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Lyrela shook her head first, and then nodded. She stretched out her hand and blew the snowflakes in her hand outside, and said, "I don't know, I don't know if I like snow or not."

"Look at my memory. Miss Lereira can see snow every year. She must have been tired of seeing this for a long time. I still ask you these questions. I'm really sorry to embarrass you. Okay, we're almost there. Let's get off.

Take the car."

The carriage stopped.

Morgan got out of the car first, then took Lyrela's hand and picked her up as well.

Although she had been prepared before arriving, the grand scene in front of her still far exceeded her expectations. She was surrounded by people wearing gorgeous clothes. Everyone, whether they were men or women, was very particular about their clothes.

When she entered the hall, she was frightened by the mountain of food in front of her. The variety and quantity dazzled her. She couldn't help but ran all the way to the table where the food was placed. She was very happy to pick up a snack.

and started eating.

"Mr. Morgan, look here! Here!" Lyrela waved towards Morgan.

Morgan walked up to Laerila, took out a napkin and carefully wiped the corners of her mouth, and said dotingly: "Be careful, the corners of her mouth are stained. By the way, go change some clothes first. You are...

Clothes, to be honest, are a bit..."

"Yes... I'm sorry..." Lairila lowered her head and looked at her clothes. Her clothes were still the same ones she wore when she was with Naifen, and there were still some stains on them. At this time, she also noticed the clothes around her.

People pointed at her and quickly lowered their heads to apologize.

Morgan touched her head, and the maid came over and took Lyreira down.

"Mr. Morgan, can you please accompany me and have a cup of tea?" the woman on the side extended an invitation.

"That's not okay. I was the first to notice Mr. Morgan. I should be the one who wants to have tea with Morgan." Another woman came up.

"Get out of the way. If you all surround him, it will only cause trouble to Mr. Morgan. You can be called ladies like this, so I should be the one to accompany him."

There is no doubt that this young master from a neighboring country has gradually developed his unique masculine charm, outstanding appearance, elegant manners, and sense of humor. The most important thing is that he is a nobleman, and nobleman has symbolized

Power and wealth. Naturally, Master Morgan, who has so many resources, is destined to have women who admire him. He is surrounded by four or five girls at the moment, and every girl hopes to attract this noble young master.

Their attention includes not only the competition between the forces behind them in Nagaros, but also their own expectations and wishes for Prince Charming.

"Ah, ladies. I am very honored to be favored by such a beautiful lady. But I'm sorry, I already have an appointment. She will be here soon. There is still a long time for the banquet tonight. Wait until I have time.

Now, let’s invite all the beautiful ladies to have a cup of tea and dance. How about that?”

Morgan declined everyone very tactfully. Tonight, all his attention was on a little girl, or the future.

For a long time, his attention would be focused on that girl. He straightened his slightly messy collar and walked towards the corner.

Lyrella had already put on an elegant white dress, and she sat on the table obediently, looking around. Different from her usual coquettishness, which was even a bit arrogant, today she seemed particularly quiet and her behavior was very restrained.

Looking at this posture, Lairila could tell with her toes that today would not be as simple as accompanying a drink.

"Have you changed it yet? This set looks very suitable for you."

"Thank you...thank you..."

Morgan stepped forward and gently hugged Laerila's waist. The latter was startled at first and her whole body trembled, but after realizing that Morgan was holding her, she immediately obeyed and stopped moving. She lowered her head shyly.

, blushing and burying his head in Morgan's chest. At this moment, brisk music sounded in the hall, and the people standing in the center of the hall immediately started dancing in groups of two.

Morgan chuckled, grabbed Lyreira's delicate hand with one hand, put the other on Lyreira's waist and hugged her gently, saying: "Miss Lyreira, are you willing to dance with me?"

Really? I think I will have a wonderful night tonight if I can dance with a beautiful lady like you."

"But I'm not a good dancer. I've never danced on such an occasion. I'm afraid I'll embarrass you." Lyrela lowered her head, stepped on Morgan time, and danced step by step to the rhythm.

The hostesses that Zhenji Hagen spent a lot of money to train naturally don’t know how to dance. In fact, they are quite versatile. In order to be able to chat with the guests, they have put in a lot of effort to learn all kinds of dances.

Even though they are not proficient in it, they all know it. Dancing is naturally one of the compulsory subjects. In fact, she dances quite well.

