After Lian Zhenzhen finished speaking, he saw that Feng Yu did not react.

She thought Feng Yu didn't believe it, so she continued, "You know I'm Lian Zhenzhen, right? The prince had voted for me to dance with him......"

Feng Yu still didn't speak, but the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

Lian Zhenzhen took out the invitation letter from his arms and spread it out in front of Feng Yu, "Look, this is an invitation, I really didn't lie to you." ”

"Hmm." Feng Yu finally spoke low and answered her.

She smiled, put the invitation back, and continued, "It's just a pity that I can't dance with the prince anymore. Today is the prince's debut, and I've been looking forward to it for so long. ”

"Why are you looking forward to it?"

"Because he's a prince."

Even Zhenzhen replied without thinking about it, and then put his hands on his cheeks, revealing the expression of a little fan girl, "He is the most honorable man in our empire, and he is the man that every woman has fantasized about......"

"......" Feng Yu.

"In order to be able to dance with him, I took out all my mother's favorite dresses......"

Speaking of this, Lian Zhenzhen lowered his eyelids, and his tone was full of regret.

Fantasy is always beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Perhaps, she was really not qualified to go into the palace and dance with the prince.

Feng Yu saw her head down, her eyes were gloomy, and she couldn't help but tighten her eyebrows slightly.

Is it necessary to be so disappointed?

Wouldn't she be silly if she knew that she saw the prince every week, and even ate and lived with him for a while?

He smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand, and his voice lingered, "May -I- dance- with -you?" ”

Lian Zhenzhen heard the voice, raised his head, and saw his knuckled fingers reaching out to him.

She stared blankly at him, unresponsive.

Seeing this, Feng Yu had no choice but to say again, "May -I- dance- with -you?" ”

After Lian Zhenzhen heard his words clearly, somehow, his heart beat faster, and his face turned red instantly.

I was so nervous that I couldn't breathe.

Dance?

In this ghost place?

Lian Zhenzhen was obviously disgusted in his heart, but he still couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

As soon as he touched his palm, his fingers instantly grabbed her, preventing her from flinching.

"I ......"

Lian Zhen really wanted to say something, but stopped again.

"Be attentive."

He leaned close to her and leaned down to speak in her ear.

Her voice was like a gentle fluff, gently teasing her ear canal.

She shrank her head uncomfortably, and walked slowly with his steps.

A faint moonlight spilled in through the hole in the ground.

A seeping "female ghost" with long hair and white skin can be seen dancing with a man in a white suit.

The man also wore a bronzed mask on his face.

Live out a ghost movie scene.

However, there seems to be an ambiguous fire flowing everywhere.

The eyes of the two are also flowing with affection.

The countless scenes of dancing with the prince that even Zhenzhen had imagined in his mind had now become like this.

With an unknown mysterious person, in the potholed hole, step by step, slowly jumping.

Whether it is the image or the scene, it is too different from the romance she wants.

But...... She didn't think it was bad.

Yes, it's not bad.

The corners of her mouth also betrayed her state of mind at the moment, and she kept bending shallowly.

It's just that his eyes are a little dodgy, and he doesn't dare to look at him.

Everywhere was quiet, only the footsteps of the two could be heard.

It's very rhythmic, light at one time, heavy at the other, as if it falls on her heart, so that her heart will go down for a while.

She didn't even dare to breathe too hard, for fear of ruining the scene.