Wailing Wolf

"Ah, okay."

The young man once again held the girl's soft hands and shoulders, then focused all his attention on the girl's picturesque and pretty face.

His eyes gradually emptied, and his perception of the surroundings gradually disappeared. In his pupils, it seemed that only the reflection of that pretty face remained.

"Your... Your Highness, why are you staring..."

Being stared at intently by the person she admired, Anlìyà couldn't help but lower her head shyly, the blush on her face reaching all the way to her ears.

However, not receiving a response for a long time, she raised her head in confusion, only to see the young man in front of her suddenly moving with her in tow.

His dance steps suddenly became smooth and elegant in an instant, his firm arms naturally around her waist, every movement, every turn was just right.

Although the girl was a little confused, she quickly became immersed in the young man's beautiful black eyes like the night.

Ah! Your Highness is looking at me.

Your Highness is only looking at me.

Your Highness's eyes only have me! The girl seemed to be immersed in honey-like happiness, her skirt flying with the dance steps, her golden hair shining in the firelight, her smile like the brightest star in the night sky.

The bright moonlight shone on this dancing couple, and at this moment, the whole world seemed to stand still for them.

The villagers by the bonfire stopped dancing, giving them enough space.

Because the dance of the young man and the girl was so wonderful that they couldn't help but cheer.

"Anlìyà is so beautiful! God above, if only she were my wife, I would be willing to weave garlands for her for the rest of my life."

The young villager who had failed to find a dance partner earlier stared blankly at the blue figure by the bonfire, and couldn't help but speak.

However, he soon felt his neck being strangled severely.

"Fair, I have something to tell you, please come with me."

Berg dragged Fair into the nearby bushes, and then there was a burst of beatings and wailing.

As a servant, he has an obligation to protect his lord's woman from being coveted, even if it's just verbally.

Also, he had long been displeased with this kid. He doesn't farm, pick fruit, or hunt all day, and he has the nerve to pursue the girls in the village every day, just like the big yellow dog at the entrance of the village, doing nothing!

"Good, very good!"

Robert looked at his adopted daughter dancing with Your Highness, and then looked at Berg dragging Fair into the bushes, a trace of relief and satisfaction on his weathered face.

He felt that today was the happiest day of his life.

Just a few days ago, he was still worried about taxes, and the old wound on his head flared up with pain, tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep, but now he was so happy that he wondered if this was a long-lasting beautiful dream! "The Sun and the God of Justice are above, please bless this kind Your Highness, I am willing to dedicate my humble and devout soul to you, maybe it is useless to you, but this is all I have."

Looking at the black figure by the bonfire, Robert put his hands together and prayed to his god with unprecedented piety.

When the dance ended, Xian gradually woke up.

And the girl in front of him, who was being held around the waist by him, was already so shy that the exposed white skin outside her dress was dyed with cherry blossom-like pink blush.

However, her watery blue eyes were still staring at Xian blankly, her eyes flowing, very moving.

Then, Anlìyà slowly closed her eyes.

A girl closes her eyes, waiting for you to kiss her.

Xian naturally knew this

He couldn't imagine what kind of information would make Thorin give up collecting taxes and rush over overnight, even disturbing his sleep to report it in time. Could it be that there was another war in the kingdom? Alas, if that were the case, it would be truly disappointing, especially since his beloved son had just been born.

"Thorin, report."

"In Fruit Basket Village, I met a noble Your Highness, whose Status Blessing is..."

Bang! The sound of a teacup shattering suddenly rang out.

Please give me some monthly tickets, family. Monthly tickets are the most important during the new book period. I'm kneeling to you. Thanks (ω)