I'm really a witch

London winter nights are not kind, especially to two people who have just emerged from a room with a burning fireplace.Walking in such weather, it is no wonder that Mr. Gardner looked surprised.

But for Miss Witch, this has never been something to worry about.Darcy didn't see her doing anything, probably just touched her body, and her expression was visibly relaxed.Then she reached out and tapped Darcy's arm.Circe wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but he was so tall that it became very strenuous.

It was as if the warmth of the fireplace rushed out of the door and rushed to him, smoothing the taut skin from the cold.Even though he had long accepted that the little girl was a magical witch, he still couldn't help showing a look of surprise in front of her endless little magic tricks.

"It's amazing." Darcy praised, and couldn't help but put the back of his hand to his face.

"That's great?" Circe looked at him suspiciously, she really didn't think it was something worth talking about.Which wizard doesn't know the magic of keeping warm?But this didn't stop her from being happy about it, "You will be even more surprised later!" The little girl vowed to guarantee it.

The place Circe was looking for was probably the darkest corner in the garden, so she had to snap her fingers and create a small ball of light, holding it in the palm of her hand.The bright but not dazzling light looks very gentle in the dark.

Seeing that Darcy kept looking at the ball of light in his hand, Circe hesitated for a moment, and tugged at his sleeve with one free hand: "Do you want to take one too?"

Darcy was taken aback, he really didn't think about it: "Can I do it? Isn't this, um, something that can only be used by magic?"

Circe was amused by his rare stupefaction and laughed out loud: "What are you talking about, it's just a little magic, anyone can hold it." She paused, adjusted her breathing, "Do you want Other colors are also available."

Following her words, the small ball of light in her palm changed colors in coordination, red, orange, yellow, green, and finally turned into a colorful one, flickering on and off.

The little girl kneaded the dumpling, shaped it into various shapes, and said casually: "It seems that there are some so-called supernatural phenomena, such as seeing green fire in the dark, and some of them are created by wizards to specialize in Scary." She pinched out two long ears at last, excitedly held them up to Darcy, and continued, "I've seen those guys, relying on the magic of sound insulation, laughing I'm so happy."

Darcy looked at the colorful rabbit in the little girl's hand, feeling very delicate.Among the legends about witches he heard when he was a child, which one was not evil and ugly?In the end, when he really saw a living witch, it turned out to be such a cute little girl.No greasy hair, no hooked nose, no crooked chin, and she can even enjoy making a little bunny for a long time.

I reached out and touched the "rabbit"'s long ears, and the feeling was wonderful.Not as fuzzy as he thought it might be, but you can never say it isn't soft.In the palm of my hand, I could feel the temperature from the light dumpling, it was not hot, like a cup of hot tea with a moderate temperature.

Circe simply let go, letting the "rabbit" run casually in the air, leaving streaks of colored light in the darkness.It just so happened that she also had two hands free, and immediately added the magic of invisibility, so as to ensure that no one would be frightened by the strange phenomenon inside when passing by the garden.

"You haven't told me what color you want." Circe held out a ball of light again and asked him sideways.

"I don't have any favorite color, why don't you choose one for me?" When Darcy said this, it was not at all obvious that he was guilty.There will be no color he likes there, the little girl's eyes are his favorite color.It's a pity that he was afraid of scaring people away by speaking out.It's rare that the atmosphere is so good today.

"Hmm." Circe nodded thoughtfully, looked up at him, then quickly lowered her head, moving quickly.If Darcy hadn't been paying attention to her all the time, I'm afraid she would have missed her little moves.

"What's the matter?" Noticing that the momentary point of the little girl's gaze was at the position that baffled him, Darcy asked along the way.

The light cluster in Circe's hand has turned into a beautiful golden green, as if flowing slowly in a girl's hand, showing a fantastic beauty in the night.

Hearing Darcy's question, Circe raised his head and motioned for him to stretch out his hand.After sending the light ball over, she explained unhurriedly: "This is the color of your soul, isn't it beautiful?"

"Soul?" I have to say, this reason was beyond Darcy's expectations, which made him hold the light ball with a little caution, as if he really held his soul in his hands like.

But he was quite satisfied with the color of his soul, which was very similar to the little girl's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little secret joy.It seems that some kind of wonderful tacit understanding has been established between the two.

"Yes," Circe nodded, stopped, and drew a circle on his chest in the air, "It's right here, do you want to see it?"

Darcy was completely stunned. He touched his chest subconsciously, looking expectant.

