Ling Muche glanced at his distinguished cousin: "You shouldn't have driven all the way here on a cruise ship just to go on a blind date with me, right?"
"Bingguo." The princess snapped her fingers: "That's the purpose. Otherwise, I wouldn't have learned that you were coming to Romes Island for vacation, so I would have ordered the captain to drive day and night from country C to get here. You see, I'm very interested in you.
Such good intentions, you can't let your cousin go home disappointed."
"Are you using your conscience?" He sneered: "It's not like you don't know that I hate these delicate ladies from famous families. You can consider it for me to play with. You can marry a wealthy family and be your wife for less than three days before running home crying.
Already."
She slapped her head hard: "You bastard, you are almost 28 years old, but you are still thinking about playing with women, and you can't find the right one to find one. Anyway, you have to choose tonight."
Take one of them home to be your wife."
"I don't want it." He refused flatly, he didn't want a woman to restrain him.
"You have to take it even if you don't want it. You must choose one of these women to be your wife tonight. Otherwise, I will ask your parents to return to China and make the decision for you. Then you will not be able to choose so easily.
Come on." The princess threatened insidiously.
"Cousin, the emperor is not in a hurry to kill the eunuch. Why are you dragging me into the grave of marriage yourself? I am only 27 years old. It is too late to find a partner at the age of 30. And which woman do you think your handsome and mighty brother will have?
Are you worthy of it?" A certain woman said without any shame.
"Well...marriage is not a grave, it is heaven. Heaven, your cousin has always been in heaven." A certain prince who had been ignored by the siblings clarified, but sadly received two sharp words.
At the sight, he quickly shut up in frustration.
Regarding his arrogance, the princess calmly retorted: "If you get married early, fewer women will be persecuted by you. Anyway, I have made up my mind. If you don't choose a wife tonight,
, just wait for your parents to come back and take care of you, and see if I don’t expose your ‘glorious’ deeds over the years to them.”
The first threat was powerless, and she was a married woman. He had always exerted pressure on others and was ruthlessly oppressed for the first time: "Cousin, do you need to be so cruel? Is a forced marriage interesting?"
"Don't force me. I'm not giving you a random woman. I want you to pick the one you like and give you the right to choose."
Ling Muze was the first to show off her cousin's strength, and the first time she went crazy, she almost collapsed.
A certain prince, who was standing aside and being ignored, could not see how confused his brother-in-law was, so he whispered in his ear.
The princess looked at her husband suspiciously, not knowing what experience he was imparting to him. She wanted to lean in and eavesdrop, but was pushed out by her husband who suddenly turned around.
He was about to fall down at the moment, and fell into a familiar embrace the next moment.
"Be careful, you are pregnant with our little baby now, so you can't let it get lost." The prince rubbed her slightly bulging belly lovingly.
The powerful princess blushed rarely and beat his chest: "I hate it, if you hadn't deliberately tricked me, how could I have gotten pregnant so quickly."
Ling Muze was so disgusted by the two people who were so affectionate that she was afraid that if she looked at them, she would get needle eyes. She turned around and was about to leave, but she held her back.
"You want to leave?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
He pulled down her tight hand and said, "How could I just leave the blind date carefully arranged by my cousin without giving any face? I just responded to my cousin's call and went to pick a wife."
"This is my good cousin." She patted his shoulder happily.
The princess dared to use the word "good" to describe him. Ling Muze was about to leave with a sullen face, but was held back again.
"Cousin, what's the matter?"
"Put this on." She held up the butterfly mask that was as black as the dark night in her hand.
"It's unnecessary."
"The mask dance is coming next, so of course I have to wear this. Be good, the dance is about to start. Put it on quickly." She pushed the mask into his hand and urged.
He reluctantly wore the mask.
"Tsk, tsk, my cousin is so handsome, like a pear blossom looming over a begonia." The prince was so impressed that he couldn't help but utter an old saying.
"Husband, your attainments in Chinese literature are profound and profound." He raised his eyebrows at the prince.
"That's right. Who made my wife have Chinese blood flowing in her bones? Since China can produce such a gorgeous beauty as my wife, I naturally want to love Chinese culture as much as I love my wife." The prince also threw it away.
Past an eyebrow.
Ling Muze ran away in disgust. If he continued to stay with these two people, he would die of acidity.
Just after taking a few steps, the dance floor fell into darkness, but no one screamed in panic. It was obvious that the dignitaries present were used to such a stage.
When the golden hazy lights came back on, melodious dance music sounded and floated leisurely over the hall. Everyone present wore masks of different styles.
Even though he was wearing a butterfly mask, as soon as he stepped onto the dance floor, he still attracted the attention of many celebrities. There were no fewer than ten pairs of slender hands stretched out in front of him, all covered with white flowers.
