"Damn it, you actually...talked to my angel like that, she doesn't want to live anymore." Xiao Ji rubbed my hand that she was holding... "Ouch..." I wailed in pain.
The silver star boy said, "Actually... you are already a beautiful princess. All you lack is self-confidence and a prince worthy of you..." After saying this, he shook the magic wand in his hand, and the silver magic robe
The boy immediately transformed into a prince wearing a glittering prince costume!
The prince wore a crown on his head, walked up to the princess gracefully, then slowly lowered his head and kissed her forehead...
In an instant!
The girl's breathing seemed to be suffocated, and her sharp eyes gradually softened... But she tried hard to rekindle those confrontational eyes, but was finally resolved by the prince's angelic smile.
The prince continued to smile at her with an angelic smile and said: "I love you, my princess." Apart from me, who was half-opened in surprise, this sentence made all the girls present jealous. Xiao Ji would not let me go.
His painful arms rubbed me hard, slapped and pinched me to vent my pain, and I was so pitiful that I gritted my teeth in pain.
Oops, I couldn't bear it anymore, I was so painful that I burst into tears... "I, I want to talk to my father in heaven."
Unable to bear Xiaoji's torture, I threw her hand away and stood up. In an instant, a strong spotlight hit me, making me the center of attention!
This feeling of being noticed by everyone is really strange. Although it is not the first time, but unlike the usual times when I go up to the stage to receive a general because of my excellent performance, this time I went up to the stage to talk to the magician, and I felt a little flustered! Can my wish come true?
?Does magic really have this magical ability?
"Please come up." A magical boy looked at me and spoke to me. He was actually a boy with purple eyes wearing a blue magic robe. Looking at him, I slowly walked onto the stage and stood in front of him.
The magic mirror in his hand first looked at me, then coolly twitched the corners of his lips and said, "It's not jealousy."
"Gah?"
What is not jealousy? What does it mean? Standing next to him with my skirt lifted slightly, I was confused by his words.
"You know."
He grimaced, as if he couldn't smile. His eyes glared at me, and then he looked away.