The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Before leaving the plane and continuing to shuttle, Mao Tuanzi tweeted in a rather eager tone, "Ciaci, the plane will be special later, and everything related to the system will be lost. Be careful, Cici!"

Luo Ci was startled, a special plane...

She reached out and rubbed Jiujiu, "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be fine."

A door of light appeared in front of her, and she faintly saw the life of the person inside, her clear and beautiful eyes were in a daze.

So... it's this plane.

She stepped in, and her figure disappeared.

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Luo Ci slowly opened her eyes, sat up subconsciously, and looked down at her own hands. These were a pair of extremely immature hands. It was obvious that she had returned to her childhood.

When she was eight years old.

It wasn't the eighteen years she was after she left this plane.

She went back ten years ago.

There are no restrictions on this plane, and of course you can't get things in the store.

And the only thing she knew about the fragment was his name, and she didn't know his origin at all.

The slightly immature face was full of melancholy. In fact, it was good to go back to ten years ago. She had the opportunity to make up for the harm that she failed to recognize him and kept rejecting him.

At that time, she didn't understand love, and she was only looking for and collecting the fragments of her brother's soul, without considering his feelings at all, and left this plane cleanly, disappearing without a trace.

But for him who has no memory, how cruel.

When the personal maid Ming Cui came in with iced sour plum soup, she saw the expression of her little master. In her memory, the little master had always been very indifferent and indifferent, as if he had closed himself off. Talk to people.

It's like being sad to the extreme, but can't even shed tears, without the slightest emotion.

Ming Cui loves the little master very much. The princess passed away when she was very young. Although the prince loves the little master very much, he can't replace the indispensable part of the mother in the child's heart.

But now, the little master actually began to have other emotions.

Ming Cui stepped forward to put down the sour plum soup, bent down and said softly, "Little princess, this is the iced sour plum soup prepared by this servant."

As he spoke, he took out the silk handkerchief again, observed Luo Ci's emotions carefully, and wiped the sweat off her face gently with all his strength.

Now that the weather is hot, the weather in this part of the capital is very strong, which makes people feel unbearable.

Luo Ci's slender and straight eyelashes trembled, and her face slowly curved slightly, revealing her lovely dimples, "Thank you, Sister Mingcui."

Ming Cui froze in place, unable to react for a while, this was the first time she saw the little master smile, and it was also the first time she heard the little master call herself that.

It's not like I didn't hear the little master say thank you to me before, but the little master at that time was always expressionless. Obviously his voice should be soft and cute at this age, but the little master was always cold and calm, as if holding Like ice.

But as the little princess' personal maid, she didn't lose her mind for too long, knowing her own propriety, she continued to say softly, "Little princess, are you wearing thick clothes? Ask the servant to find you a lighter dress."

Luo Ci shook her head, she picked up the sour plum soup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Ming Cui watched from the side, and felt in a trance that the Princess seemed to be...cuter than before.

In the past, the little princess always ate slowly, even when she drank soup, she took a spoon and drank it slowly, but she had never picked up a bowl and drank it all at once.

Although the current behavior does not conform to the etiquette norms, Mingcui thinks that the little princess is very good.

At least popular.

After Luo Ci drank the iced sour plum soup, she obviously felt cooler. She just got out of the quilt and broke out in a lot of cold sweat, as if she woke up from a nightmare.

She looked at Ming Cui, who had been with her for several years, and her childish voice sounded like she was being coquettish, "I want to take a bath."

Ming Cui picked up the empty bowl and was about to leave, "My maidservant is going to call for hot water."

After she left, Luo Ci's eyes fell on every place in the room. Here, it has never changed. She has always lived in this yard, and the arrangement of every place has not changed at all, and she has never noticed it before. These.

Because of her indifference, she didn't know that the people in the mansion had been carefully maintaining the decorations in the mansion for her, she didn't know that there were many people who cared about her sincerely, she didn't know Chu Zhi's identity and past experience.

It's not that I don't know, but that I don't care.

She selectively ignores these.

She got out of bed and walked to the closet, her eyes fell on the clothes in the closet. Although she was still young, there were a lot of her clothes in the house, not counting the ones in the box, and the fabrics and embroidery were all high-quality.

Children's clothes will not fit after a long time. Generally speaking, they don't make so many clothes, but her father is very willing to spend time for her.

The wardrobe was neither big nor small, but it was still quite tall for her who was only eight years old. She tiptoed to take out a dress from it, but she couldn't reach it anyway.

A voice as gentle as jade came from behind him, "Which one do you want?"

She froze on the spot, her small body fell backwards a little unsteadily, being carefully protected by the man behind her, a big hand supported her shoulder, "Be careful, don't fall."

Her father was always very gentle in front of her, without the slightest pressure of a prince, and he did not show the slightest aura of aggressiveness in battle.

In the past, she didn't dare to be too intimate with her father.

Because I was too afraid of losing my loved ones and getting hurt, I simply acted cold and alienated from the beginning.

But now, she has untied the knot in her heart.

Her little finger pointed to the fiery red dress in the closet, which was very dazzling and bright, and said softly, "Father, I want that one."

The person behind paused for a while, then put his palm on her head and rubbed it lightly a few times, "Father, I'll get it for you."

A slender hand like jade easily took out the dress from the closet. Luo Ci turned around, raised her head, her clear glazed eyes bent into crescents, and said crisply, "Thank you, Father."

She saw her father's face clearly.

He is only in his twenties, with an unusually handsome appearance, wearing a moon-white brocade dress, exuding a gentle and jade-like temperament all over his body, and his pair of phoenix eyes are not narrow and sharp, but full of tenderness and doting. This is what a father left for his dead wife The love and pity of his only daughter.

She was clearly in her twenties when she was in her prime, but her father's eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, and there was a faint melancholy lingering between his brows and eyes, which was the nostalgia and hidden pain for his lost wife.

Luo Ci's heart was a little bitter. After her father lost her mother, she tried hard to learn to be a considerate and reliable father, so as not to let her childhood be shadowed, but how did she do it.