In the darkness, the boy finally got up slowly.
His beautiful fingertips took care of the blanket slipping from his knees.
The worn blankets are heavy, but look old.
Xia Ya's indifferent and delicate face did not change even if she endured severe pain.
The restraint and forbearance of his nobleman, even if he suffered great pain.
Also maintain an elegant posture.
Xia Ya slowly got up, and then finally turned around.
Some of the loose hair on his forehead fell under his eyes.
He didn't waste his energy combing his hair, but looked at the table through the gaps in his hair.
On the long mahogany table, various messy materials are placed.
In the middle of the table, a small figure was lying on his back.
The wide robe slid over his shoulders.
Women's inner shirts are thin, and white thin shirts are also a bit large.
When the girl was lying on her stomach, some messy braids fell on her extremely thin back.
Because of the posture, the extremely fragile neck and the line of the shoulders with no strength are exposed.
In the darkness, the young man stared at her silently, expressionless.
As if to see if she was pretending to be asleep.
He supported the back of the chair with one hand, and he could see that his posture was reluctant, but his back was still straight, making his figure more slender and pleasing to the eye.
Seemingly brewing power, he waited for a while.
Only slowly, step by step gently walked over.
When he came to the table, he barely raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snapped.
The house suddenly lit up.
Not oil lamps, not candles.
But light magic.
Xia used a little magic, and her breath was a little uneven.
But his face, as white as snow, was still so cold that he didn't see any fluctuations.
The little witch was lying on her stomach, not covering half of her face with her arms, and appeared in the light.
Her delicate brows were tightly wrinkled, and her pale complexion had a few traces of haggard.
Lips were red, but a little dry.
She has been taking care of him these days.
Never take care of yourself.
From time to time at night, I see her get up and press the quilt for him.
I was worried that there would be a gap in his quilt and the cold wind would blow.
Xia Ya stood quietly in front of the table, her eyes still incomparably cold.
After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers landed on her neck bone.
With just a little bit of strength, she could snap her neck.
Killing witches is a task and a habit for him.
But when her fingertips touched her skin, she realized how cold she was.
Cold... like a corpse.
Xia Ya's fingertips trembled and suddenly retracted.
The movement was so great that his face turned pale.
With both hands on the table, he could barely stand.
This adventure to the Dragon Holy Land may really be a wrong thing.
He is too young to harness the power of the Dragon Sacred Dragon Skeleton.
It's too hard.
But there are too many dirty things in the family, and it also shakes his interests.
If he doesn't hurry up and stand at the top of imperial power.
So... it's not certain who the family authority will fall into.
Xia Ya coldly spit out a name in her mouth.
If anyone knew, they would be shocked.
Because he used an unusually contemptuous tone, coldly calling out the king's name.
Xia Ya looked at the little witch, her purple eyes so cold that it made people tremble.
So poor, don't learn to help others.
To die of poverty, to die of cold, to die of starvation is deserved.
Xia Ya stretched out her hand again, her fair fingertips, like the snow on the top of a mountain, were more delicate and cold.
The fingertips fell lightly on her hair.
A few strands of magic power fell into her body.
Her skin warmed up again, and the wrinkling of her brows eased a little.
There was a slight fluctuation in Xia Ya's beautiful and clear purple eyes.
When Bai Weiwei was woken up by the system, the room was full of darkness.
The delicate boy was still sitting quietly in the chair.
The wool blanket was still meticulously covered over the legs.
But the favorability has become ten.