The papal robe standing at the door was clean and white, but suddenly it was very different. In the past, the pure, elegant and calm feeling makes people feel relieved. It is low and depressed, not to mention hearing fedry''s struggling voice behind the girl.

    He could not see Federer. Under his sight, the girl''s body just blocked Federer''s face. He could only vaguely distinguish the man from Federer from the clothes hanging from both sides.

    The pure and clear eyes are strangely flashing scarlet color at the moment, just like crumpled Ruby particles mixed with fine flash in pure gemstones. The beautiful eyes were heavy, with a touch of low anger.

    Ice cold, he stood there, watching the girl turn her head in surprise. Facing each other''s four eyes, she was stunned at the cold shallow eyes under the Pope''s crown.

    How do you feel a little angry under the crown?

    Why are you angry?

    Shen Wanqing''s hand filling wangzi''s milk also paused unconsciously. She didn''t notice that the Milky wangzi''s milk flowed out along the mouth of the cup.

    Because of Federer''s resistance, wangzi''s milk didn''t all flow into Federer''s mouth, and most of it flowed out along the corner of his mouth.

    The struggling voice made Shen Wanqing subconsciously look down.

    She took a quick cold breath.

    City, really fun.

    Bah, it''s like she''s playing.

    Federer''s clothes have long been messy, his hair is messy, and his cheeks are slightly drunk red. He already looks like a tortured young man. Now

    Cough.

    The corners of the mouth are flowing with traces of suspected milky white, which makes people feel imaginative.

    But Federer was still talking unconsciously——

    "No more, no more, no more... No more..."

    If you change Shen Wanqing into a man and squat in front of her according to Federico, you can''t make people think you''re doing something.

    Suddenly, Shen Wanqing was embarrassed.

    The cup in his hand was like a hot potato, so Shen Wanqing quickly put it aside.

    She glanced carefully at the cold silent Pope''s crown at the door. She came over and quietly reached out to hook each other''s snow-white fingertips.

    The Pope''s cold long eyelashes under the crown swept over the girl''s hand without any emotion, and looked away without waves and waves.

    Shen Wanqing didn''t care about anything else. She hooked each other''s cold fingertips and pulled him aside.

    The girl with silver hair and soft eyes stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "wait under the crown. I''ll call Werner to come and take fedry away."

    “……”

    The Pope was silent under the crown, his shallow eyes were still plain, his face was cold, but he secretly released his hand.

    The girl turned and went out, leaving only the man under the Pope''s crown and... Squatting in the corner.

    Krister turned his face slightly, his snow-white robe hung gently, his shoulder tassels shook, snow-white and holy. But corester''s expression was not so gentle. Instead, it was cold and depressed. You can see that he was extremely unhappy at the moment.

    The Pope has never felt so unhappy under the crown. The low air pressure makes him very upset.

    The man in the corner is so eye-catching.

    I want to lose it.

    The fingertips under the snow-white sleeves rubbed slightly, looking at fedry in the corner of the wall, his shallow eyes narrowed slightly, the faint light slipped through, and the coolness was thin, like painting the color of the night.

    He was thinking and suddenly walked over.