Excellent Youth [Quick Transmigration]

The black tea in front of me didn't know when it was cold, and it exuded an almost rotten smell.

Christine sat there expressionless, looking at the light reflected on the surface of the black tea.

All those dumb idiots who wanted to strike up a conversation were thrown out of the store by her people. The quiet atmosphere calmed her down, but at the same time made her uncontrollably annoyed.

Chu Ci rejected her request, which was expected by her, but she still couldn't help but feel the anger of being underestimated.

"Ma'am," said her loyal secretary, bending down, in her ear, "the Lord Chancellor has accepted our invitation."

Christine lightly crushed the handle of the cup, "Okay, I see."

She drank the black tea slowly, looked up at the secretary, and smiled sweetly: "I don't like this store."

The secretary replied, "I see, ma'am."

Christine got up and left calmly. She was smiling, her eyes were bright, she looked beautiful and elegant, and one couldn't help but wonder, as if the trembling anger before was an illusion.

"Inform Winston that I'm going to their Christmas party."

"Okay, ma'am."

The rose garden of the church welcomed many strange and curious guests today.

"It's the first time I know that the church has such a large garden!"

"It's already December, does the flowering period of roses take so long?"

"Can we really use these flowers as props?" The girl stretched out her hand cautiously, stroking the soft rose petals: "They are so beautiful, I always feel a little pity."

December has come to the cold season, and withered leaves can be seen everywhere, but the garden in front of me seems not to be affected by the season at all. When the autumn wind blows, the flowers and branches are swaying, as gorgeous as a magnificent ocean.

Colin: "Of course. After all, Ludwig personally agreed to something, and he will not go back on his word."

As Christmas approached, the drama rehearsal came to an end, but they encountered a little difficulty when preparing stage props.

The girls think that only real flowers are worthy of the beautiful princess, but in this season, they need too many flowers, and the price of real flowers is obviously beyond the budget range.

But using artificial flowers instead, I always feel that it is not perfect, just like a beautiful oil painting, but there is no paint in the final stage, leaving only a regrettable blank.

When they were in a dilemma, Ludwig told them that he could solve this problem for them.

"There is a garden in the Church of Mary, you can go there to get the number of flowers you need." Ludwig turned his eyes slightly, and saw Chu Ci lazily grabbing the petals of a fake flower, his tone was more gentle : "In my name, no one will stop you."

With his words, the group of people no longer struggled, and immediately rushed to the Church of Mary.

Thinking of the way Ludwig looked at his lover, the girl suddenly added: "If you want to choose something that looks good, pick more."

If she felt right, Ludwig probably felt that the fake flowers were not good enough for his lover, so he let them pick the flowers.

That way, they don't have to pick bad flowers for fear of ruining the garden.

Without the noisy group of people, the auditorium was even more empty.

The yellowed walls are full of ancient myths and legends, the colorful glass windows cast a flowing reflection on the floor, and the rows of wooden seats are wiped clean, waiting for the grand party in the near future.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood," Chu Ci sat next to Ludwig, and asked with a smile, "Who made you unhappy again?"

Ludwig looked at him, suddenly stretched out his arms, hugged him into his arms, raised his head and bit his chin: "It's you."

Chu Ci felt a little innocent: "What's wrong with me?"

"You're so pretty." Ludwig kissed down, and the soft hair brushed against Chu Ci's skin, giving him the illusion of being thrown down by a cat and acting like a spoiled child.

"It's not my fault that I look good."

Chu Ci pushed away the rascal cat.

Ludwig replied in a low voice: "It's my fault."

Beauty is never innocent.

The sinner is the prisoner of delusion, surrender to beauty, and desire to destroy beauty.

At Christmas, the city is decorated in a bright appearance of fiery trees and silver flowers. Gorgeous lights gather from all directions to the center of the city. On the top of the tallest building in the city, the blooming fireworks illuminate the deep night, and then slowly fall, one after another, continuously .

In Winston University, the students had already been excited by some news.

"Is Chu Ci really going to play Sleeping Beauty? Really? Really?"

"He plays Sleeping Beauty, who plays the prince?"

"It must be Ludwig."

"No——! I usually suffer because of their relationship! I don't want to watch a stage play, but I want to see their love! I can't stand it!"

"Then don't look at it."

"No—! I will go crazy if I don't see Chuci!"

"..."

It didn't take long for the empty auditorium to be filled with people because of the news. At the moment when everyone was fighting for a seat in the front row, a row of solemnly dressed people walked in, and in the middle of them was Christine.

As soon as this beautiful lady appeared on the stage, the noisy crowd died down instantly.

