The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
There's a Change

"Are you sure about this?" ask Jordan. He stood at the side of the bed and saw Mike staring at the tab with his jaws tightened.

"Yes, let it go. I still need him."

"But Young Master ...."

Jordan's words paused upon hearing the sound of the door being knocked. A second later, Naya pops her head.

"Come in" said Mike. He smiled looking at Naya who came with a tray in hand.

"Sweet girl. Here," call him again by bending his fingers. He then gave Jordan a code.

Spontaneous Jordan confronted Naya, then politely asked for the tray. Naya who did not understand just frowned.

"Why?" tanyakanya. He looked at Mike who was leaning on the head of the bed wearing only a bokser. Her hair still looks wet. "Say you want cooked fried rice?"

"That's it, now it's not," said Mike. His expression immediately changed. "Why? You want to get angry?"

Naya quickly shook her head. Without saying any more he handed the tray to Jordan. It can be bad if it offends a bad-tempered perverted guy like Mike. Just imagining her punishment horrified Naya.

"If that's what I say," said Naya.

Mike shook his head, a distinctive smile clearly imprinted on his face. "You can't get out yet."

"Why?" ask Naya again. He's still confused.

"Because I need you. Here, sit here." Mike patted the bed.

Naya fell silent, she glanced at Jordan and got a slow nod from the man. It was the code for Naya to follow Mike's request.

Sighing slowly, Naya also ventured to sit next to Mike.

"Pijitin, I'm tired today" said Mike.

Again Naya let out a long sigh, but not like before—resah. Now more towards gratitude. He also took the oil that was available on the nightstand and began to look at the man's feet. He did as he was told without saying a word.

Suddenly Mike smiled, he saw Naya's pouting face, then without excuse directed the face to look at her.

Still smiling, Mike smiled. "Nothing. I just want to see your pretty face."

'This man is really mentally ill, ' Naya's inner self. He forced himself to smile, then slowly lowered Mike's legs to get away from his chin.

"Thank you," he replied slowly and then returned to his feet.

"Do you know now that you've had a little change?" mike again. Due to confusion Naya even stopped scowling.

"I mean Sir?"

Naya begins to worry because Mike is really unpredictable. There are times when the lips are smiling is actually growling. Sometimes it was just the opposite, his gaze began to be sharp but in fact only joking.

"That's it, I'm just happy with your change" Mike replied. He looked back at the tab in his hand.

Meanwhile, Dina who was in the kitchen started to fret. He's pacing around there. Wonder why nothing has changed, no one has screamed, no one is panicking. Like nothing happened. Though he knows the effect of pepper on Mike's body. That employer would have lost her temper and ended up fainting, but now ....

Gegas Dina saw the CCTV in the corner of the kitchen. He was sure and remembered very well that the CCTV had been damaged for two days, there were no lights that lit or blinked like other CCTVs. It was just that now he felt a bad feeling. Maybe Mike knows what he did?

To make sure he even waved at the camera. Nil, the lights on that thing don't blink.

"It's really broken, isn't it? Or has it been fixed? If I die," murmured Dina. Hurry him to the living room—will go to Mike's room. Unfortunately, it stopped when Jordan approached. His eyes widened when he saw the fried rice plate already in the man's hands.

"Well, is this here? Young master didn't eat his fried rice?" dina asked, her lips twitching, she looked nervous.

Jordan who knew Dina's reason was just staring unblinkingly, then steadily replied, "Young Master is not feeling well anymore. He said to take a break.

Dina mangosteen. In disappointment, he was grateful. That means Mike doesn't realize what's going on, he thought.

"Yes, this is just keep it in the kitchen" Jordan said again. He handed the tray of fried rice towards Dina. Dina was upset that the plan failed, but was even more upset that she could do nothing. He could only accept resignedly and flip his body towards the back towards the kitchen.

In his footsteps he was constantly growling. He even clasped tightly to the side of the tray. "See you, today you are safe. I'm sure the next plan will get you kicked out of here. Wait for Naya, wait for the play date."

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