Chapter 920： Deity (31)

One dance is over.

Charles let go of Fu Yue's hand, leaned slightly, and raised his gem-like eyes, looking straight into Fu Yue's eyes.

There seemed to be endless affection in his eyes.

"Croya, you are beautiful today."

Fu Yue was taken aback for a moment, frowned without a trace, then curled up her red lips, and politely returned to Charles with a smile.

"Thank you."

Although she likes to admire beauties, she doesn't like being teased.

Seeing that the black-haired girl didn't react, Charles' eyes clearly flashed a bit of sadness, and the eyes like the sea made the hearts of the ladies present to be broken.

Oh, His Royal Highness is so gentle.

Why is this Cloya so ignorant of good and bad? Actually ignored his favor?

The banquet continued.

After the dance, Fu Yue lifted the skirt and prepared to return to the seat. Footsteps heard behind her. When Fu Yue was about to sit down, she saw Charles catching up.

"Croya, although it is abrupt to say that, but...may I invite you out alone, I have one thing I want to tell you."

Fu Yue's eyelids twitched.

"Sorry..."

She hadn't spoken yet, and the duchess next to her naturally took her words, "Croya, come here, mother also has something to tell you."

Fu Yue knew that the Duchess was helping her out.

With a bit of regret on the face of the girl, she smiled at Charles, with bright eyes and white teeth, and said: "Excuse me, your prince, you see, my mother seems to have something to ask me, please forgive Cloya for not agreeing to you. Requested."

The other party blinked blue eyes: "Oh, that's a pity."

Fu Yue sat next to the Duchess and smiled kindly at her.

"Thank you mother."

The other party nodded indifferently and solemnly.

Fu Yue couldn't help sighing again, and his gaze fell on the duchess' delicate and beautiful face.

How can such an ice rose be cheaper than the scumbag of the Duke?

In the empty space of the banquet.

Fu Yue found an excuse to go out and breathe, and then in a blink of an eye he slipped into the back garden of the castle, passed through the rose garden, and was bypassing the bridges. At a glance, he looked at the gloomy castle, which is the library of the library. location.

Fu Yue saw it at a glance.

She looked down at the high-heeled shoes she was wearing, and then at the not-short distance, she sighed again.

So far, she is lazy and doesn't want to move.

Fu Yue took off the high heels she was wearing, carried it with one hand, and stepped barefoot on the rugged stone steps. If she wears high heels, she would definitely fall to death.

In front of the stone steps is the delicate and beautiful rose garden. Looking at it, the fiery red roses connected into a sea are beautiful and warm.

After hesitating, Fu Yue put the shoes on the ground, ready to step in.

Then she heard a low male voice coming from a distance.

"Croya, why are you here?"

Fu Yue didn't turn her head back, she didn't even wear her shoes, and ran towards the rose garden barefoot. The rose was thorny. The girl's white and tender feet would inevitably be scratched by the thorns. In fact, the scars are not big, but Her complexion is too white, so it looks a little shocking.

Although Fu Yue turned around and ran away, she still did not run away, her wrist was held by the man's hand.

"Croya, what are you running?"

Charles' voice was a little surprised, "Where are you going?"

When he said this, he looked in the direction where Fu Yue was running.