Qingluan walked up several stairs and climbed to the classroom where the paper kite was.

Jiangnan and Paper Kite are not in the same class, they are very close, just next door to Paper Kite's classroom.

"Paper kites?" Qingluan stood at the door of the classroom and looked around, and there seemed to be no one inside.

Also, everyone should go to other campuses to play.

"Hmm.." A low, cold voice.

Qingluan, who was about to turn around and leave, was stunned for a moment and subconsciously turned his head.

In the back corner of the classroom, a petite figure who had just gotten up was revealed, her body was wrapped in a thick sweater, her face was pale without a trace of blood, "Paper kite? Qingluan approached in surprise and looked at the paper kite wrapped in "fluffy".

"Hmm."

"What are you?"

"Sleepy..."

The paper kite raised her eyes that were a little confused, and her voice was weak.

“... Hibernation? Qingluan sweated.

"Maybe."

I've heard that snakes hibernate in winter...

Qingluan hooked his fingers, and the sky spider silk flew over from a large brazier not far away, "I'll get you some fire..." The paper kite lowered its eyes and gradually closed its eyelids. The flames roared out of the brazier, dispelling the gloom and coldness in the classroom.

also dyed the pale little face of the paper kite with a piece of golden red.

In the center of the light and darkness on both sides, a huge circular lawn, in the center is stacked with layers of gift boxes, which have been stacked on top of each other until the height of another few tens of meters, and the Christmas tree next to it has been hung with red gifts.

Black-haired and red-eyed students pull lanterns and gradually hang them on the surrounding Christmas trees.

The originally dim surroundings lit up with a flickering light.

The light suddenly fell.

The NightClan students, who were standing around, bowed their heads slightly, and folded their hands on their shoulders.

"Your Royal Highness, Princess, welcome."

"Hmm."

A lazy voice came from the gift box at the top.

Snowflakes flutter and the light flickers, illuminating the petite figure at the top of the stacked gift box, the delicate dark red dress, the delicate hot silver edge stacked on top of each other, the bow embroidered with white lace on the skirt falls, revealing the slender white calves, and the delicate dark red shoes.

Soft black curls were tied up, pinned to the elk's small hairpins.

The red eyes as bewitching as glass, in the flickering light of the night, dyed a brilliant camouflage.

The girl propped her cheeks, tilted her head lazily, and glanced in the direction not far away.

The roof of one of the white school buildings shimmered with a faint glare of light gold like a jewel.

"Cut." The girl lazily turned her gaze back.

Lalsel, who was above the tall building, flickered in shape, and then fell into the academy.

"Master Hutus, come and try the cookies we made."

"Lord Cytes, this is today's little pastry~"

"Lord Theseus..."

Someone came over with their masterpiece in their hands and was happy and expectant.

"Thank you." Lalser responded, calmly taking the hearts handed by each student.

"You're welcome!!"

"It's great that you like it, Lord Hutus!"

“...”

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Lord Ilvert is here!" ”

The scene was slightly quiet, and then everyone's eyes fell unconsciously.

Qingluan, who was sitting on the Christmas tree eating biscuits and pastries, tilted his head, and under the holy light, dozens of young men in delicate shirts, elegant and calm, with a gentle smile on their faces, stepped into the night step by step.

However, the most attractive thing is the elegant man in the stars holding the moon.

The pure golden soft hair, the delicate skin like white porcelain, and the pure golden delicate crystal-like bewitching eyes, in the night, glowing with fine light and shadow, were faintly dyed with bewitching and gloomy.

A mature and graceful woman with large golden wavy curls walked beside him with a transparent umbrella to block the falling snowflakes for him.

The young man walking outside casually picked up a biscuit made by a female student and ate it, "Oh beautiful lady, your biscuits are so delicious~" His dark golden eyes lit up and stretched out his claws again.

The short-haired blonde girl slapped his hand away with a palm, and her tone was cold, "Rick, repeat what you just said." ”

"Oh dear, I was wrong!!" The young man hurriedly surrendered, and followed the short-haired girl in gray, "Honey, don't be angry, I just ... Just kidding!! Really, I can swear by God Anata! ”

"Rick." Anne turned her head and glanced at him, "If you can get a share of Lord Ilvert, I'll be content." ”

"My dear... You... You..."

In the crowd of people, the pure golden demon eyes met the light golden eyes.

Qingluan, who had eaten the last biscuit, noticed the interaction between the two and held up his cheeks, "Wow~ Did the protagonist and the actor start to be emotional?" ”