Chapter 2560 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (106)

The next moment, her fingers gently held his back of the head, and the warm soup was fed into his lips a little.

All of a sudden, Xia seems to return to the time they first got along.

At that time he could not move.

She is also a little bit, patiently feeding him to eat.

But at that time she thought he was her lover.

And now, she is feeding him.

Similar situations, the mood is very different.

Bai Weiwei’s voice was weak and sad. “Wake up, Xia.”

It’s really his name now.

Not the **** dead man.

Xia does not feel pain at all, even if it hurts and hurts.

I knew that her heart was soft.

His hope of desperately throwing it is still fulfilled.

Bai Weiwei cried and gave him soup, thinking about how much soup she was, and she was hungry.

The patient does not have to eat too much.

So there should still be more than half of it.

Feeding almost, Bai Weiwei turned to drink soup.

Because it is too sad, the rest of the food box can not eat too much.

Bai Weiwei cold: Who is not a playful.

Drinking the soup is almost the same, she put down the bowl and turned back.

Looking into a pair of purple scorpions, the eyes are ignorant and innocent.

The teenager seemed to have some doubts about her, and then he struggled to reach out and the scales on his arms were exquisite.

The fingertips clung to her wrist, and Xia showed a weak smile. "Are you my partner..."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Oh, my mother, amnesia?

Bai Weiwei was staring at him and felt that she had lost the game.

The bowl in her hand loosened and fell into the gold coin.

Then she looked at him with some helplessness, tears rolling in her eyes and seemed to be scared.

"Xia?"

Xia’s curiosity stared at her for a while, and the good feelings in her eyes were full.

"You look so good, and..."

He put her back on his lips and licked it.

"You are my taste, it must be my partner."

Bai Weiwei’s fingers shook and seemed to want to pull back.

Xia Ya was sorely screamed, her face was very white.

Bai Weiwei was a stiff, and suddenly did not dare to move.

Xia immediately opened her mouth and smiled sillyly: "No pain."

The cloth on the chest, the blood leaked out again.

Bai Weiwei seems to be sure that he is in the wrong state. She leaned over and reached for his shoulder.

"You lie down."

In order to catch her, he has to sit up.

Xiaya stared at her, her fingertips seemed to carelessly rub her wrist.

The worry in her eyes made him obey and lay down.

Bai Weiwei has a bit of awkward tone. "You are hurt, don't move. Do you still know how to get clothes and food? You have medicine."

Xia stared at her for a while, her face paled and she suddenly broke a gap in midair.

A bunch of bandages fell in with the potion.

Just fell on the side of Bai Weiwei.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Xia’s face is innocent and cute, “medicine.”

Bai Weiwei: It is a professional and intelligent mental retardation.

She didn't seem to care about anything, just take a bandage and see the type of potion.

Finally, he was given a new wound to wrap the wound.

Xia Ya lay down from start to finish, and the scales on her body still existed, and her eyes were also very ignorant.

Delicate and delicate teenagers, such as flowers that are decadent in jewelry.

It blooms beautifully, but it also has a fragile temperament.

He relied on the fingers of Bai Weiwei, "I can't remember anything, but I know I love you."

Rogue and innocent confession.

Let Bai Weiwei frown and refute, but see the wound on his chest, all the words are in his mouth.

Eventually she sighed and said, "You are all harming me."

Xia Yan looked at her side, the light under the eyelashes was fine and beautiful.

"I feel that I am willing to let you hurt."

Bai Weiwei’s eyelashes trembled and her breath stopped.

It seemed to be a little touch, but the girl finally turned her head slightly, only a blush on her cheek.

Delicate as a cherry.

Xia's mouth is gently rising, and it is so useful to know that it is pitiful.

What is his substitute?

The soft-hearted little witch is the cutest.

[Spurline progress: ninety-seven. 】

The system is holding the latest small dried fish, with no expression on it.

He looks at the host of the shyness and the face, and then looks at the poor and really black man.

Oh, it’s a routine.

Play tricks.

What's the last thing, good night?

(End of this chapter)