The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-First Chapters of the Gods in the Heart: The Princess's Sick Piano Teacher (Twelve)

"Yes, the host!" The soft and waxy voice like cotton candy sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness that only Hua Qi could hear, and the system that looked like Bai Tuanzi clenched its claws seriously. "She is the villain of this plane, and she has the breath of Emperor Star."

"Host, you must seduce her well!" Tuanzi's eyes were glued directly to the white-stained back almost through the virtual space.

Hua Qi: "..."

"You are more active than me."

"If you don't work actively, you will eat dirt when you go back!"

Hua Qi squinted her eyes, the raised fox eyes outlined a cold and beautiful arc, as if with sharp thorns, infested with poisonous roses, blooming in the most ostentatious appearance.

And in the box,

Low luxury and exquisite, the incense curls up, faintly lingering in the room.

Dyeing Bai didn't like the smell, so people removed the incense, but still felt that the smell left in the air was unpleasant.

The princess really missed the fresh and clean fragrance of pear flowers on the young violinist.

She lowered her eyes by herself, leaning lazily on the soft couch, her expression unclear.

Fortunately, the person who was thinking about it in my heart came after a while.

"Your Highness."

The boy's voice was also as clean as a bright moon, like the only whiteness in the world.

Among so many people,

Only when Jin Yao called her, it was the best and most pleasing to the ear.

Ranbai raised his eyes and looked at Jin Yao, the peach blossom eyes were bottomless, his eyes were very calm, and he did not have the joyous desires that he should have in the dream of floating life.

There were only Ranbai and Jinyao in the box.

Ranbai has always disliked the presence of others, so they all retreated.

"Sit." The princess raised her fair jaw and motioned to sit down.

The juvenile snow clothes are picturesque, and the city is stunning.

Sitting quietly and indifferently on the other side of the dyed white, there is a sense of isolation and isolation, but it looks a little good.

Staring at the young man's slight distance, Ranbai's expression was unclear, but he ordered in an impatient and cold voice: "Come closer."

Jin Yao paused for a moment, then approached obediently.

It wasn't until the faint pear blossom fragrance lingered in the air that dispelled the original incense smell, and the mood of dyeing white became more comfortable.

The night was dark and foggy, and the wind was a bit chilly.

But in the dream of floating life, the lights were bright, the whole night was full of laughter and laughter, and the beauty was desolate, but only the atmosphere in this box was very quiet and indifferent.

Dyeing white slowly and slowly holding the wine cup,

Elegantly poured a glass of wine, the wine was clear and intoxicating, lining the cold white fingertips, along with the subtle sound of the wine falling into the wine glass, the princess's cold and beautiful voice fell together, and no emotion could be heard from her tone: " I heard that you are not seeing guests?"

Jin Yao didn't take offense to look directly at the princess's face, his eyes fell slightly on the hand that poured the wine, and he replied softly, "Your Highness is not a guest."

Ranbai smiled and didn't ask too much about this question, just as she never mentioned the first encounter, nor asked why Jin Yao was in the palace.

Maybe it's not interesting, maybe it's not necessary.

"Can you drink?" Ranbai asked flatly.

"Yes." Jin Yao nodded without hesitation.

Ranbai hummed and poured another glass of wine in person. The purple sleeves fell down to hide his wrists. His movements were pleasing to the eye, and he belonged to the royal family.

She didn't say anything and handed the glass of wine to Jin Yao.

The boy stretched out his hand to take it, his knuckles were as slender as snow, and even the wine glass was lined with a three-point delicacy.

His long eyelashes covered the dark under his eyes, and he drank the strong drink.

Ranbai smiled and looked at Jin Yao, the wine in the glass swayed from side to side, and seemed to be carrying a sword, light and sword in a trance.