Chapter 2470 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (12)

Bai Weiwei is a true lover in order to show that he is with him.

Worried that the other side can't see the difference, it is to create a passionate love for two people.

But the other party can't move now.

Apart from kissing, there is no way to do anything else.

So I will be hard to kiss, not to be close to each other.

Xia is worried from her head, until she feels disgusted and numb.

Sure enough, the witch is evil.

So shameless, so... still shameless.

The beautiful young man's pale face was abrupt, and there was a faint blush.

It is like a pink rose growing in the snow.

[Hey, the man is very good. 】

Bai Weiwei: "..."

It seems that it is not just a wayward ghost, but also a trick.

Two points and two points up, are you so embarrassed?

Bai Weiwei sat in the arms of Xia, and made some stories of their love.

What was originally for him to chase her.

I bought a lot of jewelry for her.

Xia: "..."

Bai Weiwei: "And for me, I ran three towns and bought me honey sweet cake."

Xia: "..."

Bai Weiwei: "For me, what the princess, the Duke's daughter, didn't take a look."

Xia: He really didn't look at it, but it didn't matter to her.

Bai Weiwei: "There is still, you will sing a love song to me in the middle of the night."

Xia: "..."

Bai Weiwei shyly smiled. "Later, I promised your proposal."

When you see a woman, you will only open the Duke of Rose: "..."

Who is getting married, is he the kind of person who will propose?

absurd.

The little witch has been lingering for a long time.

Xia felt that she was going to fall asleep.

And a kiss, but gently fell on his forehead, the girl's throat is sweet and soft, soft.

"Xia, although I know you can't hear it, I still worry that you can't be bored, so I have to say something to you."

Under the lashes of Xia, the cold purple sputum implies a coldness.

But because of this sentence, it trembled.

In his sight, under the reddish eyes of the little witch, the skin on his face was soft and clean.

More cleanly, she is as sweet as the smile of the eyelids.

Like honey.

Although it is all a bit of a mess, ridiculous words.

But it seems that there is no **** smell and no black magic.

There is no other unusual action for him except for reviving the potion.

Even a witch is a witch who is awkward and can't do anything.

No magic, no evasion, no evil witch.

Bai Weiwei said a lot of sweet words.

There are also many fictional stories.

Strive for Xia's mind, there are two of them are lovers of the concept.

It is a matter of course that the degree of good feelings does not rise. After all, people who have lost their memory do not mean that they are mentally retarded. Always doubt it.

At dinner, Bai Weiwei cooked the broth and fed it to the boy a little.

After all, we must maintain the lover's design.

Always be good to him, or he has to doubt her words.

Xia does not need to eat, it does not matter, the magic energy in his body can maintain the state of the body.

But when the little witch carefully blows the broth, and then feeds him with a small spoon.

He did not spit it out.

Being unable to move does not mean that food cannot be rejected.

This body instinct is still there.

The little witch is laughing and laughing. "There is no food at home. I will make some herbs to sell tomorrow, and I will not let you go hungry."

Xia gaze at the smile on her face, and the twilight is deep.

After the meal, Bai Weiwei took out the hot water and gently wiped the face of Xia, rubbing his hands and feet.

He just grew up, clean, bathe, etc. tomorrow.

This is the first time that Xia is being served so rudely.

The cheeks were all rubbed red.

Because the weather is cold, it snows at night.

Bai Weiwei ordered the fire and effortfully dragged Xia’s chair to the fire.

Worried that he was cold, he was still in front of him, holding his hands with his hands and trying to haha.

"When I sell the herbs, I will buy gloves for you."

Xia's body is still in a severe pain. After all, the digging and digesting of power is not easy.

He has always been used to it, and he is used to silently digesting in the dark.

If there were people before, dare to bother him when he digested his strength.

He has a heart of murder.

The little witch pressed his cold fingers to his face and showed a sweet smile.

She said: "This is not cold, Xia."

Fanatic, humble, and pathetic.

Xia Ya was cold and so admired him.

Really... hate.

[Hey, the man is so good. 】

What's the last thing, good night?

(End of this chapter)