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"Heika?"

He opened the door and walked out, but there was no figure in the room.

The light was dimmed, and someone had drawn the curtains. He felt a little uncomfortable, so he walked over and opened them——

"Oh my God!" Yoran took a step back and exclaimed.

Heika sat on the window sill and made a grimace. The dark blue slit skirt didn't feel out of place on him. Coupled with his exquisite and handsome facial features, he looked like a noble girl.

"Scared me, I thought it was Dorothy." Yoran pretended to cough, "Are you going to wear this to the ball?"

Haika raised his eyebrows, his smiling face was like a peach blossom, "This is the one! Isn't it beautiful?"

"It's not good-looking..." Yolan couldn't look at him directly at this time, the dress was both shoulderless and backless, and Haika's skin was exposed to the air like this, smooth and tender, and exuding the fragrance of grass and trees , making him blush and heartbeat.

"Really?" Heika jumped down from the window sill and swayed in front of him, "What's not good? What's not good? Tell me!"

Yolan turned his head away, couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Don't shake it, I'm going to be fainted by you."

"I think it looks pretty good." Heika circled around him and gave a thumbs up in satisfaction.

Half an hour later, the gang of three set off on their bicycles on time.

Along the way, they attracted the attention of many people, among which Haika's return rate was [-]%.

"Dorothy! That friend of mine is going to the ball today, too, he said, and the girl is going too. He asked me to ask you what you should do?"

"Of course I invite her to dance with me."

"What if I get rejected?"

"You are stupid, go early, wait by her side, and then be the first to invite her to dance together, or it will be over."

Heika and Dorothy were riding bicycles and whispering in front of them.

"What are you discussing again?" Yolan followed, and they separated.

Dorothy and the two waved their hands and smiled back, "This is a secret."

Yolan frowned. Could it be that he was talking about love again?

Yolan rode his bicycle up and side by side with the two of them, and drove towards the boulevard.

"By the way, why didn't you see Philip, wasn't he still at your house this morning?" Dorothy suddenly remembered and asked.

"He's going home at noon, and I'll see you at the dance later." Yolan took the conversation lightly, and as he got closer to the town, he greeted Yuri who was carrying fish by the street.

In the Cactus Town Theater, the colorful night lights are flickering at the door, the dance has just begun, and people are still entering one after another.

The three of them straightened their clothes and walked into the ball together.

"Wow!"

All eyes were on the entrance. Dorothy wore a light green dress, which was elegant and moving. Yolan’s shirt was even more enviable. It was the latest custom-made model by Mrs. O’Neill. Tonight, he is as handsome as jade and has infinite charm. .

"Where's Haika?" A girl in the crowd asked in confusion, "Why didn't you see Haika?"

"That's right!" Another girl yelled, "The girl next to her is also very pretty, who is it?"

Heika smiled and said nothing when he heard the words, while Dorothy and Yolan suppressed their laughter and continued to walk inside.