As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

A thin layer of sweat seeped out from the back of her slender white neck, and a rich scent of honey and gardenia wafted from her delicate and gorgeous red hair.

Roy had no choice but to step forward and support him.

He had just grasped Charlotte's arm when the girl quickly shook it off as if she had been burned.

"No need!" Charlotte glanced back and pulled her hand back stubbornly.

"You're drunk." Roy frowned.

"You, you think I'm drunk?" Charlotte smiled coldly, full of arrogance.

Her aura was quite good, but her cheeks were obviously flushed, her forehead was covered with sweat, and even her flat chest was slightly heaving, as if she was feeling extremely hot.

The air was filled with the fragrance of honey.

This looks like he's drunk, right?!

Roy tried to help him a second time, but was pushed away again.

"I'm not drunk!"

Charlotte said this and took a proud step forward, as if she wanted to prove something with her actions.

Then, under Roy's stunned gaze, he ran straight ahead, majestically, and slammed his face against the wall of the corridor!

"Meow meow!"

It looks so painful.

"Hey, are you okay?"

When I got closer, I saw Charlotte kneeling there, her little nose red from being bumped, her stern brows tightly furrowed, her eyes filled with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"Asshole! How dare you hurt me! Are you tired of living?!"

Charlotte immediately exploded with anger, and flames burst out of her body.

This murderous look was closer to Roy's impression of the arrogant, overbearing and unreasonable princess in "Rondo of Angels".

The problem is, the object of her anger is a wall...

"Forget it, forget it, don't bother with a wall!"

Before Charlotte could demolish the house, Roy grabbed the two delicate arms from behind and saved the wall.

"I've already said I'm not drunk..."

"Yes, yes, I'm not drunk, not drunk."

The girl grumbled in dissatisfaction, but under Roy's tough attitude, she did not struggle this time and finally obediently let Roy support her.

However, her steps were even more floating than before, and most of her delicate body, which exuded the fragrance of honey and gardenia, leaned towards Roy defenselessly.

Roy held the drunken girl in his arms and couldn't help but sigh.

It seemed that she could not attend today's banquet. How could a princess like her be seen in this state by outsiders?

Roy had no choice but to ask, "Where is your room? I'll take you back."

"No, I won't go back!" The girl was inexplicably stubborn.

Roy raised his voice, with a hint of reprimand in it: "How can you attend the banquet when you can't even stand?"

The girl was silent for a while, then she looked up, as if she had been wronged. Her eyes were blurry and her gaze was confused. Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum: "But... the sunset."

"Sunset?"

"We agreed to watch the sunset together." There was a strong pleading in the vague words.

They've already wasted too long.

"The sun has already set at this time..." Roy wanted to reason patiently, but seeing the girl's delicate and pitiful appearance, he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

"Let's go. Watch the sunset."

"Yeah." Charlotte responded weakly.

Roy supported Charlotte and secretly returned to the banquet hall. He held Charlotte tightly in his arms to prevent outsiders from seeing the drunken appearance of the princess.

Given Charlotte's personality, if someone were to see her in such an embarrassing state, she would probably go into shock on the spot.

Fortunately, Roy was supporting her, and apart from the shaky steps, no one could tell that something was wrong with Charlotte.

The two of them walked in a big circle along the outer edge of the crowd and finally came to a spacious balcony that was empty.

The sunset at Sunset Red Fort is a truly picturesque sight. Standing on the balcony, gazing out, it's as if you're watching the world sink into the twilight.

However, at this moment, the sun had already set, and the sky was filled with the dull, ubiquitous, pitch-black night.

Charlotte left Roy's room and walked to the handrail, staring blankly at the dark night and sighing bitterly.

"It seems that I can't see it anymore."

The evening breeze ruffled her hair. The girl turned around, and the arrogance on her face was gone. Only the deep and indissoluble sadness and fragility remained.

It was like a shaky candlelight that could fade away into the darkness at any moment.

"What...were you doing just now?"

Chapter 85 Falling into the Night

"What happened to that woman just now?"

Charlotte's words were so cold that a chill ran down the back of Roy's neck.

"I was walking on the road, and she suddenly came up to me and asked me to save her. She even jumped into my arms without saying a word! I don't know what happened!" Roy spread his hands innocently.

In broad daylight, how could this female hooligan just hit someone with a ball without saying anything? There's nothing I can do!

Even Roy himself thought this was ridiculous.

Sure enough, Charlotte raised her head slightly and snorted softly as if in a sneer, not believing it at all.

No matter how you look at it, that scene looks like he is molesting an innocent girl.

If he didn't handle it well, the trust and goodwill he had built up so far would be destroyed in an instant! Thinking of this, Roy became more and more uneasy.

But to Charlotte, it was a simple matter.

"Without saying anything, I'll get into your arms..." Charlotte narrowed her eyes slightly and extracted the key point with her dizzy little head.

Based on Charlotte's many years of experience in romance novels, that woman must be a green tea thief!

It's no wonder. Roy is a Griffin Knight with impeccable appearance and family background. It's understandable that he is popular among women.

