St. Peter Street Opera House.

The huge opera house was empty, with only two of them.

A person in charge introduced: "Puccini's Turandot and Madame Butterfly are of Oriental themes, very classic. There is also Tusca, which describes love, and the classic song is bright in starry sky; Bohemians, which are classic songs with cold hands; Mozart's magic flute is also good...but most of them are German versions. There are also jesters, Rossini..."

"Which one do you want to see?" Sikongzawano asked.

Bai Yunshang didn't understand these things and said casually: "Then let's have Madam Butterfly."

"Okay, this is to prepare." The person in charge agreed and went down.

But how long will the big stage light up, the scenes are arranged, and the actors are in place one by one...

In the darkness, Sikong Zawano sat beside her, and the light on the stage radiated, shining on his heroic nose bridge and perfect side lines.

Bai Yunshang had no intention of watching opera, staring at his fingers, feeling a little thoughtful.

"You have something to worry about."

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Speak it up, maybe I can help you."

Bai Yunshang smiled coldly: "My biggest concern is how to escape from the clutches of the devil as soon as possible."

"Why not think about the better? Maybe the devil can use it for you," Sikongzawano said with a deep meaning, "."

Bai Yunshang was silent for a moment: "Are you rich?"

“No doubt.”

"Why are there only two of us?"

"I don't like crowded places." He looked at her, "and even less like others sharing my happiness."

"Then when will you get tired of my fun?"

"Waiting for your heart to prepare for me..."

"I can't fall in love with you." She said bluntly, "Take me to dinner, show off, and give me some small gifts every day. Do you think I'll be moved? I'm different from other women." It's not just an apple that can be cheated away.

Sikong Zawano admired her different style.

Bai Yunshang turned her head, looked at him with bright eyes for a while, and suddenly reached out to hold his tie, leaned into his open lace, and stroked the fluff on his chest—

Sikong Zawano's eyes suddenly changed.

“Very soft.”

She teased and said, "The charming style."

He stepped over and sat on his lap, breathed with him to the extreme, rubbing his nose with his nose.

She is like a boneless snake, soft, cold, and becomes denser as it gets.

He tore his shirt apart, the buttons broke, and circled his strong and wild chest, sucking.

The kiss fell on his skin, and the red lips opened a little, making it even more beautiful and enchanting.

This is a woman that no man can refuse.

The air is undergoing qualitative changes.

However, Sikongzawano's face was calm, as if he was not tempted by her at all, and he would see interestingly what else she would do.
Chapter completed!