White Moonlight who woke up and became a paranoid wizard

Chapter 87 Walking towards her against the light

Arthur's clear eyes were full of water, as if they were filled with thousands of stars.

The corners of his lips drooped slightly, and his innocent look was perfectly interpreted by him.

Even though Cinderella had ten thousand words to complain about him in her heart, she couldn't say them out for a while.

Sighing helplessly, Cinderella rubbed his soft hair.

"It's okay, I'm not angry, but don't do this kind of prank next time!"

With his tiny fingers running through the hair, Arthur enjoyed Cinderella's touch, like a docile golden retriever just lying on the lawn and basking in the sun, but there was a hint of subtle cunning in his eyes.

He knew he was wrong and would dare to do it again next time.

Cinderella tucked her sweat-soaked hair behind her ears and continued washing the dishes with her head down.

The sound of cool running water is extremely pleasant.

Arthur leaned against the cabinet, his eyes falling on the little figure.

The afternoon sun lavishly sprinkled on her body, mottled the soft outline, and Arthur's eyes became darker and darker.

She was not wary of him, but he had ulterior motives for her.

This heavy emotion was always lingering in his heart, and Arthur couldn't contain himself.

Step by step, Arthur's chin rested on Cinderella's shoulder, greedily sniffing her cold fragrance.

The little girl in her arms visibly stiffened and quietly moved a small step forward, while the latter followed closely by taking a small step forward.

Cinderella: "..." He is like a tiger skin plaster!
Cinderella had never been in such close contact with another male before. She stood helpless in place, clutching the edge of the bowl tightly with her little hands, almost crying.

Arthur kept lowering his eyes and watching her reaction. He saw the roots of her ears turning bright red little by little, and saw the fine hairs on her neck standing up nervously. He breathed out slightly, but she held her breath and did not dare to move.

It's just plain cute.

Arthur's fascinated eyes became more and more gentle, his fingertips slid across Cinderella's slightly hot ears, and gently brushed her hair. When she was about to jump away like a frightened white rabbit, Arthur finally agreed let her go.

Putting away his playful smile, Arthur placed a gentle kiss on Cinderella's hair. He raised his eyes again, and the smile on Arthur's handsome face was extremely gentle——

"Sister, you must remember me next time I come to see you."

Cinderella looked up at him blankly.

Looking against the light, Arthur's figure was hidden in the darkness. He could only vaguely see the outline, but couldn't see clearly.

But those blue eyes became clearer and clearer, without any impurities, and they were firmly locked on her body. The emotion in their eyes was wrapped in love, desire and begging, and it became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to overflow.

Cinderella only felt that the voice in her chest was getting louder and louder.

Arthur, that noble foreign prince, at this moment, he looks like an angel walking towards her against the light.
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Cinderella couldn't understand why this distinguished man would bother her.

On identity, talent, beauty...

Cinderella counted on her little fingers.

It seems that no matter how you look at it, she is the one who towers over him.

In a flash, Cinderella seemed to suddenly think of something. She was slightly startled, and suddenly she covered her extremely red cheeks and lay on the cold stone table in the garden to fan herself.

The horoscope has not been written yet.

She didn't even know what Arthur was thinking about her, so he was just thinking about "climbing high" here?
but……

Cinderella painfully recalled the way Arthur looked at her that day.

To describe it as affectionate is not an exaggeration.

(End of this chapter)