The band played beautiful dance music.
The beautiful princess saluted gracefully: "Yes."
She looked over casually with her beautiful eyes, then smiled and stretched out her hand to Jason, with a slender and beautiful hand wearing a white glove: "Hello, handsome sir, I wonder if you would mind dancing with me?"
All the eyes around him looked over.
Jason felt that the eyes of other men almost pierced him to death. He hurriedly reached out his hand in embarrassment, and hurriedly held the princess, "It's an honor."
The princess smiled slightly.
She looked very beautiful when she smiled, Jason was stunned again, and his heart couldn't help but thumped.
He put his arms around the princess' waist.
That waist is really thin, and it's especially touching when hugged. Jason feels like he's having a dream.
While Yu Chu was dancing and smiling with perfect etiquette, he felt bored and wanted to yawn.
She just found someone at random, and when she saw that this young man was the closest, she invited him to dance.
Anyway, it is impossible to choose a fiancé, even in this life, that is, how can you dare to choose a husband if you are trying to appease your two sons to make ends meet.
Hurry up and get over this dance and leave.
—However, the only thing that comforted Yu Chu was that the Patronus had no reason to come to the heir's ball, and both of them stayed in the room.
Otherwise...they will all be jealous for hugging each other. If they see other people hugging themselves again, wouldn't it be the war of the century.
She frowned slightly with a headache.
However, the reality is not always so good.
The two that were supposed to be in the room stopped in mid-air above the palace at this moment, with huge and beautiful wings spread out. The black-haired boy raised his slender fingers, stroked his thin lips slightly, and narrowed his red eyes to show his dissatisfaction.
With a slap of the gorgeous bat wings behind him, he couldn't help feeling displeased, and fell slightly.
The snow-white silver-haired boy behind him glanced at him.
"What are you doing?" Samuel asked.
"That man is holding her!" The devil's voice was low and sweet, but he was gnashing his teeth.
Yizhe looked back at the angel, raised his delicate eyebrows slightly, and his narrow red eyes were gloomy, "Do you want to say that you don't mind? She is being hugged by someone else?"
"That's just dancing." The angel said quietly, fanning her white wings slightly, "Do you mind?"
The beautiful black-haired boy was startled, turned his face away, and stared at the dance below with his red eyes. He stared unhappily for a while, and then muttered in a low voice: "I didn't... I thought she was too stupid. That person obviously has magic in him." The traces, maybe they came to lie to her."
Samuel remained silent, looking at the man with icy blue pupils, he slowly lowered his eyelashes, and said in a sad tone, "We are just patron saints."
Fanning the wings lightly, the silver-haired boy's voice was low and envious: "We can only protect, but we are not qualified to be her husband like those people."
The boy next to him gritted his teeth slightly, and his mood was gloomy for a moment. He suddenly blinked his curled eyelashes, and stroked his chin with his slender fingers: "But it's right to protect her. Those people are very unreliable husbands. In order to protect her , we should drive those people away."
He tilted his head slightly, thought for a few seconds, then nodded in satisfaction, and flapped his gorgeous bat wings lazily, "Yes. That's it."
The angel was quiet and did not object.