The Female Lead She Really Is Not Sweet

In the faint moonlight.

The little girl walked around the kitchen with a glass in her hand.

Then he couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, "Where's the sugar?"

Why is there no white sugar in such a big kitchen? Neither does honey...

This is too unfriendly to her little cutie.

Qiqi suddenly yelled, 【Chacha, look at the left side, the white granule on the left...isn't it sugar? "

Chacha glanced at it, and said with a little distaste, "That's salt...salty."

Qiqi, 【…………】

Well, who made salt look like sugar?

Don't blame it for admitting mistakes.

The little girl seemed a little unwilling to give up, so she searched around again.

Suddenly, the dark kitchen became brighter in an instant. Chacha was startled, and the glass in her hand fell to the ground with a thud, breaking into pieces.

She turned her head and saw the man standing at the door.

The sharp-phalanged fingers were just withdrawn from the light switch.

The wet eyes met the calm and introverted black eyes, and they were separated at the touch of a touch.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at the pile of shattered glass shards on the ground. She had a headache and needed to clean it up. Otherwise, if the servants came in tomorrow, they would be injured accidentally.

The little girl sighed, with a troubled expression on her face.

The moment she was about to bend down, a cold voice came from above her head, "Don't move."

Chacha was silent for two seconds, then raised her head to look in the direction of the door, only to see a figure in time.

The boy's back is slender and straight, as cold as the moon.

Coupled with that unparalleled face, it looks good no matter how you look at it.

Chacha wondered, he should have many suitors in school, right?

Even if his grades are not good, with this face and cool demeanor, he can probably attract many girls.

for a moment.

Jiang Lihuan walked in with a tool, he lowered his head, bent down without saying a word, and cleaned up the shards of glass under her feet.

Chacha stood there, suddenly a little at a loss.

The weather in October is not too cold.

The little girl was wearing a cute pajamas that just reached her knees.

The white calf is exposed, white, thin and beautiful.

When Jiang Lihuan moved, Xu didn't pay attention, and accidentally touched the little girl's calf with his elbow.

The cold touch is extraordinarily clear.

Both of them were startled.

Chacha looked at Jiang Lihuan who was squatting on the ground in bewilderment, "..."

Just in time, the boy raised his head, and his cold eyes met her sight.

The little girl subconsciously took a step back.

The distance between the two opened, and the young man lowered his head and continued to clean up the glass fragments. In a daze, Chacha seemed to hear his very small voice, "Sorry."

"No, it's okay." Chacha scratched her clothes a little at a loss.

I didn't find white sugar, I didn't find honey, and I dropped the glass...

I feel so stupid.

Jiang Lihuan cleaned up the debris and put it in the trash can.

He turned around and glanced at her with deep eyes, "What are you looking for?"

Chacha froze for a moment, "Sugar."

Jiang Lihuan frowned, "???"

"White sugar, honey, whatever." Chacha explained seriously.

After explaining, she felt that Jiang Lihuan might not understand, she added, "Well, I just wanted something sweet..."

The boy stared at her for a while, then said blankly, "Go back to the room and wait."

Chacha, "???"

Then, the little girl saw Jiang Lihuan turn around and leave.

A few seconds later, she seemed to hear the sound of the villa door opening and closing.

"...Qiqi, what does he mean?" I was a little confused.

【do not know. 】