Bai Weiwei wanted to show that she and him were real lovers.
Worrying that the other party sees something wrong is trying to create a passionate atmosphere of love between the two.
But the opponent can't move now.
There is nothing else to do except kiss.
So try to kiss, no kiss, no white no kiss.
Xia Ya went from being dazed in her head, to feeling that as long as she was disgusted, to numb.
Sure enough, witches are evil.
So shameless, so... still shameless.
The beautiful young man's pale and pale face suddenly showed a faint blush.
Like a pink rose growing in the snow.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is two.]
Bai Weiwei: "..."
It seems that he is not only a willful ghost, but also a stingy.
Two points and two points up, are you embarrassed
Bai Weiwei sat in Xia Ya's arms and made up some stories about their love.
Why did he pursue her in the first place.
She went bankrupt and bought a lot of jewelry for her.
Xia: "…"
Bai Weiwei: "And for me, I ran to three towns and bought me honey sweet cakes."
Xia: "…"
Bai Weiwei: "For me, what princess and the duke's daughter don't even look at."
Xia Ya: He really didn't look at him, but it had nothing to do with her.
Bai Weiwei: "Also, you will play the piano and sing love songs for me in the middle of the night."
Xia: "…"
Bai Weiwei held her face shyly, "Later, I still agreed to your proposal."
Duke Rose, who only kicked away when he saw a woman: "..."
Who proposed, is he the kind of person who would propose
absurd.
The little witch chattered for a long time.
Xia felt that she was about to fall asleep.
And a kiss, but gently fell on his forehead, the girl's voice was sweet and soft, soft.
"Xia Ya, although I know you can't hear it, I'm still worried that you will be bored if you can't move, so I have to tell you more."
Beneath Xia Ya's eyelashes, the cold purple eyes contained a hint of coldness.
But because of this sentence, he trembled.
In his sight, the skin on the little witch's face was soft and clean under the reddish eyes of the little witch.
What's even cleaner is that she has a smile that is as sweet as the color of her pupils.
Like honey.
Although what they said were all messed up and ridiculous.
But it seems that there is no bloody smell, and there is no smell of black magic.
Apart from pouring the resurrection potion on him, there is no other strange action.
Even a witch is a witch who is clumsy enough to know nothing.
No magic, no evasion, no evil little witch.
Bai Weiwei said a lot of sweet words.
There are also many fictional stories.
Trying to have the concept that the two of them are lovers in Char's mind.
It is only natural that the favorability level has not increased much. After all, people who have amnesia does not mean mentally retarded, and they must always be suspicious.
During dinner, Bai Weiwei boiled the broth and fed it to the boy little by little.
After all, it is necessary to maintain the character of the lover.
Always treat him better, or he will doubt her words even more.
It doesn't matter if Xiaya doesn't need to eat, the magical energy in his body can maintain the state of his body.
But when the little witch carefully blew the broth, and then fed him a little bit with a small spoon.
He actually didn't spit it out.
Not being able to move does not mean that food cannot be rejected.
This instinct is still there.
The little witch muttered with laughter, "There's no food at home again. I'll make more herbs to sell tomorrow, so you won't be hungry."
Xia Ya stared at the smile on her face with deep eyes.
After eating, Bai Weiwei took out the hot water and gently wiped Xia Ya's face, hands and feet.
He just grew out, clean, take a bath and wait for tomorrow.
This was the first time that Xia Ya was served so rudely.
His face was rubbed red.
Because of the cold weather, it snowed at night.
Bai Weiwei lit the fire and dragged Xiaya's chair to the fire with great effort.
Worried that he was cold, he squatted in front of him, cupped his hands with his hands, and tried his best.
"When I sell the herbs and get rich, I'll buy you gloves."
Xia Ya's body is still in severe pain. After all, it is not easy to push and digest strength.
He has always been accustomed to forbearance, and is used to digesting silently in the dark.
If someone used to dare to disturb him when he was digesting his power.
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, Xia Ya."
Crazy, humble, and pitiful.
Xia Ya sneered in her heart and admired him so much.
It's... nasty.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is seven.]