Release that Witch

After the dinner, the nightingale took the box back to the bedroom, not waiting to be taken apart, lightning, McMug, Lily and Mystery also followed in, and the eyes glinted staring at the carton in her hand.

"What's wrong?" Wendy couldn't help but smile. "Want to see what it is?"

In addition to Lily, the three nodded.

"His Royals is eccentric!" Lightning muttered. "The wine is not allowed to drink, why not even the gift!"

"He said only to adult witches," Lily sighed. "When you are an adult, ask him if he wants it. And I don't care what it is, why do you drag me over?" ""

"Hey," mystery said, "I only called you, didn't pull you."

"I"

"Hold it, this is not the point!" Lightning shouted. "Mystery is an adult, and McMug is an adult, but none of them!"

“Yes,” Mai said, setting aside his white hair covering his face and raising his chin to protest. “I have no jealousy!”

"This...His Royal Highness has his own considerations." The nightingale also felt a bit strange. Roland had never treated everyone differently. Why did this gift be chosen? "Or look at the things inside first."

Unpacking the box, I saw a strange piece of clothing that seemed to be in the eyes of everyone. It looked like a few cloth belts and cloth pockets. It was very soft to touch, and the material was obviously the fine satin, but it didn’t look like a piece. Clothes because it is really too small.

"There is a piece of paper underneath," said the lightning bolt.

The nightingale spread the paper and found that the gift was introduced and used, and the usage was accompanied by a picture.

"Oh..." Wendy also unpacked her own box. "Is this thing called a bra?"

"... can relieve the weight of the chest, promote blood circulation, stabilize the posture, and reduce the discomfort when rubbing." The nightingale sounds lower and lower, and the cheeks suddenly become hot. This thing is actually used to hold the chest. of? She couldn't help but look at Wendy, only to find that a group of witches also cast their eyes on her, and revealed a look of ignorance.

"Hey," Lily couldn't help but laugh. "Now do you know why you don't have a gift? Hey, I correct the previous statement. It is very likely that there will be no such gift after lightning."

"It seems that you will have the same," the mystery moon glared at her.

"I am not rare," the latter rolled his eyes.

"Is this similar to a corset?" Only the lightning was completely unmoved, and the eyes were full of curiosity and envy. "Can you wear it for me?"

"Of course not!" Wendy rarely showed a sly look. After all four people were driven out, I was relieved. "How could His Royal Highness suddenly... send us this?"

The nightingale also felt a little embarrassed, just to send close-fitting clothes, but the usual use of everyone is from the castle, and no one feels embarrassed. But this is obviously suitable for different people to wear, that is, Roland has carefully observed each person's size before this? This thought made her face red and couldn't help but think of hiding in the fog.

By the way, what if I was Anna?

"I left, I will be back soon," the nightingale said as he began to fog, walked through the wall, and hesitated for a moment when he walked to Anna's bedroom door. He finally chose to knock on the door.

The door was quickly opened, Anna was wearing her nightgown, and her look was the same as usual. "Is there anything?"

"Hey, I want to ask..." After entering the house, the nightingale turned and closed the door. "Granddour gives you a gift... What do you think?"

"I have already put it on, it is very convenient."

The other party’s answer made her somewhat unprepared. “Is it worn?”

"Well," Anna nodded. "Do you want to see it?"

"No, no," she waved her hand in a panic, hesitating. "I just want to ask, don't you feel strange to send this?"

"Why," Anna said. "Your Highness also said, he wants to promote this and sell it to more people as a commodity, so we need to help him try it on. And this is pretty good," she shot. Taking the chest, "It's soft and light, except that the hooks on the back are not easy to pick off, it's much better than wearing a layer of underwear."

It turned out that... Nightingale couldn’t help but feel in her heart that she didn’t care about these fine details, but focused on the goal of His Highness. Perhaps this is where she is different, pure and direct. As a gift from Roland, the nightingale knows that he will try it anyway, so why is it so tweaked? The same is true before. There is absolutely no need to hide and hide. It is good to tell him his own ideas. If it is Anna, will he do this?

Thinking of this, the nightingale returned to his room, picked up the bra and studied it for a while, and then put it in the fog and then put on the coat and reappeared in front of Wendy.

"Slightly big," she tried to lick. "But it's really a lot easier to wear this. At least it doesn't have to be too rough, the clothes are too rough, the chest hurts. And it doesn't affect the activity at all, you can save the bunch." The cloth on the chest is very convenient... you can try it."

"No, I still don't need it..." Wendy shook her head.

"That's how it works," the nightingale chuckled and pulled the other into the fog. "I always feel that your Highness is because you designed this piece of clothing."

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Sylvie thinks that the rare things I see today are more than what I have seen in the past few years.

Just pull the switch to the water pipe, give off the faint soap, and drink the white wine like a fire. Evelyn can still drink all three glasses with His Highness?

Of course, the most incredible thing is the clothes given after dinner... She knows that there is indeed a practice of giving a corset between the nobles, but others will at least wear a tunic dress, which is the reason to send this directly. And even if they are sent as gifts, the objects are mostly very close people... let's say lovers.

Hearing the meaning of His Royal Highness, he not only wants to give his personal clothes to the witch, but also intends to promote it and popularize it in the Western Territory. Sylvie couldn't help but take a nap. How can aristocrats choose to do this business personally, or do they... have an extraordinary interest in the chest and ass?

After the nightingale pulled Wendy into the fog, she could only vaguely see the two groups of blurred light and shadow drifting around the bed for so long without coming out. Obviously, under the instigation and squatting of the former, Wendy has accepted it in all likelihood. This gift. So what about other witches? Don't they understand the meaning of sending clothes?

Thinking of the ashes, Silvi couldn't help but swallow.

She is right. His Highness is a dangerous person. If you can, it is better to stay away from him. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)