The host, she slag the whole book villain

Chapter 196 The host is a witch (12)

But when she saw that the girl's cheeks were slightly red, she looked ashamed and not angry, her heart moved, and she raised her hand to caress the girl's eyebrows, her words were tender and tender:
"Beautiful lady, although I don't know your name, I think I probably fell in love with you. Are you willing to stay by my side forever?"

The love that I missed day and night came too suddenly and too fast, and Doris couldn't react.

Is the prince... confessing his love?

Is she dreaming?
"I know, it may make you feel abrupt when I say this, after all, we met for the first time last night, but love is like this, from the first moment I saw you, I knew that you are the only true love in my life! "

Harry's voice was deep and magnetic, affectionate, and the love in his eyes seemed to be addicting to Doris forever.

Opening her mouth, Doris was overjoyed and desperately wanted to say yes, but she lost her voice and couldn't answer anyway, so she could only keep mouthing her yes anxiously.

Harry felt Doris's innocence, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so innocent that she would give her life for just two words of love.

Thinking of her naked (HE) body (XIE) naked (SHEN) body (SHOU) appearance on the beach last night, she did not hesitate to go home with a strange man, and now she believes in the love words of a strange man so easily, No matter how innocent she is, she won't be innocent like this.

Unconsciously, the way Harry looked at Doris changed slightly:
"Don't worry, if you don't want to, I won't force you, if you love me too, then nod your head."

Doris nodded hurriedly the moment his words fell to the ground, fearing that if he was a second late, Harry would take back what he had said the previous second.

Seeing Doris nod her head so casually, a trace of imperceptible disdain flashed in Harry's eyes, but his face was still tender.

Bowing his head, he pressed another deep kiss on Doris' forehead, fearing that Doris would be seen running around and causing misunderstanding, so Harry seriously told her not to leave the room before going out.

After leaving the hotel, Harry saw the people sent by Anas downstairs, saying that the people sent by his father to pick him up had arrived.

Harry followed Anas's men to the palace, and Bertha was there too, standing beside him was a handsome young man with silver hair tied up high, obviously he was standing in a palace like everyone else, but his skin was too fair and translucent, As if bathed in the moonlight, the whole body was surrounded by a hazy glow.

Even though Harry was a man, he was also amazed by the other party's appearance.

This young man is so beautiful that people ignore his gender.

As if aware that he was being scrutinized, the silver-haired boy frowned and glanced over with chill and displeasure.

Aware of his abruptness, Harry smiled apologetically at the boy.

Bertha noticed the eye contact between the two, and took the initiative to introduce:

"Prince Harry, this is Pharmacist Mi Ye, Pharmacist Mi Ye, this is the Prince Harry I told you about."

The boy glanced at Harry, who was still handsome, but didn't respond.

Seeing this, Harry was not annoyed by the other party's cold reaction.

When the people of Dixos saw Harry coming, they hurried forward to express their concern and thanked Bertha's father, Anas.

Bertha knew that Dixos's people were coming, and Harry would leave here soon. She just met her lover, and she was very reluctant to let him go.

So the mood has been very low, looking at Harry's eyes, watery, red and swollen eye sockets.

(Pan Yue's three "Mourning Poems" are for mourning his dead wife, so "Mourning Poems" are special poems for mourning his dead wife, not poems for other dead
(Pan Yue is Pan An, the very handsome Pan An)

　Mourning poem
　　Pan Yue (Pan An)
　　Flies in winter and spring, and the cold and heat flow easily.

　　The son goes to the poor spring, and the earth is separated forever.

　　Whoever restrains selfishness will benefit from drowning.

　　He respected the court's orders and returned to his original mission.

　　Wanglu thinks about the person, enters the room and thinks about the experience.

　　There is nothing like the curtain and screen, but there are traces of calligraphy and ink.

　　Before the flow of fragrance has time to rest, the remains are still hanging on the wall.

　　Feeling ashamed or saving, back panicked.

　　Like the Hanlin bird, it only stays in the same time.

　　If he swims in Sichuan fish, he analyzes the path in the eye.

　　The spring breeze comes from the gap, and the morning slips and drips from the eaves.

　　When do you forget your sleep?

　　Suddenly, Zhuang Fou can still be attacked.

　　The moon in the bright window shines on the south end of my room.

　　(Word limit, half of it will be posted tomorrow)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)