I'm really a witch

Darcy felt that he should say something, no, he must say something, otherwise he might be bursting with excitement.

Circe had never seen the gentleman smile so warmly.God knows, where did he learn the love words, so that he can talk so endlessly.

My face must be terribly red right now.Circe tried not to raise her hands to her face.She wanted to run away for a moment, but she was a little bit reluctant.What are you reluctant to bear?She asked this question in her heart, and she blushed even more in embarrassment.

The archbishop wanted to jump in anger.Although he is also very pleased with the fact that Mr. Darcy has a favorite girl from the bottom of his heart, it doesn't mean that he can accept a witch!Even Kretica has to be weighed.So he immediately wanted to change his attitude towards Circe, as if the previous softening was an illusion.

Circe has no time for him now!She was surprised that she actually said such a thing.She really agreed to Mr. Darcy's proposal?She is going to put on a wedding dress like her sister, sit in a carriage, and have a new home?

Is she being too hasty?Would this really be a good choice?But she felt strangely happy, as if some great wish had been fulfilled, and she didn't seem to feel any regrets at all.This was strange, since Mr. Darcy had not met her standard of marriage object at all before.

Before?When did she approve of this option?It seemed to be inexplicable but let nature take its course, and then on a certain day, at a certain moment, she suddenly felt that marrying this person might be very good.

He has the best estate.He has such a beautiful soul.He said he would accept you.With him, you can talk a lot and do a lot of things unscrupulously.Why should I reject him?I probably have a crush on him too.

So Circe smiled happily, raised her head against her flushed face, and repeated earnestly: "I want to marry you."

Seeing something from that small face, Darcy was stunned for a moment, and his high heart, which was blown by fluttering joy, suddenly settled down.He closed his mouth and took a step forward to hug him into his arms.Just like he always wanted to do.

The two hugged for a long time, so long that the archbishop couldn't help but let out a series of coughs.Too bad no one could hear it.The unmarried couple who have just confirmed their relationship are completely trapped in a sweet and soft world, unable to hear the movement outside.

After all, Mr. Darcy remembered an old gentleman standing beside him.He slowly let go of his hand, but still stood close to the girl. He might have to maintain this state for a while.Wait until he has completely calmed down.

Rubbing her face, Circe couldn't hide the sly smile at all, and she even seemed a little proud: "Don't worry, I will take good care of Mr. Darcy's soul."

He tapped the ground heavily with the scepter, and the old man said angrily, "Don't expect me to marry you!" With a wave of his hand, he broke the magic around him and left.

"Don't worry, what he means is that he will witness the marriage for us." Darcy lowered his head to reassure her.

"I said no!" The old man's angry voice came from afar.

Circe blinked half-understanding.

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When she reunited with the little girl, Georgiana saw at a glance that there was something wrong between the two.They looked much closer than usual, as if the last bit of gender distance had been erased.

Feeling preoccupied, Georgiana yelled at Circe affectionately: "Sister-in-law!" Seeing her blushing face quickly, the little girl laughed happily.

Soon, the whole manor knew the good news.For this reason, Grandma Renault specially asked the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous meal for celebration.Pemberley was on the point of having a mistress.As she muttered like this, the lines at the corners of her eyes folded deeply.

"I'm going to write a letter to Charlotte!" Circe turned around in the room, and then pulled Georgiana around, her skirt curling up beautifully.Darcy was watching them play, with a smile on his face all the time.

"Then you should write quickly!" Georgiana urged her excitedly, "Write it right away, and it would be best to send it out before dinner!"

"Then maybe you'd like to come to the study, I think you're already familiar with it." Darcy took the conversation along the way, he was implying that Christmas Eve!

Seeing that Circe turned her face around and was about to stare at him, Darcy took her hand in a good-tempered manner, and let her open her eyes and dismiss him: "Let's go, I should write a few letters too."

Georgiana watched them go upstairs, and buried herself in the chair with her face in her hands. "Well, that's very pleasant, isn't it?" she asked herself, giggling.

The furnishings of the study are no different from what I saw last time.Except that the books on the desk have changed.

"Only one table." Sercy pointed out the fact calmly.

"Yeah, so we can..." Sitting together, sharing a table.Darcy didn't have time to say this.

Circe quickly pulled out a piece of paper and turned it into a small table, and brought a chair, and sat down safely.She glanced sideways at Darcy, as if asking what he was going to say.

Okay, I forgot again that my little girl is a witch.Darcy sat down helplessly and shook his head: "It's nothing."

