Chapter 2513 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (58)

After eating, Bai Weiwei packed up the table.

As if she had any mysterious things, she said to Xia, "You wait for me."

Xia is giving herself a few healing spells.

He felt that his stomach was a little uncomfortable and that a few magics would be better.

Bai Weiwei has closed the door.

He looked at the door and reached out and gently tapped a finger.

A thick pile of parchment hidden on the table appeared.

More than a dozen birds were controlled to fly in.

Hold the parchment and fly out.

This is the most recent official business, and it has accumulated a bunch.

I can only solve some problems when writing a list of medicines.

Then, when the little witch does not know, I will send back my official duties.

When Xia saw the birds flew away, they turned calmly and just left the window.

The door opened.

Time is just right.

Xia had just thought about it, but she looked up.

Bai Weiwei carefully walked out of the skirt, brown hair like smooth chocolate and beautiful hair, falling behind her.

The red hair band, cleverly hitting a soft bow, hangs on the left side of the hair, and the bangs are scattered from the hair band.

White and delicate face with a red rose like a rose.

The skirt is the one he chose.

A dark red dress with a smooth cut, flowing down from her slender waist.

The soft skirt is in the shape of a petal, quietly blooming on her ankle.

The skirt is made of cheap fabric.

But it is a work that catches up with the trend.

This year's best-looking design of the Emperor, even with cheap fabrics, can also see the gorgeous effect.

Not to mention the person who wears it, it is beautiful like a pure porcelain doll.

Bai Weiwei carried the skirt and stood up uncomfortably.

Seeing him moving to look at her, the face could not help but red.

"Is it not good?"

The juvenile eyelashes moved, and it was finally a return.

He seems to be a little hot, reaching out and pulling some messy collars.

The beautiful collarbone is exposed.

His fingertips accidentally passed over the collarbone, and his fingertips were a little white.

Then Xia slowly walked over to the little witch.

His twilight is extremely rich and deep, and the purple in the coffin is like a river, with a suffocating sensation.

Bai Weiwei stared intently at his eyes.

This is a pair of too beautiful eyes.

Even if there is no emotion, it can confuse people.

Her eyes are moist and her face is redder.

Like shy, she just had to open her face.

With both hands, she gently touched her face, soft cheek skin, in the palm of the juvenile, as gentle as holding a flower.

He snorted and whispered, "Oh, don't move."

Bai Weiwei was obedient and did not move.

But her twilight wandered, as if she couldn't stand being stared at him.

Xia couldn't help but smile and then his finger came to her hair band.

The soft bow was dexterously untied by him.

The red hair band passes through the gap between his fingers.

The teenager bowed his head seriously, and the broken hair fell to the bottom, and the dawn was very focused.

Even more than the face of the holy dragon bones, the spirit of concentration.

The tip of the finger is very fine around the corner of the red ribbon, and finally a small knot.

A beautiful and beautiful, almost can be fake roses, it appears in her ears.

He made her unprofessional bow into a rose flower that needed skill.

Bai Weiwei was a bit curious, she looked up, but could not see the rose.

(End of this chapter)