She was panicked, and she asked, but she didn't dare to take her eyes off the veil and turn to look at him, because she thought that Lan Ying had said that she would not be able to meet the fairy face without the permission of the flower god, otherwise she would be regarded as rude and offend the god.

She can't say that she has full faith in those sayings of gods and ghosts, but she always has a little awe, which is not a bad thing.

But she couldn't get any response. After a moment of silence, she timidly asked again: "Are you a flower god?"

The man behind him was slightly stunned and wandered forward to see her appearance.

"Don't move!" She noticed that he had moved, hurriedly stopped him, and forced him to explain calmly, "I am Youmeng, the owner of this mansion, and I have no intention of offending you."

The moment she recited her identity, the people behind her suddenly opened their eyes wide, which was an unexpected surprise.

He leaned down to her side neck, and he was bound to breathe. He sprinkled warm breath on her delicate skin. Youmeng could feel that he was very close to him, and he could almost hear his gentle breathing in his ears.

"It smells so good..."

Because she was blindfolded, Youmeng's sense of smell and touch became very sensitive. She had never smelled this fragrance. It was not like the rouge powder used by mortals, but more like it was born from mountains, valleys, the vast sea of ​​heaven and earth... The fragrance that transcends the world and is clear and elegant made her more convinced that it was the smell of the immortal.

She instinctively turned the back slightly, and the two of them leaned closer together. The lips separated by a line seemed to be trying to touch them. She asked for advice devoutly: "Can I... see what you look like?"

As he said that, Youmeng raised his right hand and trembled and looked back. Little by little, the man was stunned and let her touch his hand on his side. His eyes were always quietly falling on her face, and he saw a piece of pink and white apricot petals condensed by her lips, fresh and pure, and really cute.

Youmeng's attention is all on her hands at this moment, and her fingertips are a warm and cool touch. The feeling is indescribable. There is a kind of unfamiliar familiarity, like experiencing a moment of chaos in time and space, as if she is in the dark night. Under the deep alley and high walls, she was surrounded by a charming man in her arms. He covered her eyes with a mask and gently stroked the tears on her cheeks. She also reached out to touch his face in a daze...

For her, who is extremely sensitive, it seems that touch can leave deep memories on her fingertips through her skin. That scene actually came to her mind in a terrible way.

In her mind, and also in his mind, there was a sense of harmony.

He slipped down his back and saw her hand fumble upwards along his cheek, as if she was touching her heart while feeling it carefully, verifying a certain conjecture until she reached the top of her hair. Based on her height estimate, she was at least half confident.

"Are you really a man?"

She suddenly felt panic and reached out to pick the white veil from her eyes. He seemed to sense something, and he suddenly tried to pull away nervously.

"Don't leave!"

Youmeng pulled the hairband hanging from his bun, which was hanging with the black hair, but failed to stop him from letting go of himself suddenly, and then quickly escaped into the depths of the apricot blossoms.

Youmeng took off her eyes and turned around in a hurry, but could only capture a passing white shadow, which disappeared in the blink of an eye under the shadow of flowers and fog.

"Stop!…hello…”

Youmeng stood at a loss in panic, looking down at the headband in her palm, which was pulled off from his head when the man ran away just now.

She chased the white shadow without thinking, desperately trying to see his appearance, but she didn't expect that after bowing through an apricot blossom, she raised her head and ran into someone's heart.

She took two steps back in a daze and saw clearly the person in front of her: "It's you?"

The man was also a little surprised when he saw her, but was not panicked. Instead, he smiled and bowed respectfully to her: "Please pay tribute to the princess."

Youmeng looked at him with a hint of suspicion and saw that he was wearing a long white nightgown, as if he had just gotten up and had not yet been trimmed, and his long hair was dispersed casually. She even deliberately looked at the back of his head and glanced at him, but she did not see anything with hair tied up.
Chapter completed!