Young Master Loves Little Maid

  "I knew I shouldn't have come... England is so much better, now it's the time to eat lots and lots of chocolate... here we don't even have lunch, let alone dessert...... how pitiful..."

  Lu Feifei finished her self-eulogy, still feeling unrelieved, she pulled at the green grass in her hand, and as she pulled, her small mouth pouted, looking like she was about to cry.

  "Haven't you eaten?" A gentle voice sounded from behind, but unfortunately, the sorrowful Rou Fei hadn't considered that the source of this sound could be a living creature, let alone a person.

  "Yes... I'm really hungry, but why does this school's cafeteria have to be so "unique"?! It's gotten to the point where I can't even find..."

  Listening to Roufeng's complaints, Xia Luo couldn't help but let out a "heh" and laugh, her beautiful green eyes full of amusement.

  Unbeknownst to the gods and ghosts, he drew closer to her, gently bending down, stretching out his hand to pull down the lifted skirt, covering up the exposed spring light.

  "What are you crying about?" Finally, he couldn't help but ask the reason why this girl was crying so sadly. The usually indifferent Xiao Luo actually took the initiative to ask, if someone saw this scene here, they would definitely be shocked, even if they weren't wearing glasses, they would put on a pair and then drop them.

  Used to prove how surprised one is.

  "Others are hungry!" Lu Feifei pitied herself and rubbed her own belly, then her expression froze, as if...

  It seems like someone is talking to her!

  Mechanically turning his head, he saw a pair of long legs wearing school pants, slowly turning upwards, and a handsome face that made him infatuated appeared before his eyes, followed by a pair of bright green eyes that made him drunk.

  Really?

  Rufi's first reaction when she saw Charlotte was "enemies on a narrow road".

  The second reaction was that school rule which still made her remember it vividly until now!

  Rufi stood up immediately, stretched out his hand and rubbed his face randomly as if washing it, then made a standard 90-degree bow "Young Master!"

  A lively and spirited maid who has seen her master.

  She never thought she'd be so miserable, but for six peaceful months, a small bow was worth it!

  A young woman can yield and adapt!