After waking up from a dream, I became the white moonlight of a paranoid wizard

Chapter 89 Missing him thinking that he can't breathe?

This love story is really well written.

It's really... extremely disgusting.

Arthur shook the goosebumps that stood up all over his body, and there was a faint threat in his slight sneer.

Oh ~
I remembered.

Remember yesterday in the kitchen, Arthur asked Cinderella if she worked so hard every day?
Cinderella answered -

None of them liked her cooking, but Ruien was sick that day.

Ruien turned out to be a little cook.

"Ruien is sick, and you miss him so much? You miss him so much that you can't breathe?"

Arthur was getting closer and closer, his eyes locked tightly on Cinderella, like a hunter waiting for an opportunity to act, staring at the panicked eyes of his prey with interest.

"No, it's not..." Cinderella didn't know how to explain.

A second ago, he promised Tina that he would never talk nonsense.

The next second she was asked aggressively by Arthur.

Cinderella's red lips parted slightly, and she was about to give up on herself and talk about the whole story, but she didn't say this on her own initiative!

As a result, Arthur's arms were pressed against the stone table in front of Cinderella, imprisoning her in his arms in disguise, leaning over slightly, staring down at her soft and flawless face.

When their noses touched, Arthur was domineering and Cinderella had nowhere to escape.

Nervously moving back slightly, Cinderella opened and closed her lips, for fear of touching Arthur's thin lips. She tightened the corners of her lips, and her soft and waxy voice lost her tone for a moment: "I didn't write that. of……"

……too close!

So close that Cinderella seemed to be able to count Arthur's slightly long eyelashes!

Those cold eyes, unblinking, stared straight at her, as if they could easily peer into her heart.

Cinderella's cheeks were already turning red uncontrollably when she was watched by the beloved young man. She was afraid that Arthur would hear her humiliating beating of her heart, so she put her little hand on Arthur's chest and pushed it silently.

Arthur lowered his eyes and glanced at the harmless little paw, like a kitten's paw that only scratched the tip of her heart, but the quill was still held in her little hand, and this little paw was not convincing yet force.

"Didn't you write it?"

Arthur couldn't help but laugh angrily.

She reached out and took out the quill from her palm, and slapped it on the stone table without saying a word.

Bending his fingertips and knocking on the edge of the table, Arthur smiled back angrily, his brows and eyes stretched on his handsome face, his helpless smile seemed to melt the frost in the midwinter: "I see, can this pen still write automatically?"

"..." Cinderella, who was speechless, wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Arthur tilted his head slightly and waited quietly for Cinderella's explanation. His curled eyelashes drooped over his eyelids to slightly cover his clear and affectionate eyes.

The little girl refused to make a sound.

Under his burning eyes, she turned around little by little, turning her face away from his eyes.

Cinderella clearly felt that his gaze was still fixed on her body, and the place where he had looked at seemed to ignite clusters of flames, burning through her skin, spreading everywhere, and scalding the tip of her heart. Trembling slightly.

Cinderella turned around silently again, and finally turned her back and gave him a cold and ruthless back.

Arthur: "..."

He must have been too indulgent towards this little girl during this period of time.

That's why she dared to do whatever she wanted and ignored his threats.

Arthur raised his neck slightly, letting the sunlight in the courtyard shine on his chin, outlining the cold and hard arc.

(End of this chapter)