However, that woman went too far. She wore such revealing clothes and took the initiative to get into Roy's arms!

The most infuriating thing is that Roy actually pushed her down and seemed to be quite moved!

Why? Why?

How could I be inferior to that green tea-stealing cat who came out of nowhere?!

The more Charlotte thought about it, the angrier she became, and the angrier she became, the more she thought about it. Under the influence of drunkenness, her anger increased.

The girl turned around, stared at Roy, and asked in a deep voice, "Is she pretty?"

"What?" Roy was stunned at first, not quite understanding why the question was asked, but relying on male survival instinct, he said, "It doesn't look good."

"If it's not pretty, then why did you treat her like that..." Charlotte bit her tongue angrily and didn't utter a clear word for a long time, but her meaning was very clear.

"No, I told you it was just an accident."

"I don't care!" The girl suddenly shouted, venting all the helpless emotions in her chest.

"I was the one who came here first, and we had an appointment to watch the sunset together, but you were doing this and that with some strange woman! You didn't do anything for me..."

At first, Charlotte spoke aggressively, as ferocious as a lioness, but halfway through, she began to stammer and hesitate. The corners of her eyes became redder and her eyes filled with tears, and her red little face was full of grievance.

The more Roy listened, the more confused he became.

He understood that Charlotte was angry, but he always felt that the reason for her anger was not right.

The little princess was indeed drunk.

There's no point trying to reason with a woman, let alone a drunk one.

Most of the destiny-defying nodes have been completed, so there's no need to rush. Why not wait until Charlotte sobers up tomorrow?

There were only the two of them on the balcony at the moment, but there was no guarantee that someone else would pass by. If outsiders saw Charlotte drunk, it would be a disgrace to the Wang family.

Besides, it’s not a good idea to leave a drunk girl hanging out in the evening breeze.

A cold wind blew, and Charlotte, who had been glaring at him, sneezed slightly, and her fierce look instantly collapsed.

"Tell me, what's so good about that guy? How am I inferior to that guy?!" Charlotte asked relentlessly.

The topic had already gone off to some unknown direction, and Roy could only smile bitterly: "Charlotte, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk! Answer my question first!" Charlotte shook her head like a rattle.

She couldn't give up until she got the answer today.

"Yes, yes, I'll help you back." Roy gave up on verbal communication and decided to be a little tougher, trying to go up and support the other person directly.

The girl's arms were as slippery as elusive loaches, and she pushed him away several times.

Roy finally managed to forcefully hold onto the other person's arm, but Charlotte suddenly slapped him on the chest, pushed him away, and said angrily, "I told you, I'm not drunk!"

The thrust was quite powerful.

Roy was pushed and staggered, taking a few steps back, looking over in a daze.

Staring at her with eyes full of hurt and confusion, Charlotte finally came to her senses and realized that something was wrong.

In fact, she understands it too.

It's Roy's freedom to like whoever he wants, and he is just being unreasonable.

Charlotte had never been in love before and had never experienced the kind of immature heartbeat. She had no idea what to do. She just had beautiful dreams and hoped that Roy would be as loyal as a knight.

However, when she saw the girl in the green dress, she suddenly realized that there was no perfect knight like in the novel in this world, there would be no designated male and female protagonists, and she would not be the only girl who liked Roy.

It's just that Roy was too perfect and too gentle, and she was too immersed in it.

I should apologize.

Shame and anxiety surged in my heart, and I wanted to apologize but I was too clumsy to say it.

Charlotte suddenly didn't know how to face Roy and just wanted to escape from those dark eyes.

She turned her head away, avoiding the uneasy look: "You're right, I am indeed drunk."

"Then I'll take you home." The boy's tone was very light, and he seemed not to care at all about being pushed away just now.

But the more Roy acted indifferent, the more heartbroken Charlotte became.

"No, I, I can go back by myself!"

Charlotte put her fingers together, placed them to her lips, and whistled.

Perhaps because she had drunk some wine and was a little confused, she blew the bell several times before it finally made it work. After a while, a golden-red griffin flew through the darkness and landed on the balcony.

"I will go back by myself!"

"Are you sure?!" Roy immediately became worried.

Irregular driving, tears of loved ones.

Riding a griffin is a technical job, and it is too unsafe for Charlotte to drive drunk at night.

But the more Roy cared, the more confused Charlotte became.

"So annoying! If I say I can do it, it means I can do it!"

Ignoring Roy's dissuasion, Charlotte, wearing high heels and taking unsteady steps, lifted her skirt, revealing her black over-the-knee stockings and pink thighs, and mounted the griffin with some difficulty.

She didn't even notice that her body was swaying, as if she would fall down at any second.

"See! I told you it's okay!"

"It would be strange if she's okay! Come down quickly!" Roy looked at Charlotte with his heart in his throat and stepped forward to try to pull her down.

Roy's anxious look gave Charlotte an inexplicable sense of comfort.

At least at this moment, her figure can be seen in those dark eyes.