Looking at Shelly's beautiful sapphire eyes, Roy replied honestly:

"Not yet, we plan to try to develop further on this trip."

Shelly smiled and nodded at her, thinking to herself: It's okay.

"Okay, now that we have the answer, let's do it again."

Himeko gears up and plans to win another game.

"Rock-paper-scissors."

"Yo he! Today I am the king of luck! ”

Himeko jumped up two small jumps with joy, and her red apple-like face burst into laughter.

"Rock-paper-scissors."

"Michelle, you're losing again."

Shelly's eyebrows curled straight into a charming crescent, and the upturned corners of her lips deepened the bright smile.

Himeko stared straight at Roy's white and tender little hand, which was compared to a fist, and Shelly spread out her slender five fingers, her palm spread downward.

The palm of the hand seemed to be a small fist that wanted to wrap around Luo Yi.

"Roy..."

Himeko only sighed with emotion, she felt that she was speechless, and she didn't know what to say to her.

As an authentic Chinese, he actually lost to a foreigner ...

"Heh, I'm not very familiar with that."

The corners of Roy's lips curled shallowly, and he looked at Shelly with a little watery eyes:

"Shelly, you can ask whatever you want, it's okay."

She picked up a mouth-watering piece of shrimp toast from a gold-rimmed bone china plate and put it in her mouth.

Shelly's hands clasped together with his fingers against his thighs covered with a silk dress:

"Michelle, can you give Joe another chance?"

She finally said this question, and she couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief in her heart.

... Joe... It's been a long time since I've heard this English name...

Luo Yi paused for two seconds as she chewed the food, then she swallowed the food in her mouth, and then reached out to pick up the clear crystal cup on the table, elegantly brought it to her lips, and said lightly:

"I choose to drink."

She shook the mellow fragrance in the cup, raised her head slightly, gently knocked her eyes, took the sweetness in the cup into her mouth, and let the sourness slide into her throat, with the slightly drunken concentration of alcohol, rendering the confusion in her heart.

She didn't know the answer to that question, so she chose to drink.

"I am sorry, isn't it... The question I'm asking isn't quite right? ”

Shelly looked at Roy with some concern.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Luo Yi smiled lightly at the corners of her lips, handed the glass back to the table, her plain knuckles picked up the elegant wine basket, and poured a graceful and elegant magnificent liquid into her own glass.

Her movements were natural and she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, and both Himeko and Shelly breathed a sigh of relief.

Roy should be really fine.

"Come, let's continue."

Himeko raised the decibel of her voice upwards, trying to bring out a higher level of warmth in the harmonious atmosphere again.

At the moment, in London, England in late September and early October, the temperature during the day is basically 15 to 16 degrees Celsius, but the temperature will be quite different from the early morning and night.

The semi-open carved windows in the film and television hall, the cold night breeze, gently blowing the snow-white gauze curtain, letting it float in the air, circled and painted layers of deep and shallow ripples, showing the ultimate romantic color.

"1, 2, 3, haha~ Luoyi, you have 3 beautiful lipstick marks on your face."

Turning her head, Himeko looked at Shelly, who made an exaggerated expression on her face:

"Let's take a look at Shelly's, 1,2,3,4, Shelly actually has 4, hahaha~ It's fun."

A beautiful lace pillow that smashed right on Himeko's gloating face:

"Don't laugh, you also have 2."

Luo Yi, who looked at Himeko with a smile, her pink face was stained with crimson pink, and her two petal-like cherry lips seemed to be coated with a layer of watery lip gloss, and the whole person was as radiant as a hibiscus out of the water.

The old wall clock on the wall, at this time "dang dang" rang, Luo Yi turned her head to look, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening, she opened her eyes a little hazy, and said to Shelly, who also drank red wine and did not change his face:

"Shelly, our beautiful bride, I wish you a good dream tonight."

"Good night Michelle, Himeko, I wish you all the best dreams."

Roy stood up and gathered her bathrobe, slightly dizzy, and walked out of the spacious movie hall with Himeko, accompanied by Shelly.

Tonight, she drank about half a bottle of red wine. Such a amount of alcohol has made her slightly drunk.

Back in the guest room on the first floor, Luo Yi squinted her eyes slightly and brushed her teeth in the bathroom, then lay on the soft big bed, she sighed and rubbed the silky satin pillow, and her consciousness quickly became blurred, as if she had just closed her eyes and had fallen into a dark and sweet sleep.

Her breathing was slow and long, her jet-black hair was scattered on the lilac pillow, and her long, curly black eyelashes fluttered softly, like a butterfly about to fly, with a pity for her weakness.

The night is like water, the stars are sparse and the moon is bright, a slender figure quietly steps in from the small balcony by the flower garden, and the cool night breeze blows up the romantic snow-white curtain, bringing a familiar smell that seems to be nothing.

The figure was blocked by the side of the comfortable bed, and also on Luo Yiying's white face, and she seemed to consciously gently open her heavy eyes.

The sleepiness and haze in her eyes made her look like she had seen the slender figure, and she seemed to be intoxicated by a dream alone.

The corners of her lips curled slightly, and a perfect Mona Lisa smile appeared on her face.

That beauty fills people's hearts with warm love.

Roy's eyes blinked slightly, then closed slowly, her breathing unhurried.

The figure standing beside the bed stayed for a long, long time.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, he gently placed the flowers he was holding in his hands to her pillow.

The big knuckle hand wanted to caress her smooth and delicate face, but at a finger's distance, it slowly clenched into a virtual fist, and after a while, it was slowly withdrawn.

A deep sigh sounded in this dark and quiet space, and he removed her cold sleeping face and engraved it deeply in his heart.

His two thin lips were coiled into threads, and as soon as he closed his eyes and turned around, he walked out in the direction he had entered.

The night breeze blew through, blowing away the melancholy of the room, as if he had never appeared.

The night, the long, the heart, waits in the loneliness.

"Qiao Linxi, you wait for me... Wait for me... Don't go..."

"Qiao Linxi, don't leave me... Don't leave me alone..."

"Qiao Linxi, how can you be so ruthless..."

"Qiao Linxi..."

A crystal clear teardrop, sliding down from the closed bottom of the eye, along the curvature of the cheek, dipped down into the silky lilac satin pillow, no longer trace...