“……”

Bethel was stunned.

The dark curly eyelashes trembled, and a trace of dazed emotion flashed in his eyes.

Then, slowly, slowly, slowly, in the deepest depths, a slight sense of joy emerged.

After the waltz, the young man in a daze stood still and did not move.

The body is slender and graceful.

"Silly, huh?" A lazy and hoarse smile seemed to overflow from the woman's throat bone.

The young man's ears were hot, and he was slurred by nervousness, and he stumbled: "Ferdin, Frances...... Your Excellency, you, you just ......."

"Well, kiss you." Fenghua's red lips were lightly pulled, and he admired the elf boy's embarrassed look with a smile.

Betel was stunned again.

After a moment, he pursed his rose-colored lips tightly, and he didn't understand: "Why?" ”

"Think for yourself."

Feng Hua slender hand Shi Ran let go of him, and after laughing, he took a few steps backwards and turned to leave.

The back is beautiful.

Think for yourself? The elf-like beautiful boy flashed a trace of ignorance in his pupils.

Why did Mistress Frances kiss him......

An answer slowly emerged in Bethel's mind, yes...... Do you like it?

Like he likes Mistress Frances?

The little joy in the young man's heart slowly and slowly expanded.

In the end, an overwhelming joy is formed.

"Ding! The target character, Bethel, has a friendship of 5 and a strategy completion of 80!"

……

When Queen Caroline was invited to slip onto the dance floor by her chosen husband-to-be, Fenghua quietly left the bustling banquet with fragrant clothes and sideburns.

Followed by Bethel.

The palace was brightly lit, but outside it was pitch dark, and the baroque corridors were filled with carved sconces and roses.

The woman's high heels hit the ground with a clattering sound.

Just like Bethel's messy and chaotic heart at this moment.

"Mistress Frances......" Finally, the boy spoke softly.

Fenghua stopped.

In the next second, she raised her hand lightly, turned around, and pressed the boy close to the wall.

Under the young man's slightly surprised gaze, one raised his hand and slammed him against the wall of the palace corridor.

With the other slender hand, he pinched the young man's delicate and white jaw.

The snow-white and delicate face slowly approached little by little, and the red lips were hot on his lips:

"Bethel, have you figured it out?"

The timbre is glamorous and charming, and it is gloomy and low.

Bethel bit her lip lightly, swallowed her saliva, and grunted very clearly in the quiet night, and said hesitantly, "I, the answer is...... Mistress Frances...... Joy ......"

He was afraid.

Since he was born in this world, he was abandoned by his clan because of such a pair of eyes, and then he was afraid of the taste of being abandoned.

He was afraid. Fear that once something is said, it is likely that many things will change.

Therefore, it is better to stick to the old rules and stay the same.

Even if I like it in my heart, I am so happy that I am so happy.

But right now

Lord Frances, who likes it so much, looks like this, at such a close distance, and some emotions that are pressed on the bottom of my heart finally gushed out irrepressibly bit by bit.

Break the ground and blossom.

The beautiful young man paused, his rose-colored lips pursed hard, and continued to say the unfinished words: "...... Like, love Bethel. ”

Fenghua's red lips bent, and a shallow smile overflowed from the depths of his throat, charming and pleasant.

Immediately, she affirmed, "Yes." I love Bethel. ”