Chapter 2582 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (106)

The next moment, she gently supported the back of his head with her fingers, and fed the warm soup into his lips little by little.

All of a sudden, Xiaya seemed to return to the time they spent together at the beginning.

At that time he couldn't move.

She is also a little bit, patiently feeding him.

But at that time she thought he was her lover.

But now, she was feeding him.

A similar scene, but a very different mood.

Bai Weiwei's voice was weak and sad, "Wake up, Shaar."

It's really his name now.

Not that damn dead man.

Xiaya didn't feel the pain at all, even if it hurt, he felt the pain happily.

I knew she was soft-hearted.

The hope he had put his life on had come true.

Bai Weiwei was crying and feeding him soup, thinking about how much soup was left, she was also hungry.

Patients do not need to eat too much.

So there should be more than half left.

After the feeding was almost done, Bai Weiwei turned around and drank the soup by herself.

Because it's too sad, I can't eat too much of the rest of the delicate food in the food box.

Bai Weiwei snorted coldly: Who is not a good actress?

After finishing the soup, she put down the bowl and turned around.

Just look into a pair of purple eyes, those eyes are ignorant and innocent.

The boy looked at her with some doubts, then he stretched out his hand with great effort, the scales on his arm were extremely delicate.

Pinching her wrist with his fingertips, Xiaya showed a weak smile, "Are you my... partner?"

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Oops, amnesia meme?

Bai Weiwei stared blankly at him, feeling that in terms of acting prowess, she had lost a bit.

The bowl in her hand loosened and dropped into the gold coins.

Then she looked at him a little helplessly, with tears rolling in her eyes, as if she was frightened.

"Shaar?"

Xia Ya stared at her curiously for a while, and the goodwill in his eyes was full.

"You're so pretty, and..."

He brought the back of her hand to his lips and licked it.

"You smell like me all over you, so you must be my partner."

Bai Weiwei shook her finger, as if she wanted to pull it back.

Xia Ya screamed in pain, his face was extremely pale.

Bai Weiwei froze and didn't dare to move.

Xia Ya immediately grinned and smiled foolishly: "It doesn't hurt."

The cloth strip on the chest, blood seeped out again.

Bai Weiwei seemed sure that he was not in the right state, she leaned over and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Lie down."

In order to catch her, he was about to sit up.

Xiaya stared blankly at her, caressing her wrist with his fingertips as if carelessly.

The genuine worry in her eyes made him obediently lie down.

Bai Weiwei's tone trembled, "You're injured, don't move, do you still know how to get clothes and food? You need medicine."

Shaar stared at her for a while, stretched out his hand with a pale face, and a gap suddenly opened in the air.

A pile of bandages and potions fell in.

It fell beside Bai Weiwei.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Xia Ya looked innocent and cute, "Medicine."

Bai Weiwei: What a professional and smart mentally handicapped person.

She didn't seem to care about asking anything, and immediately went to get the bandage, and then looked at the type of medicine.

In the end, he was re-wrapped with wound medicine.

Xia Ya lay obediently from the beginning to the end, the scales on his body still existed, and his eyes were also very ignorant.

Delicate and delicate teenagers, like decadent flowers on jewelry.

Blooming gorgeously, but also with a fragile temperament.

He relied extremely on holding Bai Weiwei's finger, "I can't remember anything in my mind, but I know I love you."

A rogue and innocent confession.

Bai Weiwei frowned to retort, but seeing the wound on his chest, all words were choked in her mouth.

Finally she sighed and said, "It's all my fault that you are doing this."

Shaar looked at her sideways, the light in his eyes under the eyelashes was delicate and beautiful.

"I think, I would rather let you be harmed."

Bai Weiwei's eyelashes fluttered and her breathing paused.

It seemed to be a little touched, but the girl finally turned her head slightly, only a blush appeared on her cheeks.

Delicate as a cherry.

The corner of Shaar's mouth slightly raised, he knew it would be so useful to pretend to be pitiful.

What kind of substitute is he.

The soft-hearted little witch is the cutest.

[Sub-line progress: Ninety-seven. 】

The system held the latest small dried fish and gnawed it expressionlessly.

He looked at the shy host who was actually paralyzed, and then at the pitiful but dark-bellied male lead.

Oh, it's all a trick.

Drama routine.