Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The sea is filled with flowers.

The endless red is like a burning fire, warm and flamboyant.

The flowers here are very beautiful, blooming with delicate petals, containing crystal clear dewdrops, swaying slightly in the breeze.

At this moment, the sky is very blue, as blue as a painting that has been knocked over, pure blue, without flaws.

The clouds are very white, as white as an inadvertent stroke of a watercolor pen on a painting, ethereal and random.

The flowers all over the ground, the delicate and blooming roses, are like works of art that have been carefully carved by someone. Each one is so dazzlingly beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.

The fragrance of flowers filled the sky, blowing gently with the breeze.

Like a girl's soft and delicate hands, gently caressing his cheek.

There was a soft and melodious laugh whirling in the wind, like a charming fox, cunningly tempting him.

The bone-eroding ecstasy almost makes people lose their soul and mind.

The man standing in the sea of ​​flowers did not have the support of a crutch in his hand.

He stood there quietly, his elegant and noble eyebrows expressionless.

His extremely dark eyes looked at this gorgeous sea of ​​flowers, and his slightly cold fingertips almost touched the rose beside him.

The petals are amazingly soft and amazingly beautiful.

He retracted his fingertips almost instantly and moved his steps.

Somewhat lame.

Without crutches, he moved a little slowly.

He didn't even frown when his bare feet stepped on the spikes.

It was just as if it was being permed, and the flowers were not touched.

As if deliberately avoiding it.

As he took a step back, he suddenly stopped.

As if he noticed something, his jade fingertips trembled.

The next second.

A soft and warm body pressed against him gently, silently from behind.

Slender arms as white and delicate as lotus roots hugged his lean waist.

Like a vixen, the person with an extremely soft and warm body stood on tiptoes.

Blow gently into his ear.

The fragrance of rose is overflowing, very light.

What's more, it's an indescribable fragrance.

Like that cunning fox's tail, it slid past his heart.

My heart trembled, and suddenly began to feel uncontrollably hot.

The heart beat faster, and the temperature was even more frightening.

The overwhelming unspeakable emotions are like a flood that has opened a floodgate, gushing and rolling.

It swept into the entire chest, like a hungry beast with a huge mouth, devouring crazily.

Devouring his purity of mind and all his peace.

His fingertips instantly trembled violently and even felt a little hot.

His back was a little straightened, and his breathing had become a little rapid from the usual peace.

It should have looked noble and elegant, but now...

A faint blush gradually appeared on the tips of her ears.

It is not as gorgeous as a rose, but it is white and pink, and it is even more charming and magnificent than a flower.

The extremely dark eyes were trembling, as if covered with a light fog.

I can't see anything clearly, I can only see...

He is silent.

The ultimate silence.

The person behind him seemed to chuckle.

Those slender and delicate legs were next to him, standing on tiptoes.

Looking down, you can see the scorching red dress.

The color of the skirt is flamboyant, more gorgeous than the roses on the ground, and even more ecstatic.

Just like a warm and strong rum, it is extremely intoxicating with just a touch.

Drunk to the core of one's heart.

She laughed in his ear without saying a word.

He turned his back to her, lowered his eyes, and looked at her skirt quietly.

Fingers, slightly curled.