Stunning at Every Step: Lazy Little Beast Concubine

As soon as the dance was over, the girl in white suddenly flew straight towards the boy in white and looked at him coldly: "Who asked you to peek here?!" Her voice was as cold and crisp as the ice melting.

But the boy in white clapped his hands and laughed: "It's a good dance! It just destroyed these flowers."

Where the girl in white danced just now, peach blossom petals fell all over the ground.

The girl in white pursed her thin lips and said with disdain: "What does it have to do with you?" Her voice was cold and cold, and her person was as cold and beautiful as the peach blossoms in March.

The young man in white smiled: "Burning the harp and boiling the crane, destroying the flowers with arduous hands, it is always a disgrace to the scenery."

The girl in white glanced at the fallen flowers on the ground: "It has been destroyed, so what can it do?"

The young man in white smiled slightly, took out a jade flute from his sleeve, leaned against the peach tree and started playing it leisurely.

As the flute played, the fallen flowers on the ground flew up one after another, and flew back to the branches as if they were alive...

The girl in white was listening and watching quietly.

When the song ended, all the fallen flowers flew back onto the branches, becoming more colorful and more brilliant.

"How about it? Flowers are more beautiful when they grow on branches." The boy in white had a smile in his eyes.

The girl in white clothes flicked her sleeves and said in a calm tone: "I didn't expect you to have such ability. However, these flowers will fade sooner or later, it's just a matter of time."

The young man in white looked at her face and smiled: "Flowers are very delicate things. It's good to stay on the branches for one more day."

The girl in white glanced at him: "I didn't expect you to cherish flowers." She turned to leave.

"Go slowly, girl, haven't you asked her her name yet?" There was a hint of reluctance in the eyes of the young man in white.

"A Qian." The girl in white replied lightly, and flew straight into the peach blossom forest, disappearing in an instant.

…

Heavy rain poured down, thunder and lightning struck one after another, and the dazzling light almost cut through the sky.

A young man in white is sitting at his desk and painting. In the painting is a peach blossom forest, in which a girl in white is dancing gracefully...

The window was suddenly knocked open, and a slender white shadow flashed in. Behind her, a bright white lightning followed, and it was about to hit her body!

Without even thinking about it, the young man in white stretched out his hand and pulled the white shadow behind him. With a wave of his hand, a light blue light wave emitted, which collided with the dazzling lightning!

The lightning disappeared, and the boy in white staggered a big step, a mouthful of blood spurting out.

"How are you?" The girl in white stretched out her hand to support him.

"A Qian." The boy in white had a happy smile in his eyes: "It's good that you're fine."

A Qian turned her head and looked at him for a long time: "I heard that you are a vagabond, and you are so desperate to save every girl?"

The boy in white froze, stared at her for a long time, and asked: "Aqian, so you know who I am? I'm very happy that you can come to me."

Ah Qian pursed her lips and opened her eyes slightly: "Of course, you are the most romantic Prince Jing in the world. I didn't come here to find you. I just avoided the thunder..." After the dance, the girl in white suddenly looked towards The young man in white clothes flew straight over and looked at him coldly: "Who asked you to peek here?!" The voice was as cold and crisp as the ice melting.

But the boy in white clapped his hands and laughed: "It's a good dance! It just destroyed these flowers."

Where the girl in white danced just now, peach blossom petals fell all over the ground.

The girl in white pursed her thin lips and said with disdain: "What does it have to do with you?" Her voice was cold and cold, and her person was as cold and beautiful as the peach blossoms in March.

The young man in white smiled: "Burning the harp and boiling the crane, destroying the flowers with arduous hands, it is always a disgrace to the scenery."

The girl in white glanced at the fallen flowers on the ground: "It has been destroyed, so what can it do?"

The young man in white smiled slightly, took out a jade flute from his sleeve, leaned against the peach tree and started playing it leisurely.

As the flute played, the fallen flowers on the ground flew up one after another, and flew back to the branches as if they were alive...

The girl in white was listening and watching quietly.

When the song ended, all the fallen flowers flew back onto the branches, becoming more colorful and more brilliant.

"How about it? Flowers are more beautiful when they grow on branches." The boy in white had a smile in his eyes.

The girl in white clothes flicked her sleeves and said in a calm tone: "I didn't expect you to have such ability. However, these flowers will fade sooner or later, it's just a matter of time."

The young man in white looked at her face and smiled: "Flowers are very delicate things. It's good to stay on the branches for one more day."

The girl in white glanced at him: "I didn't expect you to cherish flowers." She turned to leave.

"Go slowly, girl, haven't you asked her her name yet?" There was a hint of reluctance in the eyes of the young man in white.

"A Qian." The girl in white replied lightly, and flew straight into the peach blossom forest, disappearing in an instant.

…

Heavy rain poured down, thunder and lightning struck one after another, and the dazzling light almost cut through the sky.

A young man in white is sitting at his desk and painting. In the painting is a peach blossom forest, in which a girl in white is dancing gracefully...

The window was suddenly knocked open, and a slender white shadow flashed in. Behind her, a bright white lightning followed, and it was about to hit her body!

Without even thinking about it, the young man in white stretched out his hand and pulled the white shadow behind him. With a wave of his hand, a light blue light wave emitted, which collided with the dazzling lightning!

The lightning disappeared, and the boy in white staggered a big step, a mouthful of blood spurting out.

"How are you?" The girl in white stretched out her hand to support him.

"A Qian." The boy in white had a happy smile in his eyes: "It's good that you're fine."

A Qian turned her head and looked at him for a long time: "I heard that you are a vagabond, and you are so desperate to save every girl?"

The boy in white froze, stared at her for a long time, and asked: "Aqian, so you know who I am? I'm very happy that you can come to me."

Ah Qian pursed her lips and opened her eyes slightly: "Of course, you are the most romantic Prince Jing in the world. I didn't come here to see you. I just avoided the thunder..."