Wang Yibo made a noose, stretched a rope through it and pulled it tighter. He leaned close to Xiao Zhan's ear, brushed a blond strand from his neck, casually combed his own tousled hair and whispered:
"Are you sure you're the witch of the two of us?"
Wang Yibo made a noose, stretched a rope through it and pulled it tighter. He leaned close to Xiao Zhan's ear, brushed a blond strand from his neck, casually combed his own tousled hair and whispered:
"Are you sure you're the witch of the two of us?"
"I'm a witch," he said quietly. "Not traditional witch. I don't fly on a broom".
He tilted his head, exposing his defenseless neck. A slight smile crossed his lips, and he added:
"I'm a witch," he said quietly. "Not traditional witch. I don't fly on a broom".
He tilted his head, exposing his defenseless neck. A slight smile crossed his lips, and he added: