Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

It leaves a faint floral fragrance, charming and soft, just like her.

The quiet and timid man like a rabbit, his eyes trembled and his eyes followed her subconsciously.

Watching her walk into the emerald screen and disappear again, he stared blankly, motionless.

After a while, he suddenly came to his senses, lowered his head again, bit his lip, and seemed a little annoyed.

Being unsatisfied, I had fewer opportunities to be alone with her.

He stared at the book in silence.

He pursed his lips slightly, then opened it and began to read the first page seriously.

His rough hands nervously pinched the corners of the pages and rubbed them, almost wearing them apart.

Under the crystal bead curtain, it suddenly became quiet.

Yun Si went into the inner room to check on Yin Ci's condition.

The man on the bed, wearing only white underwear, had his eyes closed and was still sleeping deeply.

Qing Jue's brows were slightly wrinkled, and on her pale and cold face, there was a bit of gorgeous cinnabar at the end of her eyes, which was fragile and delicate, but also revealed a bit of stunning beauty.

Yun Si sat by the bed, untied his lapel, and took a look at the condition of his wound.

Fortunately, there seemed to be no signs of infection.

After helping him get dressed again, she looked at him quietly.

He took out a soft handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

His eyes moved slightly, and his eyebrows seemed to relax a little.

There was no blood on his pale face, and only the touch of gorgeous cinnabar gave him a bit of vividness in his lifeless face.

People can't help but want to touch and caress the scorching color.

Yun Si watched quietly, stretched out her hand, and clicked.

The soft fingertips were gone at the slightest touch, as if they were doing something bad and they didn't dare to stay any longer.

She curled her lips slightly and withdrew her hand.

Seeing that the time was almost up, she stood up and prepared to go out.

The next second, she felt another pulling force.

He grabbed her skirt and wouldn't let go.

"." She turned to look at him.

The pale man on the bed was obviously unconscious, but at some point, he grabbed her skirt again.

Hold on tightly, very hard.

The beautiful jade-like finger bones were glowing with an abnormal white color. He fell asleep deeply and knew nothing about it.

I don’t know what kind of bad habit this is.

The palace master, who had just changed his clothes, stared at his hands, seeming to think about the possibility of forcibly breaking him apart.

After all, she had already ruined one piece of clothing before, and she didn't want to ruin a second one.

So she sat down again, grabbed his hand, and began to break it apart one by one.

A quarter of an hour later, the palace master stared at his hand holding hers expressionlessly, then looked at him again.

The next second, her figure disappeared.

His hand simply fell into the air.

Landing next to the bed, his handsome eyebrows furrowed again.

The fingertips trembled slightly and moved slightly.

The palace owner, whose skirt was wrinkled, lowered his head and patted it before walking out of the inner room.

A Li stood next to Ruan Tao, the redness on his face had disappeared.

He lowered his head, stared at the book seriously, and flipped through it quickly.

When the Palace Master walked out, just in time, he saw him turning to the last page.

The speed is astonishing.

"." She paused and then walked over.

A Li seemed to have been paying attention to what was going on here. As soon as she walked out, he immediately put down the book.

Facing her, he raised his head carefully, staring at her with his round and pure eyes.

The hands hanging on both sides unconsciously grabbed his sleeves, and his face turned slightly red.