through the ancient times

Yang Jun was annoyed by Feng Lei's staring, so he snatched his colleague's business trip and boarded the plane overnight, and blacklisted the other party's phone number, thinking that if he disappeared for ten and a half months, the other party's enthusiasm would cool down... right?

Strange city, strange crowd, strange environment, idle and boring night. Yang Jun inadvertently broke into a masquerade ball in a club.All the balls in high-end clubs need invitations. I don't want the other party's enchanting manager to put on a 'Prince' crystal mask and push Yang Jun into the ball without hesitation when he sees Yang Jun's clean and handsome face.

The sexy and glamorous female manager in a fiery red evening dress, with fiery red lips and beautiful eyes, flirtatiously winked, and a hand with crimson nails caressed Yang Jun's waist. "Have a nice evening, my prince!"

Yang Jun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.Fortunately, the club invites all high-quality elites. There is no heavy metal music that dances with demons, but elegant light music. People in Chinese costumes and masks talk softly together, and the atmosphere is extremely comfortable.

Yang Jun, who was unfamiliar with this place and everyone in this place, silently took his favorite fruits and champagne from the dining table and enjoyed them silently in the corner.It's just that he wants to eat silently and then walk silently, but others don't allow it.

Before the champagne had taken two sips, someone walked over with a glass of wine: "This kind of cocktail is the best pairing for fruit."

Yang Jun raised his eyes, with a piece of apple stuffed in his mouth, the clear and bright eyes behind the mask of the Crystal Prince were even more beautiful than the crystals on the mask. Talking is also simpler than that of young children.

"Thank you, I don't drink cocktails." The clear eyes narrowed, looking at the brilliance just now, it was already an adult's caution and reserve.

The visitor stretched out his hand apologetically, "Sorry, if I bothered you, then I apologize." The handsome man's mouth, which was exposed outside the mask, curled just right, and his relaxed tone made it hard to be annoying.

Yang Jun was speechless.

Uninvited to sit next to him, staring at Yang Jun's face and turning around: "Excuse me for being rude, you are not a member of this club, are you? I know almost all the members of this club, let me guess, You were pulled in by the Queen of Beauty?"

"Queen of Beauty?"

"The beauty manager of this club, a very sexy and glamorous one, calls herself Medusa, and loves soft tofu from beautiful men, especially someone like you who looks clean and not deeply in the world."

Yang Jun raised his forehead: "Are you praising me? But why am I not happy at all?"

The man smiled heartily: "Haha, the conscience of heaven and earth, I'm telling the truth." After laughing, the tone changed: "Xiao Jinsong."

"Yang Jun."

The communication between men is as simple as that, you can become friends after shaking hands and smiling heartily.

Xiao Jinsong helped down the crystal mask of the prince's title, and jokingly smiled at Yang Jun: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, the beauty queen is not a kind person, be careful that she digs holes for you to jump in."

Yang Jun froze: "Then is there still time for me to leave?"

"I'm afraid, it should be, maybe it's too late." The chin was lightened, and the sexy and beautiful manager had already come to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun's scalp was numb, and he wanted to leave before he was dragged into the middle of the dance floor by the beauty manager.

"My dear prince, please choose someone to dance the first dance tonight."

Yang Jun: "...Sorry, I can't dance."

As the saying goes, if you don't die, you won't die. Yang Jun, who can dance, said he can't dance because he wants to escape, and he hits the trap of the beauty manager.

"My dear prince, you can't dance, so let's find someone to take your prince to dance! Do you agree?"

The booing of the crowd made Yang Jun unable to refuse, and the beauty manager didn't think it was too lively, so he took black silk and took off Yang Jun's crystal mask and tied his eyes. "Your Highness, don't panic, you just need to jump with the other party with your eyes tied."

Yang Jun, who was forced into the center of the dance floor and had his eyes tied, looked like a lamb strayed into a pack of wolves. The slender waist pinched out by the tailor-made casual suit, the skin exposed by the collar of the shirt, and the looming collarbone and Yang Jun's clear and handsome face, the out-and-out oriental handsome man's appearance, made people blush and heartbeat.

Countless beauties who thought they were beautiful came forward to invite them to dance, and there were many men who thought they had extraordinary dancing skills. Xiao Jinsong also tried, but they were all rejected by the beauty manager on the grounds of lack of etiquette.Only one person came from nowhere.

The tall figure approached from far away, with a strong body that could not be concealed by dark suits, a black silk scarf tied around the collar of the shirt, and a 'king' crystal mask above the perfect lip shape of the resolute chin.Wearing a mask may be able to hide a person's face, but it is only limited to the face, but the breath and momentum cannot be covered by a mask, especially the extraordinary, mysterious, innate dignity and long-term residence of the visitor. A strong breath can only be formed at a high position.

There can be countless princes, princesses, princes and dukes in a masquerade ball, but there can only be one king, and the visitor tells everyone with his own aura that he is the unique and most honorable king here!

Yang Jun couldn't see it, but judging by the aura around him, a very extraordinary person came.

"I……"

Before my words fell, my hand fell into the generous chest when I was pulled hard.Yang Jun's first reaction was a man, a very strong man, before he could get angry, he was embraced by someone at the waist and moved forward, with a strong masculine aura rushing towards his face.

Yang Jun's parents have been southerners for three generations. They were born with a small frame and pretended not to be a man, but being danced in the arms of a man who is also a man, and in front of the public in the hall, it feels awkward to think about it. "This gentleman, the club..."

The music sounded at the gesture of the man, with one iron arm around Yang Jun's slender waist, and the other hand holding Yang Jun's hand in a dancing pose, leading people to dance to the music involuntarily.

Yang Jun didn't know how to let go of his hands and feet in embarrassment. He put his hands on his chest, and stepped on other people's feet when his steps were messy.Anyway, tens of kilograms stepped on someone's foot, and Yang Jun felt pain for the other party.

The tempo of the music quickened, and Yang Jun, who was forced to dance but couldn't see, made a wrong foot and was about to fall, and the person who was about to fall fell into his arms around the iron arm around his waist.The closer contact between the two made Yang Jun startled.

The man chuckled, and said close to his ear, "Be careful."

The deep, magnetic voice sticks to the ear and says like magnets rubbing against each other, throbbing like goosebumps in my heart.To others, this voice sounds sexy and makes one's scalp tingle, but to Yang Jun, this voice is unfamiliar: "...Adi, I', eagerly wanting to take off the silk covering his eyes, but Men are not allowed." We have to follow the rules of the game. "The man put his eyes on Yang Jun's face, because he was so close, the man could see clearly the big lips and the fluff on his face. Although the eyes were blindfolded, he knew they were very beautiful eyes. Clear, transparent, almost comparable to crystal. But why did he call him 'Adi'? The man is sure he has never seen it