Chapter 2493 The Duke of the Rose of the Duke (25)

This man is not her father, hey, or an uncle.

It is a lover.

Thought she was lying to him, but did not expect.

She really has a loving lover.

And she used him as a substitute for the man who wrote this line?

Xia's gray-purple dragonfly, looking at the line as it solidified.

I don't know how long I watched, he just whispered, his teeth biting softly.

"Wei Wei?"

Her name?

Pretty cute.

It was a bad eye, and she even mistaken her own lover.

If she knows that she has exhausted all the resurrection of the man, it is someone else.

How desperate.

Think about it... I feel happy.

Xia looked up at a mirror that was randomly placed on the ground.

The mirror was gray, but I could see the teenager wearing simple civilian clothes, but it was so shabby.

However, it still does not damage the aristocratic temperament of a young boy.

The purple twilight of Xia is very cold and cold.

He reached out and the slender fingertips pulled the collar of the collar freely, revealing the delicate collarbone.

The boy of the rose color, the thin lips gently smack, the smile can not tell the evil spirits.

"I want to be a substitute, and I don't see if you can pay the price."

Let the **** Duke of Rose, as her avatar.

But it is very expensive.

He whispered, repeating it again: "Wei Wei."

The sound of dreaming sighs is gorgeous and twirling.

It is very cold.

Bai Weiwei and other good feelings reminded, wait, wait, wait until you fall asleep.

There is also no good feeling to sound.

She once again confirmed that Xia is a cold-hearted ghost, even if they think they are lovers before the two memories.

There is no bit of jealousy.

Maybe this skeleton is a kind of character that is particularly chilly.

So without memory, there is no feeling.

Even if they believe that the two of them are lovers, they will not feel good.

Because she didn't feel good, she slept very hard.

The delicate brows are wrinkled in the sleep.

The grievance was unusually obvious.

The teenager has almost used up the last glimmer of strength.

He struggled to move into the room.

Seeing the girl in her sleep, biting her beautiful lower lip, her brow wrinkled.

A trace of grievances appeared in the corners of the eyes.

It seems to be... is thinking about the damn, dead man who has died?

Xiaya stared at her quietly and indifferently for a while, under the curly hair of honey, the gray-purple scorpion, cold and infiltrating.

He is more like the man.

Will she admit her mistakes?

Xia’s heart swayed a hint of shallow doubts.

But very quickly, Bai Weiwei was too cheerful to sleep, turned over, and even turned half of the body, turned out of the bed.

She moved again and the whole person fell from the simple single bed.

This interruption made his doubts disappeared.

He walked facelessly in the first few steps, then gently reached out and gently picked her up.

Finally, put her along with the quilt on the floor.

She slept heavily, her small body, wrapped in a quilt, like a lovely sweet roll.

The white face is still protected with a warm blush.

Xia no longer cares about her, he has exhausted the last glimmer of strength.

He leaned sideways and lay soft on the bed.

Once again, it becomes a sculpture that does not move.

The soft sound of Bai Weiwei is the only sound in the dim light.

Quiet night, he stared at the ceiling.

There are even spider silks.

(End of this chapter)