Dress as a princess to be a group pet

Chapter 1180 Youlan Yuecang 4
Yue Shilan turned her head to look at her, and said in a deep voice, "Young master, the subordinates are waiting for you outside, you go in, the patriarch has been waiting for you for a long time."

As soon as Yue Shilan finished speaking, she heard a nice male voice, "Great elder, but the young master is here?"

this voice. .Wan Wan froze in place for an instant, a look of surprise appeared on her pretty little face.

this voice. .So familiar. .It seems to have heard the same there!

suddenly. .Her complexion changed, and Shui Lingling's big eyes widened.

this voice. .Isn't it the voice of the man in white in her dream?
That dream that has haunted her since she was a child, the voice of that stunningly handsome man standing beside Lian'er. .It was exactly the same as the man's voice I heard now.

"Yes, patriarch, the young master is here."

"Well, let her in then."

Yue Shilan turned her head and saw Wanwan standing there in a daze, her face full of astonishment, she said softly, "Young master, please go in."

Wan Wan still stood there motionless.

Yue Shilan couldn't help raising her voice, "Young Master..."

Wanwan came back to his senses all of a sudden, turned his head to look at Shangyue Shilan with some doubts in his eyes, "Oh...ok...the Great Elder is waiting for me outside."

After finishing speaking, Wanwan hugged Linger and opened the bead curtain, and walked in.

As soon as he walked in, Wanwan saw a man wearing a mask sitting on a wooden chair, holding a book in his hand, and wearing a crescent white robe.

There are many patterns embroidered with silver thread on the robe, which looks very beautiful.

The masked man has particularly nice silver hair. His hair is pouring down on his chest. Although it looks a little messy, it has a unique style.

His skin is as creamy and white, and the fingers holding the scroll are slender, fair, with well-defined joints, and they are more beautiful than many women's hands.

Incense was burning in the room, and it was the aroma of orchids. The light smoke from the incense permeated the air, facing Wanwan side by side, and his face was surprisingly beautiful when viewed from the side.

Ling'er jumped out of Wanwan's arms and flew into the arms of the masked man.

(End of this chapter)