I am a witch who am I afraid of

"Che, I really didn't expect you to do such a thing?" Xingyu played with a large bunch of balloons in his hand.

She was really taken aback. Che, who looked so calm, had such a romantic side, and the object was herself.

"Accident?" he asked with a smile.

He just wanted to show his heart and let her see it.

"En..." Xingyu nodded, "But it's a waste of money and people."

With so many balloons, it would take a lot of effort to clean them up, alas, the price of romance.

Yu Wenche blushed slightly, "In fact, someone came up with this idea for me..." It was also the first time he did such a thing.

"Oh?" I would like to see you if I have the chance, "Where is the master?"

"My mother."

Xingyu was slightly surprised, "Really?...Che, then you should learn more from your mother, I'm not talking about you, sometimes you are really boring."

People feel that their hands are tied, and they have not let go of themselves to live.

"...You haven't answered my question yet, are you willing to accept me?" Yu Wenche asked with a faint smile, with a trace of persistence and anxiety in his tone.

"What would you do if I rejected you?" she asked half-jokingly.

His slightly frowned brows slowly relaxed, and he took a deep breath.

"Liking you is my own business. If you also like me, then we can form a circle. If not..." He slightly raised the corner of his mouth desolately, "At least this half of my arc is complete, I will treasure this kindness, but..."

He held her hand and pressed it against his heart.

"It hurts here, it hurts, it hurts...it hurts so much that I can never forget you."

Xing Yu looked at him, unable to speak a word.

Che, what should I do with you like this?

She tapped his brows lightly with her fingers, and twitched the corners of her mouth, "You are very cunning, you are soft-hearted when you bully me..."

He secretly expected, "Will you?" Will it?

Her watery eyes stared at his face and shook her head.

"No. If I don't feel that way, I'll tell you directly. It's only fair to you and worthy of my heart, isn't it?"

Yes, but you know what?I can give up everything, it is enough to keep you.

Yu Wenche squirmed his lips, but still didn't say a word.

Xingyu patted his cheek, "But I can give you a chance, come and chase me, maybe one day in the future I will fall in love with you."

There was a faint light in his eyes.

"Hey, don't you think I'm bad? I'm hanging on to you like this." She patted him on the back playfully.

She should have persuaded him to find other happiness, but she couldn't say it out loud, isn't she very bad?

He smiled softly, and brushed a lock of hair from her temples with his slender fingers.

"Then I'm unlucky. . . . I've heard a saying, and what I want to do is like what it says - put a deck chair for you in the shady garden, within your reach Put 10 glasses of iced milk in place."

Xingyu laughed "poof", but the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

Che, try hard to make me like you, otherwise... what should you do?

……

……

It's been a week, and he hasn't seen anyone except Chen Bo, the housekeeper.

He didn't know when he started to have a fever, he felt light all over, and could only lie powerlessly on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze.

No doctor came to see him. He knew that Eason had come to see his condition, but that man didn't even give him a chance to visit him.

Want him dead?He smiled self-deprecatingly.

How many times is this?He survived tenaciously every time.

Don't want to see him?Then he wants to live!

He coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs, as if he wanted to cough up all the pain and despair.

His face was as bright red as the bright maple red behind the mountains in autumn, strange and coquettish.

The curtains in the room tightly cut him off from the outside world, and sometimes he wondered—is he dead?This dark room is his tomb.

Suddenly, brilliant sunlight shone in, accompanied by the crisp and loud sound of glass breaking, which made him unable to open his eyes.

"Oh--!"

"Whew!" The girl who flew in through the window slammed into shit.

"Dead broom, rotten broom, broken broom, I'm going to pull out your stinky hair to make a fan, and then throw you into the fire as fuel! You don't look at the road when you walk!" Oh, her waist!

"Alas..." A sigh came from under her, "Your Highness, it's you who should lose weight, okay? I'm so tired that my broomstick is about to break..."

Is it because the food in the human world is too nutritious?

The one who spoke was a strange broom-like thing with a pair of small wings on the handle, and it fluttered its wings while talking.

"Dare you say I'm fat?" The girl rewarded it with a chestnut, "Okay! I'll crush you to death and crush you to death..."

"Help me..." Oh, it has to be written on its tombstone - it was squeezed to death by an arrogant fat woman of the demon race, please be vigilant to others of the same kind.

"Can any of you tell me if I'm dead?" A weak and calm voice came from the bed.

Starting to hallucinate?

"Hi! Yao! Long time no see! I'm here to visit you, is that enough of a friend?"

The girl sat on the dying Mr. Broom and said with a smile.