present to the lord

Christine, with her long, brown curly hair, sat on a narrow bed in her own room, and Edith, the soprano, was indeed a remarkable figure, a very different woman from Carlotta, who could only flirt with men.She is passionate, beautiful and talented.But again, this woman is very smart.

Christine felt a little reconciled, she didn't want to mix in the crowd as a ballerina anymore, he dreamed of being on that shining stage to enjoy everyone's attention.Years of loneliness and longing in her heart made her sneer at what her father called an angel of music.

When she thought of this, a man wearing a silver mask - Viscount Eric Jacques suddenly flashed in her mind.

She had been fortunate enough to hear Viscount Jacques sing softly for the handsome duke.What kind of sound is that? It is the sound of nature coming from the palace above the nine heavens. It is as light as a cloud of smoke, and it is so dreamy that the soul will be separated from the body.

Almost instantly, Christine felt that the viscount matched the angel of music her father had mentioned in her mind.

It must be so, he must be the angel sent by the father.Christine's eyes brightened.She finally has some hope for the future.She believed that no matter what aspect the viscount came from, she could get help from that proud man.

Here's her chance.

The gold handle of the carriage was opened respectfully by the manservant. The man's right face was covered with a valuable thin silver mask, his black hair had a soft curve, and a black viscount attire was fitted on his upright body. Sexy with masculine charm, his expression is not soft, and he can even be said to be stern and arrogant. In the music industry, he is the king, which belongs to Eric's arrogance.

He stepped down from the carriage, holding "Don Juan" wrapped in soft leather paper, and there was a smile of expectation in his eyes, but the smile didn't last long.

"Viscount Jacques." The brown curly-haired woman blocked his way, in a relatively hidden corner of the corridor, which was the only way to his creation room.

The brown hair has a smooth light golden color, but it is not the pure golden color like sunlight. Eric raised his chin, and the gentleman stopped, holding a sapphire cane in one hand and putting it in front of him: "This Ma'am, what's the matter?"

"Please teach me the high pitch. I'm Christine, a ballet dancer in the theatre. I admire you very much! Viscount Jacques, your singing voice is really wonderful!" She said excitedly, the inexperienced Girls generally expressed their excitement with excitement and shyness, and a little restraint of fear of rejection, "I hope to have the honor of being taught by you."

Eric, who has come out of self-preparation, his soul has already been liberated by the only person he cares about. He roams in the vast sky, free and unfettered.Everything in the past is covered with brighter and brighter colors, and new colors and landscapes are painted on the paintings of his life.He's not a phantom that craves pity and kindness from others.

He is Eric, the Viscount of the Jacques family, the...

Lover of Brian Jacques.

"Christine?" Eric's voice was as soft as a snowflake falling from the sky in winter, indifferent and emotionless, "Since you are a dancer in the opera house, you should know the rules of the theater. Please go back Right." He was extremely demanding in music, and the woman in front of him had already passed the age suitable for shaping her voice, besides... all he wanted to hear was Brian's voice.

He's got the best of it.Those who are not even defective products have any qualifications to be taught by him personally.

Christine was ruthlessly rejected, she was not discouraged, she knew that Raoul Chaney was a passionate nobleman.

But Fan Haoran didn't know these things. As the heroine of this world, Christine was naturally innocent and kind, but these were just trivial things for the Duke who was initiating the French Revolution, and he was not worried about her. Rick's sincerity will be shaken by a woman. He knows that persistent man too well, with a tough character and a stubbornness that will not change his decision.

The gangs and the major warlords were in turmoil, and the Duke acted as a lubricant to mediate between the two parties. Although the royal family still had some dominance, it had gradually declined in the bloody competition among all parties.The old aristocrats were suppressed, and the circulation of foreign trade goods led to the rise of new aristocrats. Many surnames had never been heard before, and they seemed to stand up from the bottom overnight.

But no one knew that behind all this there was a pair of manipulative hands protruding from the Jacques family.

Fan Haoran looked at the invitation card tied with black silk with a bow on the table. He raised his eyebrows with great interest, and reached out to pick up the unique and exquisite invitation card. On it were familiar beautiful cursive characters, and the wording was very elegant.It was Eric who invited him to share a wonderful evening in box five tonight.