"Then lower your head." Circe waved at him, "You're too tall, I can't touch you."

Darcy bent down obediently, and the distance between the two was quickly shortened.He could even feel the little girl's soft breath on his chest.Should he take a step back?Would Circe think he was being rude?

But he soon lost his entangled thoughts.Cercifi didn't step back, but took another step forward.This distance is really too short, so close that Darcy only needs to raise his hand a little, and he can completely hug the little girl in his arms.In fact, the current posture of the two, from a distance, is already a hug.

The hands stuck to the corners of the clothes were clenched tightly, and there was even faint sweat in the palms of the hands.Darcy felt that his throat was a little dry, and he swallowed uncomfortably.

Circe was oblivious to this.The magic that allows ordinary people to see the soul is not as simple as keeping warm or changing into a light ball. She has to be focused and cautious, and be careful not to make mistakes.

"Close your eyes." Circe whispered, opening and closing her lips in such a close position was really an irresistible temptation.Darcy closed his eyes almost in embarrassment.Immediately, a warm and soft hand covered her.

"Don't blink, it's very itchy." The little girl complained softly, it sounded like she was acting like a spoiled child.Pursing his lips, Darcy tried hard to restrain his messy thoughts.

Seeing that he was still, Circe breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered a spell.Darcy thought a little desperately that those legends that witches can confuse people's minds might be true.He listened to his little witch chanting spells, and he almost wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her.so terrible.He spurned himself, but couldn't help feeling restless.

The more depressed he was, the more lengthy the string of incantations seemed to be.The little girl's soft voice rang in her ears, and the temperature of her palm could be clearly felt on her eyelids.With his eyes closed, other senses are always more obvious, at least right now he can feel the unique breath of his little girl continuously getting into his nose, making people dizzy with burning sensation.

"Okay." Circe withdrew her hand and breathed a sigh of relief, "Your face is very red, is it because the magic to keep you warm is too hot?"

"...I'm fine." Darcy shook his eyelids and opened them.Then he showed a shocked look.

Circe took a few steps back in cooperation, so that he could see the whole picture of his soul more easily: "How does it feel? Do you feel very uncomfortable?"

"It's beautiful." No, it should be said that he couldn't believe that there is such a beautiful scenery in this world.This is a work of art.

Pleased by his unabashed obsession, Circe was rarely shy.With a blushing face, she tugged at the hem of her skirt, motioning for him to look down at her too: "Your soul is the most beautiful I've ever seen." She smiled suddenly, "Oh, do you remember last time? Rand is just worried that I will steal your soul away! I really don't know why he would think so." She shook her head helplessly, then stopped stiffly, and pursed her lower lip unnaturally.

Darcy was immersed in the shock, and didn't notice the strangeness that flashed across the girl's expression.He thought frantically, why would she need to steal it?As long as his little girl wants it, I'm afraid he will personally offer it.

"This magic won't last long," Circe explained, trying to suppress the awkwardness.She looked around, nodded, and whispered, "This place is very suitable."

She held out her hand to Darcy, beckoning him to hand her the pen.Seeing her reaching out her hand, Darcy subconsciously thought that she was really begging for his soul. He looked a little dazed, and couldn't help clasping her wrist, as if he was about to reach out to his chest.

Circe was a little dazed by his movement.She moved slightly to make him stop: "This is it, do you want me to take it myself?"

Darcy was also stunned, he hesitated a little: "But I can't take it out by myself?" Can he take out the soul by himself without magic?

"Huh?" Circe looked at his hands and then at his jacket pocket, completely oblivious to how difficult it was.She also hesitated, "Do you really want me to get it?" Would it be inappropriate?

Darcy nodded: "Well, come on." His expression looked a little serious, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

Infected by his expression, Circe couldn't help becoming serious.

Darcy lowered his eyes slightly, watching the little girl's slender fingers getting closer and closer to his chest, feeling nervous and indescribably excited for a moment.

Then the hand turned a corner and reached into his jacket pocket.The fingertips felt a little cold, and they were pressed to the chest through the clothes, carrying a heart-pounding temperature.

Circe's movements were quick. She took out the pen and put it away. She looked at Shang Dazang with a lot of complicated thoughts and shook the pen in her hand: "Uh, it doesn't look difficult?"

Darcy didn't speak, just looked at her with heavy eyes, making Circe feel guilty for no reason.Just before Circe couldn't bear to ask questions, he looked away as if nothing had happened.