Chapter 557: Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless (29)

The man didn't seem to know how rude his words were. He didn't move and stared at him tightly. His Adam's apple swallowed more and more, and his voice was particularly clear and obsessed: "...you are so beautiful."

The eyebrows and eyes are as delicate as picturesque, and the skin is as pale as snow.

The thin lips are red and shiny, and the crow-colored eyelashes are as slender as butterflies.

Even though the expression on her face was pitiful and not very big, she just needed to stand there and do nothing, and she was already beautiful and couldn't take her eyes off her eyes.

As a vampire, he has never seen such a beauty, but after living for hundreds of years, he has never seen anyone who can be compared with His Royal Highness.

It's so beautiful that people just want to do something.

Before Wen Xien got angry, he shook his head first, as if he wanted to get rid of the unrealistic fantasies in his mind. Then he showed an elegant and apologetic smile on his face. He owed to Wen Xien, with a strange tone and a completely unhappy apology.

"Sorry, your Highness, I am like this, I am abrupt."

After saying this, he blinked at Wen Xien as if seductively, gently and romantic.

Maybe because he was afraid that Wen Xien would lose his temper, the man did not dare to stay too long.

The figure merged into the dim light and disappeared in an instant.

Wen Xien sat on the sofa, frowned, feeling particularly uncomfortable with the man's teasing behavior.

This man is really brave. He is the first person to dare to speak like this in front of Wen Xien.

Wen Xien pursed his lips irritably and picked up the juice on the table.

However, Yuan Xu, whose breath had sunk around him, was snatched away. The man's strength was rarely heavy, his black eyes were deep, and his face was a bit sinister in the shadows.

“This is not ordinary juice.”

His voice was extremely heavy.

Wen Xien was stunned, glanced at the beautifully colored juice, and his voice became cold: "What's the problem?"

Yuan Xu heard the coldness and impatientness in his voice, softened his tone and whispered: "The alcohol content here is higher than that of ordinary wine. You will get drunk if you drink too much."

Wen Xien frowned and put down the juice: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Forget it, I haven't drunk much anyway."

Seeing Wen Xien leaning against the cushion and looking indifferent, Yuan Xu took the juice and took a sip. It tasted good, but how could there be serious juice in such a place? And after leaving, the man's eyes were also joking, Yuan Xu then reacted.

Yuan Xu's alcohol tolerance is very good. This glass of juice is nothing to him, but it is different for Wen Xien.

Turning his head to observe Wen Xien's expression, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that nothing was wrong with her.

After drinking a little, nothing should be done...

Wen Xien has never liked such parties, noisy and boring.

Chen Yun and everyone were having fun, and were pestered by them, and they couldn't get out of their way to talk to Wen Xien for a while.

Yuan Xu, who was sitting next to him, was a little nagging and always told some gossip or jokes in her ear.

When Wen Xien hears funny words, he will give some reaction, and ignore others if they are not funny.

I can't drink alcohol, and there is nothing fun.

Wen Xien yawned lazily. She suddenly felt that the temperature inside the house was a little high and she felt particularly uncomfortable. She seemed to be fumigated by a small ball of fire. She wanted to take off her coat.

She did the same if she thought so.

Today she wore a coat with silky fabric and simple patterns. After taking off the coat, it was a white loose long sleeve inside.

I don’t know if the collar is too big, or if she is too thin, the collar is loose, revealing her delicate and skinny collarbone.

Wen Xien pulled his clothes irritably, folded his overly long sleeves on top, his wrists were slender and thin, and his dark blue blood vessels were graceful.

He changed his posture restlessly, and his slender arms were pressed down. The force of the pincer on his wrist was extremely strong. Wen Xien, who was as painful as an iron hoop, frowned and hissed. She lifted her eyelids impatiently and stared at Yuan Xu, who was meddling in other people's affairs.

"What are you doing?"

Yuan Xu's voice trembled slightly, saying word by word: "What are you doing?"

"I'm a little hot, why are you holding my arm?" Wen Xien said: "Let go quickly."

Yuan Xu, beside him, with a snail to withdraw his hand. He didn't know why he did this suddenly. He just felt that the snow-white skin that occasionally exposed was too dazzling, and subconsciously wanted to hide it.

The slow mind has only reacted now.

Wen Xien said she was hot?

The temperature of vampires is cold all year round. It is impossible to feel that people have no breathing and no heartbeat. How can they feel hot?

Yuan Xu suddenly looked up.

His Royal Highness, who was leaning softly on the sofa, almost immediately showed a flush like sunset. His crow-colored hair was wet, stuck to his cheeks, and a trace of sticking to his lips. His thin lips were red like blooming peonies.

The breath that exhaled seemed to be mixed with a faint fragrance. Her noble and arrogant prince seemed to be awake, but she seemed not awake.

Of course, Yuan Xu could see at a glance that His Highness in front of him seemed awake but not awake.

It seems that she is drunk. Wen Xien is drunk and she is directly on her face, but his eyes are still deserted, so it is difficult for people to argue whether she is drunk or not.

But he could see it all at once, who knew Wen Xien very well.

His Highness the Prince leaned there, as if he was about to soften into a pool of mud for others to do, and could be pinched into various shapes at will.

Yuan Xu scolded the man thousands of times in his heart, and his expression became more and more gloomy.

He stepped forward and helped Wen Xien and called her name several times softly.

Wen Xien, who had half-drooped his eyelashes, looked at him and nodded softly.

Chen Yun also came over. He sat next to Wen Xien. He could see that Wen Xien's expression was wrong at first glance, and asked Yuan Xu next to him.

"Is she drinking?"

The breath of the man with thin lips became colder, like a storm about to tear apart under the dark night. His voice was cold and so cold that it could drip out of water: "I was deceived by someone, and I'm afraid I'm not drunk now."

Yuan Xu is a good-tempered person. He rarely blushed, but now he is just angry because Wen Xien has drunk wine, so he can see how much he cares about Wen Xien.

Chen Yun on the side didn't feel anything was wrong. Yuan Xu was really intimate with Wen Xien. Chen Yun had seen it for so many years and felt used to it.

He thought it was nothing, he just drank a glass of wine. Anyway, with him and Yuan Xu, nothing would happen.

(End of this chapter)
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