Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 2561 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (85)

  Bai Weiwei made a bitter face, forget it, old-fashioned is old-fashioned.

  Thanks for this innovation.

   She finished her tea and put down the cup, continuing to think about the strategy plan.

  Because she was too engrossed in staring out of the window, when the surrounding air became quiet, she turned around slowly.

   I saw that the maid had already stepped back.

  The young man walked in gracefully, he untied his coat and threw it on the chair.

  Under his honey-colored hair, the indifferent killing intent in his purple eyes has not faded, as if he had experienced a battle outside just now.

  The body is full of wind and snow and the smell of blood.

  Take off the coat and gorgeous underwear.

  The boy with his upper body bare, his smooth and delicate complexion is whiter than snow.

  The smelly clothes were all taken off.

  He was wearing long trousers, and walked directly to the girl sitting on the chair obediently.

  The cat accompanying the girl stood up, rubbed against Bai Weiwei's ankle, and was about to let out a flattering cry.

  Char kicked it, and the cat rolled in a circle and disappeared outside the door.

   Then Shaar smiled and said, "Miss me? Weiwei."

  Bai Weiwei lowered her eyes, expressionless, her lips were pursed like a porcelain doll, lifeless.

  Bai Weiwei frowned, pinching her palm tightly with her fingers.

  Want to resist, but think of something, so I can only look away indifferently.

  Shaar's fingers combed her long hair gently.

  It doesn't matter if she is indifferent, or she doesn't like him.

  He was terribly gentle to her.

  Except for coercion on a certain matter, he obeyed her almost everything.

   And of course going out.

  The wife of the Grand Duke Rose is weak, and rumors that she will not recover after a long illness have spread everywhere.

  The aristocratic circle is actually similar to gossiping women.

  Any rumor can spread throughout the imperial capital overnight.

  Char squatted beside her chair, playing with her beautiful fingers, and resting her face on her lap.

  Like the magical long-haired cat he bought for her, she squinted and smiled cutely.

   "Weiwei, antique jewelry is being auctioned at the noble banquet today. What kind of jewelry do you like? May I buy it for you?"

  Bai Weiwei: Antique jewelry, do you have a ruby ​​the size of a pigeon egg? Got an emerald the size of a fist? Yes, come to a basket to open your eyes.

  She also likes gems.

   After all, it is so shiny that it can be used as a light bulb.

  But as a naive, romantic and loyal little witch (…)

  Her response: "I don't like it."

   After she finished speaking, she seemed to think of something, her brows were wrinkled, and her tone was hesitant and jerky.

   "I...I mean I don't know what I like, and if I could see it, I might know."

  When she said this, she was too nervous.

   As a result, his tone was trembling, and even his eyes were erratic.

  She wants to go out.

   I really want to go out.

  So obvious that even a lie is so perfunctory.

  Shaar’s smile remained the same, but the coldness in his eyes spread out.

  He rubbed the skirt on her knees, the soft cloth, made of the finest silk.

  Luxurious cage, noble prison.

   bound his most precious girl.

  When I was in that small house, every time I saw her doing housework seriously and working hard to support the family.

   Although warm and sweet.

  But what flashed through his mind was that she should stay in the luxurious castle he built.

   Not to be hit by a little wind and rain, not to do a little labor, and not to be touched by a little hardship and poverty.

  (end of this chapter)