Chapter 2501 The Witch of Duke Rose (21)

And Bai Weiwei, who was nestled in his arms, kept muttering.

Why don't you feel good about it?

Is she acting backwards?

Playing an infatuated girl, Bai Weiwei who makes people suspect that she has amnesia.

Unexpectedly, the skeleton picked up by the original owner.

is real.

The potion didn't work at all.

The brain has nothing to do with memory.

But her grief made this aristocratic boy, who had always been calm and gloomy, doubt his own mind for the first time.

Bai Weiwei waited, waited, and didn't see her favorability increase even when she fell asleep.

This hard-hearted, ruthless ghost.

Normal people lose their memory, even if their minds are blank.

But at least have compassion.

And people are very tolerant of those who love themselves.

Even if you don't like it, you won't hate it.

Before he was uncertain about his memory, he saw that she was going to fight against the whole world for him.

Shouldn't it be expressed?

While sleeping, Bai Weiwei made a moral condemnation of the character of the target.

A quiet room with all kinds of messy tables and chairs.

Dried flowers hung on the walls, and the fire in the fireplace crackled occasionally.

If it was before, this kind of place.

Char couldn't tolerate his feet stepping in.

He sat quietly, under the light-colored eyelashes, the gray-purple eyes were very beautiful.

The skin is as cold as snow and ice, and under the light, there is a thrilling sense of aristocratic morbid pallor.

The Grand Duke of Roses.

Not only because he likes roses.

It is also because Duke Charya has a more delicate and gorgeous face than Rose.

The flower of the empire was the title given to him in private, in the most authoritative aristocratic circle.

There is, of course, another title, the ruthless adjudicator.

The arrogant and clean duke has never shown mercy to anything sinful and dirty.

Harsh, cold, and emotionless.

This made everyone in the empire dare not have any coveted heart for him.

Even his appearance is too shockingly beautiful.

Xia Ya's downcast eyes just happened to see her long and curled eyelashes, because she fell asleep, her eyelashes drooped extremely quietly.

The delicate complexion on her face was soft and white, under the dim yellow light.

Still no color loss.

She is beautiful, like those little angels in the palace paintings.

Not at all soaked in the blackness of a witch.

Even brown hair was not dyed by black magic.

But the true nature is this.

If it weren't for the imprint of a witch on her body.

At first glance, he couldn't tell if she was a witch.

Xia Ya was silent for a long time, hiding the middle half of his face in the shadows, with a surprisingly perfect outline.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally moved.

It's like breaking the crushed ice a little bit from the ice block.

His body also began to move slowly.

First, the fingers trembled slightly.

Then there are the arms.

Finally, the slender fingers finally landed on the back of the girl in his arms.

The thin back under his fingers made him frown.

Then he slowly hooked her waist and let her pour into his arms.

The girl's long braids were already messy.

Take care of him all day, but not yourself.

Xia Ya looked at her face quietly for a while, her purple eyes were still so dark that she couldn't see any emotions.

Then he stretched out his other hand, fingertips lightly, and lifted her hairband.

The rough straps fell to the ground.

And her thick and smooth long hair has been scattered.