Fu Yue was held in the arms of the man behind her, and the man's slender hands turned her over, with his fingers pinching the back of her head.
Hold her in your arms.
Fu Yue's face was buried in the man's wide and cool chest. She smelled the clean scent of the man's body, which was as clean as pine snow, and she was very familiar with it.
Fu Yue's heart skipped a beat.
Is it him
… should be.
Except for him, no one can give her this feeling of peace of mind.
Fu Yue withdrew her hand, the mist in her palm slowly dissipated, the disintegrated world returned to its original state, and the distorted space became normal.
"Master, you are startled."
The man's low magnetic and melodious voice sounded like the sound of a harp, elegant, but somewhat unnatural.
Fu Yue: "...?"
Lord, master
What kind of shameful name is this? !
What kind of weird things did Jun Heng do again
The girl's thin body froze, and the smile on her face gradually faded away.
See someone come to bad things.
The two drunk strong men were furious, and opened their mouths to curse: "Where did you come from, meddling in other people's business, dare to spoil the good things of our brothers? I am so impatient with you!"
"Come on, buddy, show him what it's like to mess with us."
Fu Yue's head moved, but was held by the man's slender fingers, and the man comforted softly: "Master, you don't have to worry, Silaire will take care of everything."
Fu Yue, whose head was pressed into the man's arms: "..."
The man wrapped one hand around Fu Yue's waist, and stretched out the other hand, his slender jade-like fingers spaced a little towards the direction of the two people opposite.
A dazzling white light.
These two people exploded like fireworks, and they didn't even have time to scream.
It's a pity that Fu Yue didn't see all this.
Of course, if she could see, she'd be able to recognize—
Isn't this the... magic in the western fantasy novels she had read before? !
Magician
"Okay, it's all right now."
The man let go of Fu Yue's head, and a low magnetic voice sounded softly.
Fu Yue took a step back, and she also saw the face of the man in front of her clearly.
A man with blond hair and blue eyes.
He has blond hair that is as dazzling as the sun, combed back to reveal his fair forehead, his nose bridge is straight and straight, and his lips are as delicate as petals, with a light pink color.
Of course, the most beautiful is the man's blue eyes like the deep sea, as cold as glass, but the way he looks at Fu Yue is full of tenderness and comfort.
This man is the typical young nobleman of the Middle Ages.
Gentlemanly, elegant, and mesmerizingly melancholy.
His handsomeness is like the other side of the snowy water on the high mountain.
Elegant gentleman holds girl's hand.
Bending down.
The petal-like thin lips kissed the back of her hand, and dropped a very light kiss on it.
"The master was frightened, and it was Cyril's fault."
Fu Yue's heart skipped a beat.
She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but it was held by Silaire and could not be pulled out.
A few traces of puzzlement flashed in the man's blue eyes.
He didn't seem to understand why Fu Yue hid a simple hand kiss.
"Master, what's the matter?"
Fu Yue: "..."
She really wanted to say, don't call me master.
However, there is no receiving memory now.
Fu Yue didn't know what to say or what to say for the time being, so she shook her head indiscriminately, expressing that she was fine.
Silaire did not continue to ask.