Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 261

Zi Mo leaned down, and I lay down on top of him, making funny faces at the transvestite with a smug look.

The transvestite, enraged, pulled me down: "Get down!"

I hugged Zimo tightly: "No way."

"Get down! There are so many people watching!"

"Go ahead and look, I'm a zoo, everyone loves to look."

"Zi Mo, put him down."

"never mind."

"No way, I'm going to teach him a lesson today!"

“Su Gu…”

The transvestite wouldn't budge; he pulled me from behind, while Zimo protected me, leaving me sandwiched in the middle. The three of us grown men were putting on a monkey show in public.

The crowd slowly gathered:

"Isn't this Young Master Su?"

"Yes, what happened?"

"I don't know, I feel like I'm arguing with the Eleventh Prince."

"The Eleventh Young Master?"

"It was a message sent to the Prime Minister and the Emperor..."

"Shh—the young man who sang that day."

"Oh, I've heard he's very talented."

“Those who serve the Prime Minister are all talented.”

What are they doing?

"It's like a tug-of-war."

"The pastimes of the nobility are really strange?"

"kindness."

"right."……

"Big brother? What are you doing here?" The surprised voice, like a long lullaby, echoed in the noisy sky.

I looked up curiously and stared in astonishment at the graceful figure in the crowd. Her eyes sparkled, and an aura of carefree joy enveloped the crowd. Her brows were furrowed in silent elegance, her emotions both intense and refreshing. What a beautiful painting, what an intoxicating poem.

The crowd fell silent, watching her in quiet. I stopped struggling and unconsciously walked closer to her, wanting to touch her...

The transvestite immediately pushed me aside and protected her: "Shen Ziyi! Don't do anything rash!"

Zi Mo nervously grabbed me.

I could only watch longingly as the beautiful woman remained unapproachable.

"Big brother, what are you doing..." She looked at me, and I immediately stopped bending over and stood on my tiptoes. She covered her mouth and chuckled at my action, her laughter soothing and comforting.

I quickly straightened my clothes and greeted the beauty with a gentlemanly bow: "Hello, Miss Su."

"Greetings, Young Master Shen." She bowed slightly, her head lowered at a 35-degree angle, retaining the unique reserve of a nobleman. With her simple movements, the shimmering clouds in her colorful dress reflected rays of light, dazzling my eyes and the eyes of everyone present.

Rich people in the US wear limited edition clothes.

I stared at her blankly, just laughing. She possessed the pure beauty of a woman, unlike a transvestite who had lost her gender, or the frightening beauty of Greenie. Her beauty was comforting, noble, and breathtaking.

The way she looked at me wasn't appraising, inquiring, or surprising. I didn't know if she'd seen too many handsome men or if she'd never heard of me before.

Her reaction was so natural that it made me look ridiculous.

Zimo helped me wipe my drool.

The transvestite asked, "Chu person, why are you out here?"

Chu Ren, what a nice name! It sounds better than Yao Ren. From now on, I'll call the demon "Yao Ren".

The Chu people seemed very afraid of the sorcerer. When the sorcerer asked a question, the Chu people became less angry: "Little sister accompanied mother out for a walk, and unexpectedly we met elder brother."

"Go back quickly if there's nothing else, don't miss tomorrow's auspicious time."

"I know I was wrong." Her sorrow deepened; even the most talented men in the world might not be able to win a smile from her. "I take my leave."

I stared blankly as she turned away; in the vast sea of people, she became a scene I lingered over...

I immediately tried to ingratiate myself with the demon: "Yao Yao, that person is..."

"It's none of your business."

"I will cherish and love this girl dearly."

"Shut up."

“I…” want her to be my maid.

Stop looking hesitant.