Release that Witch

"I understand," Roland lifted her to the waist and gently put it on the bed. The simple movement of light made him panting. Uncovering the thin blanket and turning over the bed, Anna leaned sideways and put her head on his arm.

Next should be... foreplay?

He found himself nervous, so he couldn't do it. As an "experienced" person, he couldn't show up in front of the little girl. Maybe you have to use a light chat to ease the atmosphere, and then do the action, such as ... first talk about a yellow paragraph?

Just as he was thinking about it, Anna’s soft voice rang in his ear: “When you pushed me on a hot air balloon, I never thought I might die?”

Roland groaned and didn't expect the other person to ask this. "I just did it subconsciously."

"You are the ruler of the Grey Fort and the hope of the witches," she whispered. "I don't deserve it."

"This is not a worthless problem," Roland said with a chuckle. "I can't watch you being attacked and indifferent. In fact, I woke up and thought carefully, if things didn't happen so suddenly, let I have time to think about it before I make a decision. I will still do that."

"I can't stop you, right?"

"Well, no." Roland squeezed her nose with the other hand.

Anna’s eyelashes fell down, and after a moment of silence, she said, “Can you tell me about your previous story... I want to know more.”

"Oh, before?" Roland spit out. He searched the memory of the next four princes and was preparing to talk about the two kings' fun, but he swallowed it back. His past does not belong here, but another very different world. "I used to live in a big city, very big."

"Well, the gray castle kings are much bigger than the border town."

"I didn't differ from ordinary people after I was born. Some of them are smart, but they are not smart enough. Learning is hard, so they are often praised by teachers, but he doesn't know that the graffiti on the classroom wall is hard to wipe. I drew it."

"Of course he can't blame you," Anna whispered softly.

"Haha, that's not, he doesn't need to be like me, just tell my parents," Roland smiled and shook his head. "At that time they taught me to never give up."

“And then, as I grew older, my teacher kept changing, from junior teachers to tutors, and finally completed all my studies with good or bad grades. Of course, compared to other children’s children, it’s worse. cut……"

He half-closed his eyes and slowly revealed his experience. This kind of unscrupulous communication experience has not been experienced for a long time. Since he came here, he has always played the role of a prince. At this moment, he feels that he has returned to the past, as if he is lying in a hotel full of classical style, and he is very familiar with the Chinese girl. Also gradually relaxed.

Maybe the next step?

Roland turned his head slightly, only to find that Anna had closed her eyes, and the chest on her side was slightly undulating, falling asleep like a cat.

He gave a slight glimpse, and then could not help but laugh out loud.

It turned out to be... she is also tired.

Think about it too. In order to conceal the whereabouts, the witches found the place in the mountains the night before, and they had to guard against the beasts and the devils. They didn’t sleep for almost one night. When the day just dawned, they continued to rise to the side. Township. After returning to the castle, Anna spent the night in her bedroom. There was no rest for two days and two nights. It was easy to let the tiredness of the previous depression burst out when it was tight and loose. Now it’s not tired. .

Probably the other party’s decision was made in an anxious wait.

Although it is a pity, Roland does not care about this time, and the days ahead are still very long.

He leaned forward and kissed Anna's long eyelashes and whispered, "Good night."

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When the morning light was thrown into the room through the curtain gap, Sylvie climbed up from the big bed and couldn't help but yawn.

These days of experience are as incredible as dreaming. From discovering the devil to killing in the air, and finally fleeing back to Bianbu Town, she feels that even if she is chased by the church, she will not be so nervous and exhausted.

"Good morning," Wendy had already changed her clothes, and was holding a basin of water to prepare for washing.

"Good morning," she nodded. "You got up very early."

"Older," Wendy smiled. "The time spent sleeping is getting less and less."

"Ah... is it dawn?" The night blinked. "It seems that I have to make up for a nap at noon today."

"I didn't sleep well last night?"

"Well, I have had a lot of dreams."

Hillvi pouted in disapproval. She clearly saw the other person stealing herself to the third floor of the castle last night. She also squatted in front of the door of the Lord’s adult, but because of the special ability of the nightingale, she did not know that she wanted to go. What to do, in short, come back very late. "You didn't last night..."

When the words just opened, the nightingale suddenly turned his head and looked straight at Silvi. The slightest look of the eye said that the latter immediately closed his mouth. The strength of this co-helper's number one fighting witch is obvious to all. In the air, the spectacle of the ghosts is still vivid. Put it on the sleeping island, I am afraid that the ash adult will not be her opponent. For her silent warning, Hillie felt that she should not be too curious.

"What happened last night?" Wendy said strangely.

"Cough," she said. "I heard her snoring last night. It should be due to the energy consumption in these few days."

"I think so too," the night sherbling shrugged off his robes, revealing a well-coordinated body, and began to wear his underwear.

Having said that, even Wendy has completely accepted the clothing, and there is still a tendency to recommend it to himself.

I have to say that His Royal Highness Roland is really a terrible person.

But thinking of him at this time, there was a warmth in the heart of Hilvey.

It turns out that there is a nobleman who can be hurt for a witch.

When she saw Roland's appearance as she pushed Anna away, she felt that something was touched in her heart. All the witches in the co-help club are not the tools they control, but his important subordinates, even... companions. The reaction of that moment could not be deceived. He was really standing on the side of the witch, just like Tilly Wimbledon.

If Roland can stand together with Tilly and bring together the power of the two places, maybe it can really create a new country where witches and ordinary people do not share each other.

She decided to write a letter to Master Tilly.

Your Royal Highness is your brother, this is great. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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