[Princess Sissi] Apocalypse

From the looks of it, it's not very prominent.

But the man's hair is not as sparse and natural as it used to be, but deliberately disheveled. The originally sharp eyebrows and eyes seem to have been lightly brushed with some cosmetics.

After the sharpness faded, the black-haired man looked like an ordinary nobleman.

Song Yi was taken aback.

It's him!

That man, that Mr. Assassin, that—the naked man!

Somewhat uncontrollably, her face began to slowly turn into a layer of blush. God, she knew this problem of hers. Maybe in less than 3 minutes, she would turn into a prawn in front of everyone.

"If you don't mind, I want to leave." Song Yi said to old Mr. Oswilk in a hurry.

Seeing Song Yi's unnatural expression, the old Mr. Oswilk thought that she was still a little girl after all, and she was a little shy after being stared at by everyone, so he kindly agreed to her request.

Song Yi thanked the old prince and said "you can't see me" in her heart, then hurriedly got off the stage and walked towards Ludovika and Helene.

Ludovica was going to look for her at first, but now seeing Songyi coming, she sat down again and said to the girls: "We will be dancing later, if any suitable young man invites you to dance, don't hesitate Some, don't be shy."

Song Yi basically didn't hear what Ludoweika was saying clearly. She lowered her head as soon as she sat down, and couldn't help but look in that direction after a while, but unfortunately, there was no one there.

"Wear it, dear."

"what?"

Song Yi looked at the mask stuffed into her hand, and she flipped through it carefully.

It's the color of parrot green, made of feathers, a little fluffy, uh, to be honest, the gaudy one is a little cute, but if Song Yi were to choose a girl wearing a mask, she would definitely not pick parrot green, look It doesn't look like a very beautiful color.

"Like parrot droppings."

The crisp boy's voice sounded, and there was a bit of mischief.

Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at her younger brother, and looked at him with a look that you are right.

"God, Karl, be gentle, like a nobleman?" Ludovica scolded his son, who grimaced again, and then disappeared in a flash.

"I'll go get you another one."

Reminded by his son, Ludoweika looked at the mask so awkwardly.

"Actually, this is exactly what I want." Song Yi thought, and then put on the mask without hesitation.

The lights dimmed and became colorful.

As soon as Ludoweika left, several young men jumped out like grasshoppers, but they all aimed at Helene.

These young lads have long noticed the beauty of the eldest daughter of Duke Max's family, but Duchess Ludovika is like an overly prominent protector, making them somewhat inaccessible.

Faced with so many hands outstretched, Heleni hesitated and glanced at Song Yi.

Song Yi winked at her, totally encouraging her.

So in the end, Helen picked out an aristocratic young man with blond hair.

"Oh, her sister is a persistent girl who likes blondes!"

Song Yi couldn't help laughing under the mask, before she finished laughing, two young men walked towards this side.

Song Yi glanced around, she seemed to be the only girl, she was very surprised, is there any tasteless person to pick a girl with a parrot green mask?

Those two people were indeed coming in the direction of Song Yi.

One wore a light yellow mask, the other a bright purple one.

Two big men who were also over eight feet stood in front of Song Yi like the door gods.

Both hands stretched out in front of Song Yi at the same time.

Song Yi blinked, and then recognized one of them on the right. Judging from the exquisite sapphire cuff, the latter turned out to be the proud little Mr. Oswellk.

Wagner was thrown here by his father, and the old guy said he had to invite this sharp-tongued lady to dance, and said it was a big baby.

Wagner admits that this is not a girl who can only talk big, but big baby?Let him doubt, after all, whose big baby is a dry little girl with no good figure at all?There are also eloquent teeth.

He didn't really want to bring this big baby home, but his father said he had to.

Hey, when the old man became stubborn, he had no choice but to accept his fate for his fragile blood pressure.

Wagner has always believed that women are beautiful existences, but only those with curves are called women, and the rest are all called little girls, so he never thought that he would have competitors before he came?

Wagner looked critically at his "opponent".

The hairstyle is okay, but the face is not clear, the clothes are not good, and the walk is quite imposing.

This is a war between two men, and Wagner has never been a person who likes to lose, so now he completely forgets that he came here with a wordy and complaining mentality, but cheers up, like a Like a peacock that only courts, it releases its courtship hormones to the female.

