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Fu Chen was in the arms of the man behind her. The manâs slender hand turned her over, and his fingers were clasping the back of her head.
He held her in his arms.
Fu Shangâs face was buried in the manâs broad and slightly cold chest. She could smell the clean and clear scent of pine snow on the other party. It was very familiar.
Fu minâs heart skipped a beat.
Was it him?
.. It should be.
Other than him, no one else could give her such a sense of security.
Fu min retracted his hand and the mist in his palm slowly dissipated. The world that had fallen apart returned to its original state and the twisted space returned to normal.
âMaster, youâre shocked.â
The manâs low magnetic and pleasant voice sounded like the sound of a harp. It was elegant, but also a little unnatural.
Fu Shang was confused.
M-master?
What kind of embarrassing title was that?
What weird things did Jun Heng do this time?
The young girlâs thin body stiffened, and the smile on her face gradually faded.
Seeing that someone had come to ruin things.
The two drunk men were furious and cursed, â âWhere did this little brat come from? busybodies, how dare you ruin our business? Youâre simply tired of living!â
Letâs go, man. Let him see what happens to those who mess with us.
Fu Shangâs head twitched but was stopped by the manâs long fingers. The man comforted him softly, â master, donât worry. Cyril will take care of everything.
Fu Shang, whose head was in the manâs arms, said,
The man wrapped one arm around Fu minâs waist and extended his other hand. His long, Jade-like fingers pointed in the direction of the two people opposite him.
There was a dazzling white light.
The two of them exploded like fireworks, not even having the time to let out a cry.
Unfortunately, Fu min didnât see any of this.
Of course, if she could see it, she would definitely recognize itâ¦
Wasnât this the same as in the Western fantasy novels she had read before ⦠Magic?
Mages?
âAlright, itâs fine now.â
The man let go of Fu Shangâs head and said in a low and gentle voice.
Fu Shang took a step back and saw the face of the person in front of her.
A man with blonde hair and blue eyes.
He had a head of golden hair that was as dazzling as the sun. His hair was combed back, revealing his fair forehead. His nose was high and straight, and his lips were as delicate as flower petals, with a light pink color.
Of course, the manâs most beautiful feature was his deep blue eyes. They were as cold as glass, but the way he looked at Fu min was full of gentleness and comfort.
This man was a typical young noble from the Middle Ages.
He was gentlemanly, elegant, and had a charming melancholy.
His handsomeness was like the snow on the other side of the mountain.
The elegant gentleman held the girlâs hand.
He bent down.
His petal-like thin lips landed on the back of her hand, and he gave it a very, very light kiss.
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Fu minâs heart skipped a beat.
She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but her hand was held by cylaire, and she couldnât pull it out.
The manâs Blue eyes flashed with confusion.
He didnât seem to understand why Fu min would avoid a simple kiss on the hand.
âMaster, whatâs wrong?â
Fu Shang was speechless.
She really wanted to say, âdonât call me master.
However, he did not receive any memories.
Fu min didnât know what to say, so he just shook his head to show that he was fine.
Cylaire did not continue asking.