"By the way, isn't it that Miss is a very good dancer? I'm almost fascinated by your dance steps. It's great to be able to dance a song with you tonight."

"Thank you... I just have a question that I still don't understand." Faced with Morgan's praise, she didn't seem particularly happy. She just raised her head and smiled politely before asking worriedly: "I don't understand, Moore.

Mr. Gen, I am just a bartender. Why did you bring me here? And you always praise me and humiliate me. It makes me feel scared and unreal. Can you tell me why? Even if you have any chance, I will

I will definitely try my best to help you complete it, but you still treat me so well without saying anything, which makes me feel very scared."

"There are three circles here, one circle, two circles, three circles. Beautiful!" The sound of the music suddenly became more rapid, and the climax was about to come. Lyrella stood on tiptoes and spun to the rhythm of the music, her white skirt spinning in circles.

Opening it in the middle, the whole person seemed to have turned into a blooming plain white flower. After three rounds, Lairla didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or other reasons. She didn't stand up properly and twisted her foot. She screamed softly and fell down.

on the ground.

"Miss Lyreira, does it hurt?" Morgan squatted in front of Lyreira, lifted her feet and rubbed her feet gently. Lyreira nodded first, then shook her head, and after thinking for a while

He nodded again. He smiled, took off Lairla's high heels, held her Bai Zhe's small feet while massaging them, and said: "Miss Laerla knows "Twelve O'Clock"

The story of "The Magic"?"

"Legend has it that there is a beautiful country where the king plans to hold a grand ball in order to select the girl that the prince likes. After hearing the news, all the beautiful and confident girls in the country went, even from neighboring countries.

There are beautiful girls traveling thousands of miles to attend the dance.”

"However, the ball did not go smoothly. The prince was not satisfied with all the girls. Just when everyone thought it would be a failure, a fairy-like woman appeared. The prince fell in love with that girl at first sight.

Girls, that night they danced one dance after another and told one story after another. They didn't stop until the twelve o'clock bell rang. Under the gaze of the prince, they turned into a piece of silver sand, and followed by

A gust of breeze blew by and everything disappeared. Just like magic, after twelve o'clock, everything disappeared, everything about her disappeared completely."

Lyreira frowned and said: "What you are doing is very similar to "Cinderella", except that in Cinderella the girl drops a glass slipper and the prince finally finds Cinderella relying on that shoe. You are a little bit different.

..It makes people feel distressed.”

Morgan stroked Lyrela's heels and felt that there was no serious problem. He put her shoes on again, stood up and bent slightly: "Whether it's "Twelve O'Clock Magic" or "Cinderella"

Princes have the same feelings for their lovers. Among millions of people, I only fall in love with you. Are you willing to let me be the prince who puts on your shoes?" And you become the blood-stained enchantress who will inevitably disappear at twelve o'clock.

Morgan smiled and showed a gentle smile like the sun. That face seemed to have an inexplicable attraction. Lyrella couldn't help but want to reach out her hand, but a trembling figure hiding behind the goddess statue suddenly broke in.

appeared in her mind. She shook her head and tried to get rid of the figure, but she couldn't get rid of it. Instead, it became clearer. The outstretched hand failed to catch Morgan.

"That's how it turned out to be. It seems that Miss Lyreira already has a crush on her. It was me who stole her love." Morgan looked at Lyreira's hesitation and retracted his hand with a smile, and his words finally came to light.

Let Laerila make a choice, she had already ignored the figure in her mind, stretched out her hand and grabbed Morgan's hand tightly and explained: "No, it's nothing, it's just that what you said was too sudden and I have no psychology at all.

Ready, willing, and naturally willing to be with you."

The smile returned to the man's face, and he gently stroked Lyreira's head.

"It was so wonderful to dance with you today, Miss, but the time is limited. It's already too late now. It's time to go and rest. Miss, please go to rest early. You don't have to go back to the hotel. The Lord of the City is very generous and has already prepared it for me in the castle.

There are many rooms, you can just go and sleep."

"Mr. Morgan, aren't you going to bed?"

"No! Tonight, I still have very important things to prepare. You go to bed first. By the way, this is a very important thing for you." Morgan handed a black wooden box to Lyrela.

There is a pure black lock on it. Even if she wants to open it, she can't open it at all.

"Don't lose it, this is my glass slipper to find Cinderella."......