Christine took off her large sunglasses and smiled slightly at the stunned boys: "Give me this seat, is that okay?"

The boys stepped back again and again: "Yes!"

After they snatched the seats and sat down, the lights in the auditorium were dimmed, and the party officially started.

Under Sleeping Beauty's reputation, the previous episodes were so boring that people couldn't arouse their interest in watching them. After finally waiting for Sleeping Beauty to appear, the dejected people shook their spirits and straightened up.

Christine was not surprised by the suddenly enthusiastic atmosphere around her. She almost fell under Chu Ci's beauty, let alone these vulgar humans.

Gentle music sounds, and the story begins.

The richly dressed king and queen strolled down the steps with the baby in their arms, proudly announcing at the banquet that he was holding his hard-won daughter.

At the end of the banquet, twelve witches sent the most sincere blessings to the little princess, wishing her beauty, kindness, wealth and all the good qualities in the world.

The happy atmosphere was broken by the evil witch, who stepped forward and cursed the princess with the shrillest voice that she would die because of the spindle.

At this time, the witch, who had not yet had time to offer her blessing, stepped forward and said to the frightened king and queen that the princess would not die, but would only sleep for 100 years.

When the banquet was over, the king issued an order to collect all the spindles in the kingdom and then destroy them so as not to hurt the princess.

The soldiers were ordered to leave, and the king and queen left with the baby in their arms.

The crimson curtain closed for a moment, and the audience held their breath involuntarily, waiting for Her Royal Highness to appear on the stage.

When they pulled it apart again, everyone felt their heartbeat suddenly quicken.

The long skirt was winding on the ground, and the long black hair was scattered on the shoulders. Her Royal Highness, with a pure expression, pushed open one door after another and broke into the ancient attic.

The air involuntarily became hot and dry, and the sound of breathing became heavier and heavier.

Possessing such a heart-pounding beauty, she deserves to be called Her Royal Highness the Princess who is unparalleled in the world.

"Hello," the princess was a little surprised when she saw an old woman in the attic, and said hello politely: "What are you doing?"

The old woman took a deep look at her and said with a weird smile, "Spinning yarn."

"What is spinning?"

The princess tilted her head and stretched out her hand curiously. As soon as she touched the spindle, she fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

All the creatures in the palace fell into a deep sleep with the princess. The vines climbed up the wall, and the rose branches surrounded the princess. These flower branches seemed to have self-consciousness, and they kept wrapping around her body, lifting her from the cold ground.

The petals fell, and one fell on the princess's lips, like a key.

A hundred years later, His Royal Highness followed the legend and came to the deserted kingdom.

He walked into the palace, and the vines that had entangled countless people to death were as cute as pets in front of him, and they would automatically separate when he passed by.

The prince paused slightly when he saw the sleeping princess.

The sounds and breaths from around were like sharp and cold needles, piercing into his blood.

I hate, I really hate this group of people coveting his Chu Ci.

The vampire's possessiveness does not allow him to put his treasures in front of others.

Ludwig slowly walked in front of Chu Ci, blocking the sight of others staring at him.

He leaned over, and amidst the sudden screams from the audience, kissed Chu Ci's soft lips forcefully.

[He loses control. ]

Chu Ci opened his eyes, his dark pupils seemed like a silent night.

He opened his mouth obediently, and the moment a soft object broke in, the tip of his tongue grazed heavily against the vampire's canines.

The sweet breath of blood spread instantly.

The vampire who tasted the blood paused for a second.

This is what he has longed for for a long time, thinking of Chu Ci's blood that even pains the marrow.

The moment the blood slid down his throat and into his body, he seemed to hear the sound of the chain breaking.

That was the sound of the beast he had suppressed deepest in his heart, breaking through the cage of darkness and seeing the light of day again.

The vampire closed his eyes, and the out-of-control power scattered around, breaking all the lights in the auditorium in an instant.

The sudden darkness made everyone quarrel uncomfortably.

"what happened?!"

"Did the power go out?"

"I heard the sound of something breaking!"

[Your blood can awaken the instinctive desire of vampires. ] The system said: [Remember what I said? ]

The extreme desire to control and possess is the instinct of vampires.

Chu Ci didn't answer it.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the vampire in front of him with pity.

Beautiful, powerful, dark.

The rose branches bound his ankles, Chu Ci didn't bother to get up, but just stretched out his hand, as usual, resting on the vampire's cold jaw.

"What's the matter with you?" His tone was infinitely gentle and intimate, as if coming from the abyss, a bewitching Fallen Angel: "Do you want me?"

The author has something to say:

Ahhhhh so cool!Mary Sue's happiness is truly unparalleled!