Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 656.2: I’ll Take You Away (2)

In the drizzling courtyard, Roel’s body collapsed after he lost consciousness, but before it could hit the ground, an invisible hand propped it up and held it in mid-air.

The Witch Queen finally turned around to look at the sleeping black-haired man. With a wave of her hand, she moved his body to a nearby bench.

Usually, Roel’s manifested body would dissipate from the ancient god’s domain after he lost consciousness, and he would wake up in the real world shortly afterward. But this time around, his body showed no signs of dissipation at all.

There was a simple reason behind this anomaly—Roel had really just fallen asleep this time.

The Witch Queen had expelled Roel from her domain many times before, but this time, she had only cast a sleeping spell. In her domain, she was capable of pulling that off without catching Roel’s notice. The latter would wake up without noticing anything amiss.

But of course, that would happen only after the Witch Queen decided to send him off.

Amidst the drizzle, Artasia looked at Roel with a flickering gleam in her eyes, as if she was fearful or in a dilemma. Silence settled in the courtyard again. Rain fell relentlessly, pelting the plants in the courtyard.

It took ten whole minutes before she began to move.

“Think of it as compensation for then…”

Walking up to Roel, Artasia raised her hand to touch his cheek, only to stop the moment her fingertips came into contact with his skin. Her hands awkwardly stopped in midair for a few seconds before she slowly parted Roel’s hair.

Her cheeks reddened as she looked at Roel’s sleeping visage. Her eyes turned gentle. She took several breaths as her gaze slowly moved down to his lips.

“…”

There was another prolonged silence before the Witch Queen made up her mind and bent down. Her white hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her warm cherry lips glistened as if they were coated with honey.

The atmosphere heated up despite the cold weather. Not even the pattering raindrops could mask her rapid breathing. The distance between their lips

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