Chapter 2480 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (22)

Xia’s fingers did not care to pass the brown hair.

The feeling of slight bun is supposed to be a good hair cream with no money.

Xia licked her thin lips and sang a beautiful potion all day long.

Just forget to use it for yourself.

These decades of empire, because of the growing wealth and wealth.

All women chase the luxury style of the nobility circle.

There is no woman who will have a slight temper with her face and her hair.

His attitude blinked a bit, and his fingertips came to her neck.

Her breathing is still very steady.

It seems that... there is no vigilance.

How can you be so alert?

As a witch, she is in the fear of being killed every day.

The weak witch will sleep unsteadily.

She is not afraid, half of the sleep is killed by the people of the light church?

Or, her time as a witch is not long.

So haven’t cultivated vigilance?

Xia thought a lot of possibilities, but suddenly found her breathing became a bit heavy.

Her face is also red.

It seems a little uncomfortable.

His fingers pressed her, making her unable to breathe.

The boy who killed the numb, **** hands, trembled.

Then just like being afraid of crushing a piece of sweet cake, immediately release it.

Bai Weiwei’s face turned better immediately, and then she naturally buried her face in his arms again.

In this position, she seems to have practiced thousands of times.

If she had never been so embraced before.

Her instinctive reaction will not be so skilled.

Who used to hold her so much before?

Xiaya stared at her for a long time, her eyes still cold.

Finally, his strength was saved, and his arm was forced to bring her directly into his arms.

Her soft face is more close to his chest.

The petite body is lighter than a bird.

The hands and feet are too delicate and fragile, as if he can use his strength to break.

Is this caused by malnutrition?

Xia stared at her sleeping face, or was not alert.

But hungry and tired, only to sleep so ignorant.

Xia’s mood was complicated for a moment. He stood up hard and deliberately measured her weight.

It is really too light.

This dilapidated room has been seen to be brilliant before.

At least not always poor.

The wood of the floor, as well as the style of the fireplace.

It is necessary to get out the gold coins.

Although there is only one room, there is a kitchen bathroom and a balcony.

This is unimaginable in the real poor family.

And the house is old, it should not be a little witch to build.

The house of the age is dilapidated, but it can be seen to be a good display.

It should be her mother, or what female relatives, is a witch.

And she was the shadow of the witch who was the relative.

Maybe it will be played when you are very young.

But the little witch's breath, no **** smell, and no trace of black magic cursing people.

Hair and eyes also prove that her black magic is even awkward to get started.

Xia’s heart carefully observed it and finally walked into the room.

The room is small and the bed is a single bed.

During this time, he is sleeping here.

The dry, warm bedding was dried by her deliberately.

And she...

Xiaya lifted her cockroach and looked at the lounge chair by the bed.

She is where she is shrinking and spends this time.

Xia’s line of sight stagnated on the lounge chair for a while, and finally slowly walked to the bedside.

(End of this chapter)