But he has no other way to get his memory.
Just observe her every day.
As long as she acted harmless, she kept being nice to him.
She didn't believe that this strategy target would not be moved.
Just thinking about it, I heard that the favorability level was fifteen.
Bai Weiwei squinted her eyes, very calm and not very proud.
After all, this is the result of her plan, which can be obtained as a matter of course.
She dragged Char to the stove and started to heat up some vegetable soup and toast hot bread.
Feed him a little more.
Xia can eat, and she doesn't have the problem of not swallowing it in her mouth.
The bread that she kneaded into small pieces touched his lips lightly, and then pressed it in with some strength.
The pink fingertips gently scraped the thin lips, still with a cool feeling.
She held the plate carefully, used a spoon, and lowered her head to scoop the vegetable soup.
Some meat was added to the vegetable soup.
All these meats were picked out by her, and they were given to him to eat.
Xia Ya stared at her coldly, her eyes didn't move much, but the scrutiny was very strong.
At first he also doubted what purpose she had.
Get along these days.
Make sure she really has no purpose.
Even when wiping his body, he was meticulous and meticulous.
But when she finished wiping, her ears would always be incredibly red.
His face was also flushed with blood, making it very red.
Although she came to kiss him recklessly, she never really used a blasphemous way.
Rather cherish it.
It's like a kiss can make her feel happy when she's starving and freezing.
What's the mood like
It was the first time that Xia Ya came into contact with such a person.
He doesn't understand.
But it's true that the little witch is harmless, which also caused him to have no original intention to kill her.
Char originally wanted to contact people from the church.
But the spies of the church have not been caught.
His current situation is not suitable for him to appear immediately.
After all, if you want to kill him, now is the best time.
So Xiaya didn't move, and continued to be his statue.
After feeding Xiaya, he wiped his mouth again.
The thin fingertip skin rubbed against the young red and beautiful thin lips.
like inadvertently.
But it brings out a subtle feeling of numbness.
Bai Weiwei lowered her eyes calmly, retracted her fingers, and cleaned the dishes.
She only ate half a slice of bread herself, and her thin body, in the wide robe, was pitifully fragile.
When she took the plate and turned to wash it.
The young man on the chair, his pale eyelashes the same color as his hair, moved slowly.
Then there were the gray-purple eyes, which turned a bit, and it was a little difficult, but it was not like before, it could only be frozen.
His eyes followed her back.
Watch her go out.
There is a very humble little kitchen with a variety of food in it.
Xia felt that the poor man could get almost all of this food.
If she is not a witch, she can still go to the door of the Church of Light on Sundays to receive relief bread.
For the bishop's birthday, maybe a little meat, or a bag of potatoes.
How could a witch be so miserable.
It also proved that she did not harm anyone.
Because most of the wealth of witches comes from murder, poisoning, and various curses.
Xia Ya watched her disappearing back.
He slowly lowered his beautiful eyes, his pale face, and his flawless indifference.
Only thin lips, red and enticing.
He got up suddenly and gently, as if slowing down a few beats, and moved to the table.
Look at the remaining materials on the table.