C20 Fantastic Fantasy
Ouyang Xuechen looked at Zhao Rou'er, who was like a little sheep in front of him, crawling on his chest, swaying the music and a bunch of beautiful dancers. In his mind, that face that was as clear as a fairy suddenly appeared. Suddenly, the beautiful women in front of him had become ordinary …
Pink. He was not a womanizer, but sometimes he played for the benefit of others. This was the program prepared for him by Zhao Rou'er. To be honest, he didn't have time to pay attention to what he was watching. He didn't even know what he was enjoying. But most of the time, people had to …
With the mask on, he had to keep watching patiently. She was the daughter of a general, and her father held the military power. Before he could turn the situation around, when there were still many internal troubles in the court, he had to rope in all the people he could use. And she, Zhao Rou …
That was one of the great uses of it.
"My lord. Let Rou'er pour you a drink. " Zhao Rou'er had a gentle appearance, but her seemingly virtuous and elegant appearance revealed a hint of seductiveness. She had fallen in love with this man from the very first moment she saw him. She had always been the most beloved of his women …
That one, she knew most of it was because of her background, her powerful father. But she didn't care. After all, she was the most favored one, wasn't she? She could have him more than they did. She cuddled Ouyang Xuechen with an extremely flirtatious expression. This cold and detached man …
But always so cold. Even when she was at her most passionate, she would always have a grave and stern face. However, the more indifferent he was, the more it was like a poisoned cup of wine that was tempting to her.
"My lord. Tonight. " She opened her mouth to speak, but her cherry lips appeared both tender and shy.
"Tonight. Rou'er has a really good alcohol tolerance. " He shook his hand. After having the dancers withdraw, he could no longer bear to continue watching such vulgar and vulgar dancing. He placed the wine cup close to Zhao Rou'er, and with a cold smile on his lips, he placed the wine cup …
A woman that was sticking to him like an octopus gently pulled him down.
"It's late, Rou'er should be sleeping." He half-carried the woman in his arms into the room. Ouyang Xuechen couldn't help but find it funny when he saw her close her eyes and see her blushing face.
When Zhao Rou'er realized that she had been thrown onto the bed for a long time without saying anything else, she opened her eyes and saw that Ouyang Xuechen had already left.
He bit his lips in hatred. There was a nameless fire in his heart, but he could not help but shed two drops of tears. Was this the man she had been so desperately in love with? Why? Did he have a heart?
On a summer's night, the gentle breeze made Ouyang Xuechen unable to feel sleepy at all. Sometimes, even he himself did not know what he wanted. Beautiful women were like the clouds, surrounded by power and wealth. But in his mind, a woman with two deep dimples appeared.
