Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 2502 The Witch of the Rose Duke (22)

  Char's fingers also accidentally ran along the brown hair.

  The slightly astringent feeling, it should be a good hair care ointment without money.

  Shaar pursed her thin lips, and had been tinkering with beauty potions all day long.

   I forgot to use some for myself.

  The empire of these decades has grown stronger and richer.

   All women are chasing the luxurious style of the aristocratic circle.

   There is no woman who treats her face and hair a little bit less.

  He squinted his eyes in a somewhat lax manner, and his fingertips came to her neck.

  Her breathing was still extremely steady.

   It seems that... there is no vigilance.

  How could you be so careless.

  As a witch, she is in fear of being killed every day.

  No matter how weak a witch is, she can't sleep well.

   Isn’t she afraid that she will be killed by the Illuminati Church halfway through her sleep?

   Or, she hasn't been a witch long.

  So haven't cultivated vigilance yet?

  Shaar thought about many possibilities, but suddenly found that her breathing became a little heavy.

  She also blushed a little.

   It seems a little uncomfortable.

  His fingers pressed against her, making her unable to breathe.

  The young man's murderous, **** hand trembled slightly.

   Then, as if afraid to crush a piece of sugar cake, let go immediately.

  Bai Weiwei's face immediately improved, and then she naturally buried her face in his arms again.

   She seems to have practiced this posture a million times.

   If she hadn't been hugged like this before.

  Her instinct would not be so skilled.

  Before, who hugged her like this?

   Xia stared at her silently for a long time, his eyes still dark and cold.

  Finally, his strength accumulated, and with a force of his arm, he directly pulled her into his arms.

  Her soft face was even closer to his chest.

  Petite body, much lighter than a bird.

  His hands and feet are too slender and fragile, as if he could cut them off with a little effort.

   Is this caused by malnutrition?

   Xia Ya stared at her sleeping face, perhaps not without vigilance.

   It was hungry and tired that made me sleep so ignorantly.

  Xiaer was in a complicated mood for a moment, he stood up with great effort, and deliberately weighed her weight.

   Really, too light.

  This dilapidated house can be seen to have been brilliant before.

   At least not always poor.

  The wood of the floor, and the style of the fireplace.

   They all need to smash gold coins to get them out.

  Although there is only one room, it has a kitchen, bathroom, and a balcony.

  This is unimaginable in the real poor family.

   And the house is old, so it shouldn't be the little witch who asked people to build it.

  The old house is dilapidated, but it can be seen that it has a good decoration.

   It should be her mother, or some female relative, who is a witch.

   And she was marked as a witch by that relative.

  Maybe it was marked at a very young age.

  But the breath of the little witch does not smell of blood, nor does it have any traces of black magic cursing people.

  Hair and eyes also prove that she is good enough to even get started with black magic.

  Char observed carefully in his heart, and finally walked into the room.

   The room is not big, and the bed is also a single bed.

  He has been sleeping here all this time.

  The dry and warm bedding was specially dried by her.

   And she...

  Char raised his eyes and looked at the recliner beside the bed.

  That's where she huddled and spent this time.

  Char's eyes were fixed on the recliner for a while, and then he finally walked slowly to the bed.

  (end of this chapter)