Chapter 2505 The Witch of Duke Rose (25)

This man turned out not to be her father, uncle, or uncle or something.

Is a lover.

Thought she was lying to him, but didn't think so.

She really has a lover who is in love.

And she used him as a substitute for the man who wrote this line?

Xia Ya's gray-purple eyes stared at the line of words as if they were frozen.

I don't know how long he watched, and he murmured, biting his teeth lightly.

"Vivi?"

her name?

Pretty cute.

It's just that her eyes are not good, and she has mistaken her own lover.

If she knew that the resurrected man who had exhausted everything, it was someone else.

How desperate.

Just thinking about it... makes me happy.

Char looked up at a mirror that was casually placed on the ground.

The mirror is gray, but you can see that the teenager is wearing simple civilian clothes, but the fit is shabby.

However, there is still no trace of youthful aristocratic temperament.

Xia Ya's purple eyes are extremely cold and beautiful.

He stretched out his hand, and his slender fingertips tugged the button of his collar at will, revealing his delicate collarbone.

The rose-colored youth, his thin lips twitched slightly, his smile was indescribably wicked and gorgeous.

"You want me to be a stand-in, and don't see if you can pay the price."

Let the bloody Duke Rose be her stand-in puppet.

But very expensive.

He whispered softly, and repeated softly again: "Weiwei."

The voice of a dreamy sigh is gorgeous and tactful.

But very indifferent.

Bai Weiwei waited for the favorability reminder, waited, waited, and fell asleep.

No favorability alert sounded either.

She confirmed again that Xia Ya, a stingy and cruel ghost, even thought that the two of them were lovers before they lost their memory.

No guilt either.

Maybe this skeleton had a particularly cold and hard personality when he was alive.

So no memory is regarded as no emotion.

Even if you believe that the two of them are lovers, your favorability will not increase.

Because of the lack of favorability, she slept very hard.

Her delicate brows were tightly wrinkled in her sleep.

The grievance was extremely obvious.

The boy has almost used up the last ounce of his strength.

He moved with difficulty into the room.

Seeing the sleeping girl, biting her beautiful lower lip and frowning.

A trace of aggrieved tears appeared in the corner of his eyes.

Seems like... thinking about that damn, dead and rotten man?

Xia Ya stared at her quietly and indifferently for a while, and under her honey-colored curly hair, those gray-purple eyes were so cold that it oozing cold.

How similar is he to that man?

Will she be wrong?

There was a slight doubt in Xia Ya's heart.

But soon, because Bai Weiwei slept too happily, she turned over, and turned half of her body out of the bed in one fell swoop.

She moved again, and the whole person was about to fall off the simple single bed.

The interruption cleared the doubts in his mind.

He took a few steps forward with a blank face, then gently reached out and gently hugged her.

Finally, put her on the floor with the quilt.

She slept soundly, her small body, wrapped in the quilt, was like a lovely sweet roll.

The fair face, protected by warm magic, still had a comfortable blush.

Xia Ya ignored her, he had exhausted his last strength.

He leaned on his side and lay softly on the bed.

Once again become an immobile sculpture.

Bai Weiwei's gentle breathing was the only sound in the dim light.

In the quiet night, he stared at the ceiling.

There's even spider silk.