Aunt Deli stayed here for five days, and the boy slept under my magic for five days.

Everything was quiet and calm, and sometimes I might have forgotten about the boy's existence if it weren't for the loss of some of the mana to keep the sleeping magic alive.

I leisurely swirled the black tea in my hand, and the chocolate crumbs floated on the surface, and the brown chocolate crumbs gradually sank into the rich black tea under the stirring of external forces. The floating black tea reflected my appearance, black hair and red eyes, the standard characteristic of a witch.

The raven flapped its wings and landed on my shoulder.

"Little Miss, is it really okay for that teenager to sleep all the time."

"It's not good, and it won't die."

“........”

I don't want to fight with Aunt Daily for someone who has nothing to do with me, put down the teacup, well, it's not worth it.

I hate trouble, I hate it very much, I don't think anyone likes trouble, hates trouble and becomes an instinct, except for the so-called heroes, I once read a comic book that says that heroes like to ask for trouble, and I am probably the opposite, after living for a few days, Aunt Dai Li is almost tired, I think to a friend who doesn't like to talk, plus the barren entertainment life here, is a person who is quickly bored, except for my kind of dead house.

A long, long time ago, before I started working, I was really a dead house, and then I had to go out to see the light of day again in order to make a living.

When I looked up again, the dark sky had already been invaded by the sunset, blue-violet, pink-purple, and yellow-pink colors, and the beauty instantly caught my eye, making me come back to my senses for a long time, and I couldn't help but want to say, 'It's beautiful, this sunset'. Aunt Daili saw me like a child, chuckled and took a sip of the teacup, looking at me with a nostalgic look in her eyes, as if she was looking at someone through me, I knew who she was looking at, such Aunt Deli reminded me of the woman who cried like a child at my 'mother' funeral, and my heart couldn't help but become soft.

Sometimes I think that Aunt Daili is actually the illegitimate daughter of my 'mother', and I was brought from the trash can by my 'mother'. At my 'mother' funeral, as a daughter, I never shed a single tear, like the legendary ruthless and murderous witch, while Aunt Deli, who was an outsider, cried so much that she almost fainted.

Ah, I really feel orange when I think about it.

"I think I'm probably leaving, little baby Garhi doesn't look very welcoming to me."

Ah, what a sensitive person.

"Why, Aunt Dai Li can stay as long as she wants." I took a sip of black tea and lowered my eyelids.

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[Miss, if that young man continues to sleep, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on. 】

"Ahh I looked at my fingers, which had been cut by a knife and fork and were bleeding, and were constantly full of blood beads.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I wiped it with a paper towel and continued to eat for dinner. "Aunt Daili, are you going to leave tonight?"

"Well, the little rabbit cub at home, I'm not at home, they're just making a fuss, just now your housekeeper said that they actually broke a statue of our ancestors, and half of the house collapsed&@¥... (The following are all lengthy acts of vandalism by Aunt Dailie's little bunny). ”

Aunt Dailie's experience once again aggravated my fear of marriage, although I will not get married, but it does not prevent me from sometimes having a certain yearning for marriage, but it is very weak.

Somewhere a sleeping man moved his fingers.