Unfortunately, it was not a peahen but a quail who joined in front of him, so the efforts of little Mr. Oswilk were completely useless.

Song Yi looked at the two hands in front of her, and was slightly taken aback.

After passing by, she didn't hate these gentlemen too much, but she didn't have to like him, so after weighing it, she handed her hand to the person on the left, who looked a little strange and a little familiar.

At least he wasn't wearing sapphire cuffs.

Song Yi felt a little balanced in her heart. Sometimes, the "poor" and the poor have more topics to talk about. At least the gentleman in front of her would not tell her naturally that Chinese tea tastes like horse urine, just like their western dark beer Not like horse urine.

The little Mr. Oswilk, who has never been rejected before, seemed to want to reach out to do something, but the gentleman on the left seemed to see it. He deftly grabbed Song Yi's little hand and brought her to him quietly. Beside, uh, maybe say, in the arms?

Song Yi stretched out her spare right hand, and gave a small push to keep a civilized distance between herself and the gentlemen in front of her.

"God, can this group of meat-eating men understand a little bit about restraint!" Song Yi groaned in her heart.

Isn't this public hooliganism?

Now that the matter has come to this point, it would be too embarrassing to leave directly, and it will attract more people's attention, so Song Yi decided to pretend to be dead.

Song Yi glanced at Mr. Oswilk Jr., who was trembling with anger.

Well, the eight-foot-tall man really trembled.

Judging from those green eyes, it was full of accusations, as if Song Yi was a newlywed wife who betrayed her husband.

"Maybe Mr. Little Peacock feels that his beauty and self-confidence have been challenged." Song Yi thought silently in her heart, then looked away and continued to play dead.

The man brought Song Yi to the dance floor.

The lights are dim and dance music is playing.

"Look, now it's a group of people playing hooligans openly." Song Yi thought silently again.

Thanks to her former father, she had learned ballroom dancing from foreigners, and she didn't dance very well, but she didn't step on other people's feet, which was really embarrassing.

It's just that Song Yi used to dance with the same sex, but this dance with the opposite sex is so close, it's the first time a big girl gets on the sedan chair.

There is still a big difference between men and women, just like buns and radishes, although they are both white, but one is soft and the other is hard, and the latter can sometimes be used as a weapon.

Although there is no need for any movement between the arms, it seems that dancing depends almost entirely on the legs, but maintaining the posture is still a bit sore.

It stands to reason that ballroom dancing should relax physically and mentally, like a vine, but the reality is that Song Yi feels like a log now, and she has been avoiding too much physical contact with the other party.

This, this, her current clothes are a bit revealing, showing her breasts or something, she has tried her best to pull up her clothes like a nun, and even made a few small hidden buttons in private!

Silence, silence.

Song Yi thought: Is it really right to not say anything while dancing?She had already thought about tomorrow's afternoon tea, why didn't the other party say anything?

Surrounded by dancing men and women, there were occasional laughter and cute voices, Song Yi became a little fuzzy, what the hell is she doing here?Say good low-key, and then find a chance to talk about Chinese culture with old Mr. Oswellk. Now why should I dance ballroom dancing with someone I don't know?

"It's a big loss." Song Yi clicked her tongue, and she blamed all this on the Mr. Assassin who accidentally caught a glimpse.

Honestly, how did that guy get in here?

"Dancing with me makes you feel so boring?" A voice rang out in a low voice.

Song Yi froze for a moment, she felt that some fine hairs on the back of her head were about to explode.

This voice is so familiar!

"Long time no see, calm Miss Liar."

The voice was extremely calm, low and approaching, even the breath seemed to be blowing to the tip of Song Yi's nose.

11. chapter 11

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"I heard that when people meet someone they like, their pupils will dilate and their heart will beat violently," the man paused for a moment, his voice was as deep as a cello, and the thin calluses on his hands gently scraped Song Yi's wrist, and then whispered Said, "The pulse will also beat violently."

Song Yi was silent for a while, and after a short while, the rosy lips under the mask opened and closed, and spit out: "I heard that it's like this when you see ghosts."

Song Yi wanted to leave after saying this, but was caught