Mischievous Love: Don't Mess With Your Royal Highness

Chapter 8

He was slightly startled, and said helplessly:

"Okay, hurry up, I'll wait for you outside the museum."

Qiao Yu turned around and made a victory gesture in front of her chest,
He escaped happily from the back door of the library.

When she came to the grove behind the library, she suddenly heard a beautiful flute sound coming from the depths of the grove.

The sound of the flute was light and smooth, gorgeous and beautiful, which made her follow the sound involuntarily.

Xi Zhonghui was waiting outside the library, and many girls passing by secretly glanced at him and whispered excitedly.

"Wow, what a handsome boy!"

"Is he the prince of music, Xi Zhonghui?"

"It seems to be!"

"Would you like to go over and talk to him?"

……

Seeing Xi Zhonghui, he showed his invincible signature smiling face to the girls,
The girls suddenly blushed and lowered their heads.

After a while, another group of girls flashed by,

Xi Zhonghui rubbed her face at this moment, if Qiao Yu... didn't come out, his face would freeze with laughter.

There was a sudden rattling in his heart, with a bad premonition.

No way?
this girl,
Could it be... let me dove? !

"Student, is there a tall, thin girl with long hair in a white skirt?"

Xi Zhonghui asked a short-haired girl who just walked out of the library.

The short-haired girl glanced up, her eyes lit up, and she shouted excitedly:

"You are the prince of music, Xi Zhonghui, right?"

Xi Zhonghui put on her trademark smile again and said:

"Yes, please answer my question first?"

The short-haired girl drooped her eyes for a while, then shook her head and said:
"There is no girl you mentioned, there are only a few boys in it."

His smile froze,
really……

I was released as a pigeon!
"Xi Zhonghui, can I ask you a few questions?
What colour do you like?What kind of food do you like?What kind of sports do you like?
And what brand of socks do you usually wear? ..."

The girl with short hair didn't give Xi Zhonghui any more room to think, her words bombarded Xi Zhonghui like a bomber.

Xi Zhonghui rubbed her aching head, glanced at the excited girl, and suddenly a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)