Circe seemed to have thought of something: "Will someone come in?" She looked a little wary.

Darcy was about to say that no one would enter the study unless he gave his permission, and then stopped short.Pursing his lower lip, he slightly shifted his gaze away: "It's possible."

"Ah..." Circe nodded understandingly, turned the table back into paper with a wave of his hand, and sat down beside him with a chair, "Then it looks like we're going to use a table."

"Hmm." Feeling the faint fragrance quickly approaching around him, Darcy hooked the corners of his mouth.

When writing the letter, both of them tacitly did not speak.Have to admit, it feels good.

Circe never wrote long letters, and she always used to describe things in simple terms.Obviously, when they were face-to-face, they could talk enthusiastically for a long time, but there were only a few short lines left on the letter paper.

It was very quiet in the study, only the slight sound of the pen tip scratching the paper could be heard.After writing for a while, Darcy couldn't help looking sideways.Then he was taken aback, and the sound of his writing stopped abruptly for a long while.

This caused Circe to stop and look at him: "What's the matter?" The little girl's expression was blank, but that didn't make people ignore the pen she was hanging on the letter paper.

In fact, Miss Witch just needs to sit there and think hard, and this pen will do everything for her.Even if you want to modify it, it is an extremely simple matter, and there is no need for her to do it herself.

Circe followed his gaze and looked over, suddenly realized: "You can do it too." She pointed to the pen in Darcy's hand, "I have added this function in it, but you probably need to get used to it for a while. "

Not just for a while.Mr. Darcy, who freed his hands under Circe's guidance, almost caused the poor pen to draw afterimages on the paper because his thoughts turned too fast.The handwriting quickly filled most of the letter paper.

Circe looked at him enviously: "How can you think of so many things to say?" She pointed to the poor lines on her paper, a little shocked.

Operating to delete the redundant words on the paper, Darcy comforted her skillfully: "It's just because I have written a lot of letters. If you write more, you can write quickly."

"Forget it then." Circe sighed and shook his head. "Writing letters is too difficult." In order to make these two letters seem too short, Circe had to include the travel experience of the past few days. .By the time she had finished, Darcy had written five or six letters.This made her regret for a moment that she taught him how to be lazy, maybe she would not be so far behind if she wrote it by hand.

Puffing her lips, Miss Witch tapped on the letter paper, and the two pieces of paper were automatically folded into paper cranes.Even if she appeared to be just a little more lively than usual, in fact she was almost overwhelmed by some kind of strong emotion.

Quickly holding Circe's hand, Darcy almost snatched the two paper cranes: "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Looking at the paper cranes, Circe reacted suddenly, and frantically restored them to their original shape, as if afraid that they would fly away if she was not careful.

Darcy looked at her and suddenly smiled.It seems that he has confirmed something that makes people happy, and he can't restrain his happy mood at all.

"I'm probably too excited." Circe frowned, pushed the letter and put it together with Darcy's, "you have to watch me, I always feel that I will be in the room next moment light fireworks."

She put on a serious face, but couldn't hold back her smile, and soon leaned back in the chair like a leak.

"I want to watch the fireworks." Darcy leaned closer and propped the little girl up, and repeated, "I want to watch, okay?" He probably seldom made such a request, and his ears turned red.

Is he too close?Dizzy, stimulated by the brilliant colors that were almost touching the face, Circe subconsciously moved closer and closer.This soul is hers now, so it's okay to touch it.Miss Witch licked her lips excitedly.

Then she was pressed into his arms in the next second, and her face was pressed against her chest.

"It's so beautiful." The little girl murmured from her chest.She dawdled and moved her face closer to the core of her soul.It was a position with the most intense color of the soul, and it was carefully wrapped.

Darcy couldn't help but hold the back of the girl's head firmly so that she wouldn't move.

The soft flesh on Circe's cheeks was crushed, and he spoke indistinctly: "Loosen, let go, I'm going to lose sight."

I just don't want you to continue watching.Darcy's Adam's apple rolled, thinking calmly.

"Quick, let go quickly."

"I'll just take another look, one more look. Really!"

"Your clothes are so hard, your face is going to be red."

"...I won't set off fireworks for you."

Darcy's hand loosened, and when Circe was about to raise his head, he pushed him back again, causing the girl to struggle desperately.

"I really won't let you go!" Miss Witch shouted angrily after failing to struggle.

"...Well." Darcy rubbed the hair on the back of her head, "then don't let it go."