Chapter 2547 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (93)

It’s hard to soften, even if it’s a substitute, you’re happy.

Xia's face turned cold, but when he touched the piano, he showed a smile that was pretending to be seamless.

His fingers fell quickly on the keys, and the crisp sounds of the piano were murderous.

Bai Weiwei gently picked up the mesh on her head. Her hands held her jaws and her eyes looked at him quietly.

The strength of Xia’s fingers is getting lighter and lighter.

The final sound is soft.

The silhouette of his side face is as delicate as a flower.

Her rare calm eyes made his eyes softer.

The song is lingering, and he holds the keys at his fingertips, and it is rare to start to concentrate.

The girl suddenly got up and came behind him, reaching out to cover his waist and putting his face on his back.

She whispered, "Sorry, you are not him, but I let you play the piano."

Xia's eyes were sour, he licked his lips, and his tone was still light.

"You think of me as him, Wei Wei."

Bai Weiwei’s fingers clinging to him seemed to be stiff for a long time.

Then she said softly: "You don't deserve."

Then, a sharp needle stuck into his waist.

Xia has never been so careless, it may be her rare gentleness, and it may be that he is too confident about himself.

There can be no dangerous items on her body.

Xia’s eyes are wide, her body is stiff, and her limbs are numb.

Bai Weiwei left him with no expression, watching him fall to the ground and couldn't move.

The five-day life value of the anesthetic nerve poisonous needle, one tie will be effective.

She is like a proud vengeful goddess, and the cold scorpion is full of repressed anger.

"The one I love, only him. Since I have resurrected you, my medicine will definitely work. I don't need a substitute because I can resurrect my true lover."

After that, she turned and left.

But in the next second, Xia’s struggling fingers grabbed her skirt.

"Do you have no feelings for me?"

It is unthinkable that a man is humbled to this point.

Bai Weiwei had a footstep, and she was silent for a long time before she reached out and took the only rose on the top of her head and threw it on him.

The broken petals fell to his eyes.

He is hurting.

Bai Weiwei’s voice is indifferent. “I just misplaced my feelings. You are not him, never, so don’t pretend.”

Xia Ya's fingertips were weak, and she looked up at her on the ground.

The look of despair is heart-rending.

Bai Weiwei looked at the avatar and made it difficult to advance to sixty-five.

She sighed and said: "Real love does not allow for a substitute."

So wake up God, there is no good substitute for the substitute.

There is no one to hurt the substitute.

The steadiness of her body is so cold that she can't stand it.

What kind of substitute is still in the hall, just talking about a love, she will complete the task.

Xia’s fingers gradually lost strength because of drugs.

He landed at his fingertips, and only his eyes were staring at her.

Bai Weiwei's eyes are indifferent, with a hint of panic, but more is the firmness of recklessness.

"I don't want to see you again. Don't come to me. If you are in such a good condition, there will be more girls who like you."

The fragility in Xia's eyes, the grievances, and the pity disappeared.

His purple voice is horrible.

Just so cold condensation condensed her.

"Don't go."

His scorpion is hoarse and oppressive, but it does not appear humble, but rather like an order.

Bai Weiwei pulled her own skirt and did not hesitate to step back a few steps. Then she licked her skirt and screamed. She immediately turned and ran out.

The door opens and closes.

During this time she didn't even give him a look.

Xia Ya was on the ground, as if waiting for something.

Lonely teenager, his eyes are numb and solidified.

The candle slammed and finally woke up the solidified world.

The teenager lying on the ground slowly got up, and he reached out and pulled out the needle from his waist.

The tip is black and highly toxic.

If he is a normal person, it is estimated that this poison has already poisoned him.

She is really half-hearted to him.

Xia Ya no expression, stretched out his own honey-colored fluffy short hair, the needle on the finger broke into dust.

Any poison in his current body is useless.

After all, the dragon is not famous for being poisonous.

She doesn't know about it.

Xia’s face was holding her face in her hands. It seemed to be a little tired. He put his eyelids on his face and looked lazily.

"Resurrection lover?"

He showed a strange smile.

"What a good wish, it seems that you are not really desperate, how can you still be so naive."

He is gentle to her.

Let her still return to her lover's wish?

Xia reached out and put on the piano, and she got up gracefully. Then he took care of his sleeves and collars and slowly followed them up.

The piano crashed behind him.

What's the last thing, good night?

(End of this chapter)