One King, Two Young Masters, His Royal Highnesses

The curtains were blown by the breeze, drawing a faint arc in mid-air, and the slightly opened glass doors of the floor-to-ceiling windows were reflected by the sunlight, giving a faint halo to the beautiful boy beside the veil, and the golden hair looked extraordinarily beautiful. Dazzling, the glass-colored eyes glowed with a unique pearl-colored light, and the handsome profile was extremely perfect.

The casual purple plaid shirt perfectly set off the handsome young man's flamboyant and uninhibited appearance. His thin lips were slightly raised, and his fair fingers stroked the slightly dyed bangs on his forehead. He never knew that a woman's sleeping face would be so beautiful. His heart sank little by little, and he really hoped that time would freeze like this forever.

There is only him and her in this room, there will be no one else.

However, time will only pass by slowly, he has no way to stay at this moment forever, but he is willing to watch her so quietly all the time, even if he sees her being old forever.

The lightly dyed eyelashes moved, and slowly opened the eyes, and what was reflected was an extremely handsome and familiar face, a little surprised, a little pleasantly surprised: "Qiu Liluo?"

"Well."

It seemed that Qiu Liluo was not as happy as he imagined, but instead calmly uttered two words. ;

"here is..."

Saying that, Qian Weiran was about to sit up, looked around, her pupils suddenly locked, and exclaimed: "Heaven———you're dead!!"

"..."

Qiu Liluo frowned immediately, a row of black lines suddenly crossed his forehead, and he felt a thunderstorm silently falling above his head.

"No—I'm dead too——how did I die—"

Qian Weiran's head was hot for a while, and he couldn't tell whether such a luxurious room was real, because the design of this room was that kind of milky white, with feather pattern design, and the lines outlined were all pure silver lines, naturally it was a bit like that. It's a dream of heaven, but it doesn't make people think that they are dead!

"You can't say something nice."

Qiu Liluo's fingers curled up, and she tapped on Qian Weiran's forehead without any pity. Only then did Qian Weiran realize that this was not heaven at all.

"By the way, I remembered, this is your home, right!!"

Qian Weiran immediately lifted the quilt, knelt on the bed, blinked her eyes, and didn't care at all about the guy's knock on her just now.

"if not..."

I am completely speechless to Qian Weiran, can she not be so cute and silly! !

"Isn't that the chairman of the board wanting to see me? How did it become you? Don't tell me, you are the chairman of the board."

Qian Weiran looked at Qiu Liluo suspiciously, this guy is indeed a rich man, he looks good in everything he wears, this plaid shirt is her favorite, she once imagined that the boyfriend she finds in the future must like to wear plaid shirts , because he is handsome.

Compared with the purple plaid shirt, Qian Weiran prefers the blue plaid shirt, the purple is dark and evil, and the blue symbolizes that the sun will take care of people, handsome and incomparably awesome.

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