Take a bite of the godly male protagonist, ugh! Love Brain Eat

Seeing the man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was about to get angry again, Fu Yuan quickly spoke up to make amends.

"I'll learn. I'm willing to learn. I love wearing clothes the most." His eyes were as sincere as they could be.

Yan Jiuting's expression finally softened again.

"Tomorrow I will let Ling Ran and Ling Yin come to teach you. Not only do you need to learn how to dress, but you also need to learn a lot of other things. These are some basic common sense for humans. If you don't want to be caught as a monster, you must learn them seriously."

The innocent Xiaohua was most afraid of being caught, and when she was scared, she would say: "I will study hard!"

"In addition to daily life, I will teach you to recognize Chinese characters and martial arts. You must remember that you must not use your cleverness in front of others, and you must not reveal your identity."

He was referring to the time when Xiang Hu attacked her and she secretly used witchcraft.

And the most important point.

"I know you are a kind flower, but you can't hurt yourself to save anyone without my permission. Do you hear me?"

She is not a flower now, and no petals can save people, but her saliva and blood can.

Who knows if Xiaohua, who has no idea about the difference between men and women, will do something shocking.

Every time Yan Jiuting gave an instruction, the girl nodded vigorously and looked at him with bright eyes, not to mention how serious she was.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but smile, and reached out his hand, wanting to touch her encouragingly as usual.

But he soon realized that she was no longer the little flower planted in the pot that he could tease and play with at will. She had become a half-grown girl, innocent and naive, and ignorant of the ways of the world. Even he, because of the difference between men and women, could not get too close to her.

Thinking of this, Yan Jiuting stretched out his half-extended hand and then retracted it.

The next moment, a furry head automatically popped into the palm of my hand.

The girl, who only reached his chest, raised her little face and rubbed it against his palm obediently. Her bright and innocent eyes were full of trust, and her voice was soft: "Sir, you can touch me."

She rubbed her head against his hand again, and acted coquettishly with the man in a very intimate way: "Huahua likes to be touched by you, young master."

After transforming into a human form, Yan Jiuting never called her Huahua again.

He still remembered that Xiaohua had strongly disliked this name at the beginning. He thought that she was a little girl now after all, and he should give her some face. Since she didn't like it, he would not call her by that name in the future.

But unexpectedly, she actually mentioned it on her own initiative.

"My name is Fu Yuan."

After a year of companionship, this was the first time she took the initiative to reveal her name. In the past, she felt there was no need to say it, after all, the man had always called her Huahua, and she had long been accustomed to this name.

"But I like you to call me Huahua." She said solemnly, "Only you can call me that."

She emphasized this sentence to show the special treatment men received from her.

"Why?" The hand on the girl's head finally moved and touched her soft hair very lightly.

As he gently stroked her, the girl squinted her eyes contentedly, like a contented kitten lying in the sun with its belly lazily exposed.

So she naturally couldn't see how gentle the man above her was as he looked down at her.

When she was still a flower, Yan Jiuting would occasionally imagine that this lovely little flower loved to cry and get angry, and when she was happy she would twist her flower stems and leaves and hum a song, and would excitedly jump on him, as lively as a creature.

If he could really transform, I don’t know what kind of little person he would be.

But now, all his ideas have become concrete.

He didn't know what she would look like, but at this moment he felt that this was how she should be.

Beautiful, cute, lively and playful, loves to cry and laugh... It seems that all the beautiful adjectives in the world are not enough to describe his little flower.

It took him a year of careful care and nurturing for the flower to grow into such a beautiful and bright flower.

The young man asked her why, and the girl didn't think too much and said what she felt: "Because I like you."

"Young Master is my favorite person in this world." The girl blinked her eyes and looked at him with pure and straightforward eyes.

She didn't know that this sentence would be extremely shocking to any man.

Yan Jiuting was naturally no exception.

His little flower expresses her love for him with all her heart and eyes.

The man stared at the girl for a long time, then he only increased his strength, touched her head, and added one word: "Be good."

Fu Yuan: “?”

She said so many words, and expressed such sincere love, but why did he only reply with one word?

The girl's pretty face was visibly filled with loss, frustration, and a tiny bit of resentment.

The young master hasn't said the words she wanted to hear the most.

Does he dislike his human form? Will he still grow a lot of beautiful flowers? Will he not like her as much as before? Will he...

Until the man sighed and whispered slowly: "Flower is also the young master's favorite flower in the world."

All her anxiety, panic, and delusions were easily calmed by these words.

The joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of a small flower are really simple.

"From now on, when you are in front of others, just call me Master."

Yan Jiuting said, "The reason why they are making things difficult for you today is because your identity is unknown and I have not formally introduced you to them. In the future, I will announce to the public that you are the daughter of an old friend of mine, who was stranded outside due to misfortune in her family and was found by me and brought back to Qianji Tower for education. Remember?"

Fu Yuan didn't quite understand what he said, but she had always had an excellent memory and remembered the key points after just listening once.

She repeated, "I am the daughter of your old friend. My family suffered a misfortune and I was stranded outside. You brought me back to Qianji Tower to be educated. You have to call me Master outside."

"Smart." Yan Jiuting nodded with a smile, "Then let's practice now and call me Master for me to hear."

"Master?"

The girl called out obediently, chewing on the two words slowly in her mouth. Then she seemed to slowly taste some pleasure. Her little face broke into a smile. She came close to him and kept saying, "Master, Master, Master, Master..."

Still the same naughty and noisy personality.

The man helplessly stretched out a finger to press against her forehead, and poked it as if to activate a button: "Turn it off."

"Oh." Fu Yuan cooperated and shut up.

After a while, she leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Do those people call you Young Master?"

"Ah."

At first no one knew who was calling him that. It was originally just a name, but later it became a respectful title. If people in the martial arts world mentioned "Young Master", they would know it was Yan Jiuting.

The girl tilted her head and continued to ask, "Am I the only one who calls you Master?"

Yan Jiuting looked at her with amusement and replied, "Yeah."

Her eyes suddenly turned into a pair of crescent moons as she smiled: "You only let me, a flower, call you Master?"

The man responded patiently: "Yeah."

Xiaohua, who had no sense of shame, happily and loudly confessed: "I love Master the most!"

Yan Jiuting: “…”

Ugh.

You also need to teach her not to tell others that she likes someone casually.