Chapter 2539： Witch of the Duke of Rose (85)

Chapter 2539 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (85)

Bai Weiwei bitterly faces, forget it, the old one is old-fashioned.

This kind of innovation is not sensitive.

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

Because she stared at the window and thought too much, and when the air around her was quiet, she reacted slowly and turned back.

I saw that the maid had already ruled back.

The juvenile stepped in gracefully, and he untied his coat and threw it into the chair.

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

The body is full of wind and snow and blood.

The jacket and the gorgeous inner clothes were taken off.

The teenager with the upper body is lighter and more delicate than the snow.

The clothes that have caught the taste are off.

He wore trousers and went straight to the girl who was sitting in the chair.

The cat accompanying the girl stood up and licked the white ankle's ankle, just screaming.

As Xia kicked, the cat rolled out of the circle and disappeared outside the door.

Then Xia said with a smile: "Think of me? Wei Wei."

Bai Weiwei is coveted, with no expression, and her lips are as lifeless as a porcelain doll.

Bai Weiwei frowned, his fingers slamming his palm.

If you want to resist, but think of something, you can only look at it indifferently, and your eyes are not seen.

Xia's fingers followed her long hair and gently combed.

She is indifferent, and she doesn't like him.

He is gentle to her to the point of terrible.

Except for the coercion on something, he almost always depends on her.

Of course, there are still going out.

The wife of the Grand Duke of Rose is weak, and the rumors of long illness have been passed down everywhere.

The aristocratic circle is actually similar to the gossip.

Any rumors can spread throughout the capital overnight.

Xia Ya was half-baked on her chair, playing with her beautiful fingers and resting her face on her lap.

Like the magical long-haired cat he bought for her, he smiled and smiled.

"Wei Wei, today's aristocratic banquet auctions antique jewelry, what do you like, I bought it?"

Bai Weiwei: Antique jewelry, do you have a pigeon-sized ruby? Is there a big emerald with a fist? Yes, just come to a basket and open your eyes.

She also likes gems.

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

However, as a mighty, romantic and loyal little witch (...) who can't be rich and powerful.

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

After she said what she seemed to think, her brow was wrinkled, her tone hesitated and she was jealous.

"I... I mean I don't know what I like. If I can see it, I might know."

When she said this, she was too nervous.

The tone is shaking, and even the eyes are erratic.

She wants to go out.

I really want to go out.

Obviously even the lie is so perfunctory.

Xia's smile is still the same, the coldness in her eyes spread.

He licked the skirt on her knees, the soft skirt, which was made of the finest silk.

A luxurious prison, a distinguished prison.

Binding his most precious girl.

At the time of the small room, every time I saw her doing housework seriously, she tried to support her family.

Although sweet and sweet.

But his brain flashed, but she should stay in the luxury castle he built.

Not to be beaten by the wind, not to do a little labor, and not to suffer a little bit of poverty.

(End of this chapter)