With this bold start, more and more girls followed suit and gave garlands to their favorite teenagers, and many couples danced around the bonfire, cheering and whistling endlessly.

Lie Ghost was still drunk and squinted, and the pile of garlands on his head was suddenly grabbed and thrown out, and he saw the snow-white fox dress in front of him flying and rolling, and the girl in his arms screamed one by two by the thick fox tail......

Li Jiu's long blue hair was scattered on his snow-white shoulders, his golden pupils were charming, his skirt fell on his legs, his silver hanging hands gently lifted his chin, and the pure white wreath gently fell on his head:

"I kissed my mother and wanted to run...... I'm afraid it's not that easy?"

He looked at the pair of dementoring golden eyes in front of him in a daze, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a smile, raised his leg and gently hugged the woman into his arms, raised his hand to gently pinch her sharp chin, and lowered his head and dropped a kiss:

"It's a great honor. ”

The seat of the demon clan has long been surrounded by girls of various races.

Lan Feng's fingertips lightly held the wine glass, and the same black orc costume was surrounded by soft fluff around his neck, and his white face was red and his eyes bloomed like red lotus.

Ignoring the shy faces of the girls of all races in front of him and the endless white garlands held high, he drank his wine with his long eyelashes lightly, and did not give any reaction at all. The girls were not annoyed, and waited stubbornly, but no one dared to take a step further or put a wreath on his head.

Not far away, Longya was watching nervously, holding the wreath uneasily with the hand behind his back, seeing that he had been drinking and ignoring it, the crowd was still getting bigger and bigger, thinking that the prestige of the demon clan Moon God Realm Spirit had always been like thunder, and now his brother Moon God was taken down, like a sense of stimulation and encouragement, most of the girls on the field rushed to squat, grasping this once-in-a-lifetime face-to-face opportunity.

She bit her lip lightly, made up her mind several times, and then hesitated to retreat. It's good if you succeed, but what if you fail......?

When he was alone in Minefield, although he kissed her and said vague and suspicious promises when she pretended to be asleep, he never mentioned it again...... I've been back for so long, and I haven't been alone anymore, let alone intimate contact, not at all like Xiaoling and Lord Luna, who are sticky and sweet......

The light of the campfire was dancing in the distance, and she stared at the young man's side face through the crowd, and her vision was suddenly a little blurred.

Lord Lanfeng......

Will you really like her? That day, wasn't it really an accident? Too abrupt words...... Will it cause him trouble?

Until the man suddenly turned his face sideways, and crossed the crowd to meet her gaze, his lips pursed slightly, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes looked very displeased:

"You're waiting for me to speak first?"

A cold taunt was very familiar, coming from through the crowd.

The girls were surging, looking at each other, not knowing who he was talking to. Then he followed his gaze to the crowd, and the jealous and hostile eyes of a group of people wanted to swallow the girl.

Longya was stunned, and stood there staring at him, his eyes slowly shining brightly, and he struggled to squeeze into the crowd with a wreath. When he came to him, he hesitated again in the face of these red eyes that seemed to be able to see through her soul, his cheeks flushed, and his trembling hands could barely hold the garland:

"Lan, Lanfeng, Lord Lanfeng......"

“…… My lord?" he raised an eyebrow, looking at her playfully.

"That, that ......" her cheeks flushed to the base of her neck, and her heart was about to beat out of her throat in her chest, "Lan, Lan...... Wind...... I...... I'm ...... I ......"

He lowered his eyelashes and played with the wine glass in his hand, noncommittal, and slowly put the glass back on the table, his long eyelashes raised, and his words were full of sighs:

"You've been with me for so long, and you can't even say a word......"

"Forget it, come here. ”

Longya watched as he picked up the wreath in her hand, handed it to her, and stopped talking. He hesitated and blinked, looked at the garland and then at him, his eyes were blank: "Ah......?"

"You want me to wear it myself?"

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and he spoke coldly and unceremoniously.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she quickly took the garland respectfully, her fingers shaking, and her lips pursed as if that would prevent her heart from beating out.

Holding up a pure white wreath with his fingertips, he put on the short dark purple hair of a teenager, the refreshing light fragrance spread, and the hair touched by his fingertips came with the feeling of electric shock.

She stared blankly, her pupils constricting slightly, almost incredulous, until she put down her hand, still looking at him with her head tilted and stupid, with a smirk on the corner of her mouth.

This is......

Dreaming?

“…… Stupid. His eyelashes drooped, the soft fluff around his neck wrapped around his fair face, his short dark purple hair hanging from the white wreaths on his head, and his cheeks finally slowly crept up a blush as he looked at the girl's smirk.

The crowd around them dispersed, and the girls sighed and left with garlands, leaving empty seats, and the girls and the boy with the garland fell into silence, looking at the couple around them who were laughing and kissing after the success of the flowers, and no one said anything again.

"That, that, or ...... We also ......"

Longya's cheeks were hot, and she was the first to break the silence, learning the posture of the lovers around her hugging, and slowly stretched out her arms to him awkwardly......

He looked down at her, but without a response, she lowered her hand and clenched the fluffy corners of her skirt, her cheeks almost smoking.

"Wow......"

Suddenly, a strong blow came from her left shoulder, and she was caught off guard and rushed to the side, crashing into a booze embrace......

"Brother Lanfeng, Sister Longya, I'm sorry......" Qian Yu panted lightly with a handsome little face, a few white petals fell on his somewhat messy chestnut hair, he looked back behind him, and before he could finish speaking, he hurriedly fled forward, knocking over several couples one after another, and a bunch of little girls holding garlands high and shouting behind him chased after him.

The soft placket fabric, the soft snow-white beast fur that hit the cheeks, and the thin and tight waist that the arms tightly clasped in a hurry...... Longya was stunned.

"Yes, I'm sorry Lord Lanfeng, I didn't mean to ......"

Longya almost reflexively struggled out, panicked as if she had made some big mistake, but a pair of powerful arms locked her firmly before she could break free, pressed her more tightly into his arms, and looked up in surprise into the deep red eyes of the young man.

"You're not...... Do you want to learn from them?"

His expression was a little unnatural, his arms tightened slightly, his eyelashes drooped, staring at the girl's embarrassed and flustered eyes, and his low voice was clear and persistent:

"What I said when I was in the Minefield...... Seriously. ”

"Do you understand?"

I have said that I will never love someone like my brother.

But you ......

But it was an accident that made me want to try to open myself up and learn to feel and experience, accept and give.

"Well, I understand......"

Longya looked at him blankly, pursed his lips lightly, and clear tears slid down his eyes, this time bravely stretched out his arms and pounced on him, tightly hugged his neck, and pressed his lips.

"Longya...... I like it the most, I like it the most. ”

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