Chapter 2492 The Witch of the Rose Duke (12)

Bai Weiwei wanted to show that she and him were real lovers.

Worrying that the other party will see that something is wrong, it is trying to create an atmosphere of passionate love between two people.

But the opponent can't move now.

There was nothing else to do but kiss.

So I kissed hard, not kissing for nothing.

Shaar's head went from being dazed, to feeling disgusted, to numb.

Sure enough, witches are evil.

So shameless, so... still shameless.

On the pale and thin complexion of the beautiful young man, an inconspicuous blush suddenly appeared.

Like a pink rose growing in the snow.

[Ding, the hero's favorability is two. 】

Bai Weiwei: "..."

It seems that he is not only a wayward ghost, but also a stingy guy.

Two points and two points up, are you embarrassed?

Sitting in Xia Ya's arms, Bai Weiwei made up some stories about their love.

Why did he chase her in the first place.

He went bankrupt and bought a lot of jewelry for her.

Char: "..."

Bai Weiwei: "And for me, I ran to three towns to buy me honey cakes."

Char: "..."

Bai Weiwei: "For me, no princess or duke's daughter will even look at her."

Xia: He did not look at it, but it has nothing to do with her.

Bai Weiwei: "Also, you will play the piano and sing love songs to me in the middle of the night."

Char: "..."

Bai Weiwei held her face shyly, "Later, I still agreed to your marriage proposal."

Duke Rose who only kicked away when he saw a woman: "..."

Who proposed, and was he the type to propose?

absurd.

The little witch chattered for a long time.

Xia Ya felt that he was about to fall asleep.

However, a kiss fell gently on his forehead, and the girl's voice was sweet, gentle and soft.

"Xiaar, although I know you can't hear me, I'm still worried that you will be bored if you can't move, so I have to say something more to you."

Under Xia's eyelashes, the cold purple eyes implied a coldness.

But because of this sentence, he trembled.

In his sight, under the little witch's flushed eyes, the skin on her face was soft and clean.

What's even cleaner is her smile that is as sweet as the color of her pupils.

Like honey.

Although what he said was all messed up and ridiculous things.

But it seemed that there was no smell of blood, nor the smell of black magic.

Apart from pouring the resurrection potion on him, there was no other strange action.

Even a witch is a witch who is too clumsy to know anything.

No magic, no evasion, no evil little witch.

Bai Weiwei said a lot of sweet words.

There are also many fictional stories.

Try to have the concept that the two of them are lovers in Xiaya's mind.

It's only natural that the favorability level hasn't increased much. After all, people who lose their memory don't mean they're mentally retarded. You have to be suspicious.

For dinner, Bai Weiwei boiled broth and fed it to the boy little by little.

After all, it is necessary to maintain the personality of the lover.

Always be nice to him, otherwise he will doubt her words even more.

It doesn't matter if Xia doesn't need to eat, the magic energy in his body can maintain the state of the body.

But when the little witch carefully blew on the broth, and then fed him little by little with a small spoon.

He didn't spit it out.

Being unable to move does not mean that you cannot reject food.

This physical instinct is still there.

The little witch muttered with laughter, "There is no food at home again. I will make more herbs and sell them tomorrow, so you won't be hungry."

Xiaya stared at the smile on her face with deep eyes.

After eating, Bai Weiwei took out hot water, and gently wiped Shaar's face, hands and feet.

He just grew out, clean, take a bath and wait until tomorrow.

This was the first time that Shaar was served so rudely.

His face was reddened.

Because of the cold weather, it snowed at night.

Bai Weiwei lit the fire, and dragged Shaar's chair to the fire with great effort.

Worried that he was cold, she squatted in front of him, held his hands with her hands, and tried her best.

"When I sell the herbs and get rich, I'll buy you gloves."

Xiaya's body is still in severe pain. After all, it is not easy to squeeze and digest power.

He has always been used to forbearance, and he is also used to digesting silently in the dark.

In the past, if someone dared to disturb him when he was digesting his strength.

He has the heart to kill.

The little witch pressed his cold fingers to her face, and smiled sweetly.

She said, "This way it won't be cold, Char."

Fanatical, humble, and pitiful.

Xiaya sneered coldly in his heart, admiring him so much.

It's... nasty.

[Ding, the hero's favorability is seven. 】