Alas, I have to sigh: He is like a firefly in the dark, shining wherever he goes.
Boredly, I glanced at the many beauties standing in front of me, intending to choose the one with the prettiest eyes and the sweetest eyes, but I heard the gasps of the men around me.
Following the sound, I saw a woman in the corridor, wearing a gorgeous princess dress with sparkling jewelry, long hair, a crown, and a purple butterfly mask, holding the escalator with one hand.
, walked down the stairs calmly.
Under the illumination of the golden light, the eyes hidden under the mask covered up the light of the gems on the body, and they were bright and clear like the sparkling water of the sea, and it was incredibly beautiful.
It was a pair of eyes that could make everyone hold their breath, and Ling Muche was no exception. He stared at these familiar eyes for a moment, almost suffocating his breath.
"Which country's princess is this? I want to propose to him." A man beside him murmured excitedly, speaking fluent English.
"So charming, such a noble and elegant lady..." Another man praised infatuatedly.
"My eyes are like water drops. They are so beautiful. If I can marry this lady, it doesn't matter if I give up my current position." Another man said in confusion.
Ling Muze's eyes dimmed, and he stared closely at the woman who captured almost all the men in the room.
Facing the closely staring eyes below, Shui Xi's nervous hands trembled slightly, secretly feeling depressed as to why he had inexplicably fallen into such a high-profile situation.
She was not used to wearing high heels, and the long skirt covered several steps, so she could only walk down step by step cautiously, thinking that as soon as she walked down the stairs, she must escape from this strange place.
Seeing that she had reached the ground within a few steps, her feet were unsteady and she stepped on the edge of her skirt. Tragically, she came into close contact with the ground.
Suddenly, gasps and exclamations came from all around.
"Noble lady, are you okay?" A blond man wearing a white dove mask and blue eyes who was closest to her helped her up.
She struggled to get up and wanted to express her gratitude gratefully. At this moment, one of the straps of the mask fell off and the mask slid down her face.
She heard the man gasp: "Miss, you are so beautiful."
"Sir, can you put the mask back on for me?" She asked, not knowing how to face the gaze of so many people. Seeing that the man could not understand Chinese, she could only use gestures to signal.
The man picked up the mask and put it on for her in a very gentlemanly manner.
"Thank you!" After saying that, she wanted to escape from this place with fragrant clothes and beautiful hair, but the man grabbed her wrist.
"Miss, I am the earl of country D. Can I invite you to dance?" He grabbed her hand and kissed her.
Shui Xi retracted her hand as if she was being shocked by electricity, but she couldn't bring herself to hit this man's self-esteem so harshly.
In the embarrassment and embarrassment, a man wearing a black butterfly mask walked up to them and said coldly to the Earl of Country D: "She is mine tonight."
His tone was determined to achieve success.
"This is not in line with etiquette. I obviously invited this lady first, why is she yours?" the Earl of Country D replied in broken English.
"Then let this young lady decide whether she wants to dance with you or with me?"
After he finished speaking, he set his eyes on her.
Although he was wearing a black butterfly mask, Shui Xi still knew who was in front of him through his eyes as deep as a dark pool.
My uneasy heart calmed down inexplicably. I wonder if it was because I met an acquaintance in this strange place, even though I had a very different relationship with this acquaintance.
"Miss, please make a decision? Choose her or me?" the Earl of Country D urged.
Although Shui Xi couldn't understand English, she could still vaguely guess what he meant.
She raised her eyes to look at Ling Muze and was immediately startled by his cold gaze, thinking that he probably recognized her.
The look in his eyes told her that he was unhappy that she would appear here, and it was better not to provoke him for a second.
Then he looked at the Earl of Country D next to him who was wearing a white dove mask. The gentleman looked at her with gentle eyes.
After weighing the left and right, she still felt that it was safer to jump with the Earl of Country D. Once Ling Muze left, she could take the opportunity to escape and return to the hotel.
Even if Ling Muze blamed her for choosing the earl instead of him, she could still say that she didn't recognize him. After all, it was the earl who proposed to dance with her first. According to etiquette, she should choose the earl.
The reason is very good, but considering that Ling Muze doesn't care who he dances with, he probably doesn't bother to ask this kind of question.
Decided.
Resisting the fear of those cold eyes, she raised the corners of her lips slightly and stretched out her hand to the Earl of Country D: "I want to dance with this gentleman."
"Very good!" He dropped these two words coldly, turned around and disappeared into the dance floor.
In an instant, n women surrounded him. He took the hand of one of the ladies and danced casually to the music. His posture was like a proud king, which fascinated the women around him.