Chapter 2561 The Witch of Duke Rose (85)

Bai Weiwei grimaced, forget it, the old-fashioned is old-fashioned.

Thank you for this kind of innovation.

After drinking the tea, she put down the cup and continued to think about the strategy.

Because staring out the window was too engrossing, and when the air around her became quiet, she turned back slowly.

I saw that the maid had already retired.

The boy walked in gracefully, he unbuttoned his jacket and threw it on the chair.

Under his honey-colored hair, the indifferent killing intent in his purple eyes has not faded away, as if he had experienced a battle outside just now.

It smelled of snow and blood.

She took off her jacket and gorgeous underwear.

The youth with a bare upper body, his smooth and delicate complexion is whiter than snow.

Clothes that had tainted the smell were taken off.

He wore trousers and walked directly to the girl who was sitting on the chair.

The cat who accompanied the girl stood up, rubbed Bai Weiwei's ankle, and was about to let out a flattering cry.

Xi Ya kicked, and the cat rolled in a circle and disappeared outside the door.

Then Xia Ya smiled and said, "Did you miss me? Weiwei."

Bai Weiwei lowered her eyes, expressionless, her lips pursed as lifeless as a porcelain doll.

Bai Weiwei frowned, her fingers tightly pinching her palm.

If you want to resist, but think of something, you can only look away indifferently, out of sight is pure.

Xia Ya's fingers ran along her long hair and brushed it gently.

Either she is indifferent or she doesn't like him.

He was terribly tender to her.

Except for some kind of coercion, he depends on her for almost everything.

And of course going out.

Rumors that the wife of the Grand Duke Rose is frail and will not recover from a long-term illness have been spreading everywhere.

The aristocratic circle is actually similar to the gossip long-tongued woman.

Any rumors can spread throughout the imperial capital overnight.

Xia squatted on the edge of her chair, playing with her pretty fingers, resting her face on her thigh.

Just like the magic long-haired cat he bought her, squinting and smiling cutely.

"Weiwei, antique jewelry is auctioned at the noble banquet today, what kind of jewelry do you like, can I buy them?"

Bai Weiwei: Antique jewelry, any rubies the size of pigeon eggs? Got a fist-sized emerald? Yes, come to a basket to open your eyes.

She also likes gems.

After all, it can be used as a light bulb.

However, as a mighty, innocent, romantic, and loyal little witch who can't surrender to wealth and rank (…).

Her answer: "I don't like it."

After she said something, she seemed to think of something, her brows wrinkled, and her tone was hesitant and jerky.

"I...I mean I don't know what I like, if I could see it, maybe I would."

She was too nervous when she said this.

As a result, the tone was shaking, and even the eyes were erratic.

She wants to go out.

would love to go out.

It's so obvious that even a lie is so perfunctory.

Xia Ya still smiled, but the coldness in her eyes spread.

He rubbed the skirt on her knees, the soft skirt of the finest silk.

A luxurious prison, a noble prison.

Binds his most precious girl.

When I was in that small house, every time I saw her doing housework seriously and working hard to support her family.

Although warm and sweet.

But what flashed through his mind was that she should stay in the luxurious castle he built.

No wind and rain, no labor, no hardship and poverty.