Putting the invitation into the pocket on his chest, he smoothed his slightly long hair sideways, and the golden light streaked across his fingers: "Honey, I really like this kind of fun." He smiled deeply .

Since Eric took over the opera house, the rehearsals of the repertoire are all his works, and every time there are no seats, people's enthusiasm is very high. His reputation as Viscount Jacques has a great appeal in the music industry, and some people even pay a high price. People who bought tickets and didn't buy them all sighed and regretted.

Box No. [-] is said to be the best position in the opera house. Its viewing angle and sound quality are better than other positions.

The lighting inside is soft, a carefully selected rose is placed in a vase, the air is elegant and fragrant, and the sofa is arranged very cleverly.

Eric untied the silk scarf around his neck, bent his narrow waist slightly and poured red wine into the wine glass. The dark red wine swirled under the soft light to create an elegant and beautiful shimmer.

Fan Haoran pushed the door open and saw the man staring down at the red wine glass. It was a kind of temptation that made his index finger wide open. Even at this moment, the light on every strand of Eric's hair would make him My heart is moving, I want to reach into his hair and gently rub his scalp, listen to his moving breath when he is panting slightly, the undulating chest depicts the two slightly hardened fruit grains under the silk shirt, the friction of the cloth sound……

"Lian." Eric straightened up, looked straight at him with black eyes, and smiled.

The already hotter scene was interrupted by this call, Fan Haoran swallowed without a trace, there was an unbearable burning sensation in his throat.He walked over, reached out to take the wine glass in Eric's hand, and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for your surprise, and I'm about to be tormented by your little mystery so much that I want to suck the answer out of your mouth myself." Looking at Eric's red lips, it was a gorgeous crimson.

Eric felt that the sight was too hot, and his mouth felt tingling. He licked it lightly, and took a big sip of red wine in a disguised toast, his eyes drifted a little.

The air suddenly became sticky, amber suddenly flowed in this space, and the feeling of suffocation made the heartbeat unstoppable.

He walked over in two steps, and wrapped one hand around Eric's soft waist. His eyes were deep, and he lowered his head to lick the wine juice from the corners of his red lips. The hug became tighter, and the two's stomachs were tightly pressed together. Fan Haoran Couldn't help but come closer, biting his lips and sucking the red wine mixed with saliva.

Eric was forced to take two steps back, and was pushed down on the sofa all of a sudden. He let out a muffled snort in surprise, with a gentle rising end.

His voice was so sweet that for Fan Haoran, it was a sharp weapon to stir up the flames. At this moment, he wished he could directly dismantle and eat the person under him, completely.

Until the music suddenly played below, Fan Haoran had to let go of Eric with regret, how could he bear to miss the gift carefully prepared by his lover?

However, the surprise for Fan Haoran was not in the Opera House, but in the Duke's Mansion.

Eric's prelude singing is full of painful self-restraint and dark sorrow, full of hopelessness for darkness, despicable and crazy struggle to plunder.

This is a sacrifice for years of suppressed bitter love, no matter how struggling and helpless, no matter how dirty and pitiful the heart is, everything has been redeemed after obtaining love, his heart, his The soul, his body and all will be free from unobtainable pain and the tearing of taboos.

"Say you are willing to share love with me, for the rest of your life. Guide me and save me from loneliness. Say you need me, be here with you, be by your side. No matter where you are, let me walk together..."

How can such Eric not be loved?How could Fan Haoran not love him?

"Eric." He hugged him tenderly, holding the back of his head with one hand and pressing his face on his shoulder, with cool hair on his hand.Eric's heart was too disturbed, he knew how low he had put himself, which made him helpless.He lightly took off the mask on Eric's face, and gently looked at the intense emotion in his eyes that had not subsided.

He has increased the skin-to-skin contact time between the two as much as possible.I have already noticed that Eric seems to have a slight skin hunger, he hugs the person and puts the person on his lap, just like he did when he was a child.Holding Eric has already wrapped people up completely.Fan Haoran rubbed his golden head against Eric's chest, and said with a muffled voice, "This is a ready-made gift I received, Eric."

Eric had already removed the silk scarf around his neck, exposing his Adam's apple.When Fan Haoran raised his head, his breath sprayed gently on the side of his neck, Eric shrank his neck, his skin became hot.

With deep eyes, the probe lightly kissed the Adam's apple, and sighed vaguely: "Baby, baby..."