering place: "Sister." I called to her with my head down. She was so beautiful that I didn't want to look up. I was psychologically afraid of her appearance. Is a woman so beautiful a blessing or a curse? Is it real or fake?

"Grass".

"kindness."

"You've gained weight."

Eating so much and not exercising, it would be strange if you didn't gain weight.

"Your sister is asking you, did Shen Ziyi cause trouble yesterday?"

"No." I didn't want to tell her that she was the older sister, that I knew her, that she was a beautiful crab who would stop at nothing, just like her appearance suggested.

I don't want her to harm the young master, nor do I want her to hurt herself because of him.

"Why is that?..."

She gazed into the distance, her sorrowful eyes rippling across the water.

"What happened?" Has something happened to Princess Sheng'an?

"Master did not return to the Sikong residence last night."

I shuddered. Could my guess be correct? Kneeling alongside the young master was…

"What's wrong with you? Do you know something?" My sister approached me urgently.

I unconsciously stepped back, and my sister suddenly stopped; "Grass..."

I turned my head away: I'm sorry, sister, we were destined not to be best friends again when we grew up.

"Sister, I don't know, I caught a cold last night and I'm not feeling well today."

"Get more rest."

"Cao'er left first; he's waiting for me."

"No need to see me out."

My sister got angry, but instead of comforting her, I turned and left: "Sister, you'll lose. Don't force it!" Having served my master for so many years, I can understand what he wants.

...

My friend told me he went on a blind date, and I was stunned for a moment: a blind date? What does that even mean? I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare. Dressed so nicely, he went on a blind date? Only a lady could think of that.

"I'll go take a look." Even the master would laugh at something so ridiculous.

It's better to send a sow to count the pigs than to send him on a blind date.

She lay on her back on the bed, one hand on her stomach and the other picking her teeth, letting out a burp: "Shark fin is delicious, bear paw is not bad either, and steamed crocodile would be even better."

"Young master."

"Little Grass, what do you want from me? Have you suddenly decided you want to be with me?"

You can't expect something ivory from a dog's mouth. "Little Grass comes to ask the young master, is dinner still served?"

She burped again, propped one leg up on the other, and said, "I'm so full, I'm stuffed! I almost ate him to death, haha, so satisfying! I'll definitely go again next time!"

She flicked out a toothpick, kicked off the neatly made blankets with her shoes on, and wanted to rest.

"Young master, you haven't bathed yet."

Upon hearing this, she raised an eyebrow wickedly: "Little Grass wants to serve you, Master."

--Bang-- I slammed the door shut. I utterly despised myself for making such a fuss. That person never needed my attention. My heart was full of hesitant thoughts, yet I had a deceitful face. My master must have been blind to have chosen me.

I abruptly stopped thinking: Oh no, what was I just thinking! I wasn't thinking anything! ...

"If you like it, I'll give it to you."

She spoke casually, while the Fourth Young Master's expression shifted dramatically.