"Huh!" Al Shumia was startled, and hurriedly reached out to push Obsidian, "I don't want it!" ”

Obsidian's chest was warm and firm, and the black suit he was wearing made it even more obvious that Ashumia's wrists were as white as snow, and Obsidian looked down at the small hand against his chest, and there was a sly smile in his dark eyes.

The girl was a full head shorter than the boy, and the snow-white gauze skirt matched the black men's coat very well, and the girl's slightly reddened cheeks were particularly attractive in the dim light.

Archumia's strength was too small, and it was obviously pushing in resistance, but there was a little ambiguity in the process. Obsidian's delicate eyeliner was slightly raised, and her tone was getting worse and worse, "Why?" Could it be ......" he lowered his voice, and in this atmosphere even his rough and unpleasant voice became extremely seductive. Obsidian looked at the appearance of the girl in front of him and laughed in a low voice.

Obsidian has always been such a nasty guy who likes to play tricks on people.

Seeing that she couldn't push the obsidian at all, Arshumia could only retreat to find an excuse, her gaze drifted left and right, and finally locked on the only remaining pudding not far away, "Because I'm going to eat pudding!" The last one! Now if you don't eat and wait, there will be no more! ”

"Stupid." Obsidian spat out a word softly, "Someone will bring it later." ”

Obsidian reached out and wrapped his hand around Ashumia's waist, the touch on the waist made Ashhumia shy and remorseful, blame her for not speaking through her brain, now it's over, not only has nothing to eat, but also loses face! Woo...... I wonder if it's still useful for her to confess the truth now?

The tension didn't last long, as Archhumia felt a cold gaze fixed on her and Obsidian.

Obsidian's body also stiffened under this gaze, and the two of them turned their heads at the same time, looking at the owner of the gaze.

It was a slender and tall young man, his chin slightly raised under the gaze of Archemia and Obsidian, and his long golden hair was slightly scattered with his movements, sliding across his pale neck.

He wears a silvery-white butterfly mask, on which a light gold outlines a beautiful pattern, and the gold reflects different sheens under the illumination of the light.

The young man's eyes were filled with a deep coldness, but they were still beautiful, which amazed Archemia. She suddenly remembered a sentence - people who say that the stars are beautiful must not have seen your eyes.

Looking into the eyes of the young man in front of her, Ashhumia began to believe in this sentence.

His gaze was cold but clear and pure, like moonlight reflecting the blue water, rippling with a hazy and translucent brilliance.

After his gaze, the young man's burgundy pupils flowed with a rippling luster, which made him look enchanting, but it was even brighter and brighter than the brightest fireworks.

The two beauties of clarity and enchantment, which should have conflicted, were incredibly fused together in his eyes, sublimated into a more extreme feeling, such a demonic rule, demonic rule and emptiness.

The boy stood not far away, staring at Achumia and Obsidian motionlessly, he raised an eyebrow, and was about to raise his feet to walk towards Ashumia, but he saw Obsidian bow his head and say something in Ashumia's ear.

"Miss Witch, you won't be messing with people, will you!" Obsidian had a gloating expression on his face, hey, if he was not mistaken, he should be the guy staring at them now!

That guy is one of the Galoti who must not be messed with, and Miss Witch seems to be in trouble. However, he also likes to watch the excitement very much, for the sake of Miss Witch being so cute and well-behaved, should he tell her about it?

Although he lowered his voice, the words of Obsidian still entered the young man's ears word for word, and the four witches and young ladies caused an uproar in his mind, and his burgundy pupils flashed a trace of anger, and then, the anger precipitated, tossing and turning away the ghostly coldness.

He lifted the corners of his lips self-deprecatingly, and turned to leave.