Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Although this trip to the small town was short, and although she had not yet met Laurel, little girl Mia still gained a lot.

So, although she didn't have a great time, she was still very happy and grateful for everything Mr. Drahera did for her.

For this reason, after returning to the castle, she thought about giving a precious gift to Mr. De La Hera to thank him for taking care of her.

But...what should I give to Mr. Drahera?

Little Mia was a little troubled.

Mr. De La Hera looked like he needed nothing and didn't seem to want anything.

Therefore, little Mia thought for a long time.

At night, when little Mia climbed into bed to sleep, Mr. De La Hera thoughtfully closed the window for her, covered her with a quilt, and then placed the clothes she would change into tomorrow morning on the shelf.

Little Mia was wearing a pure black nightgown, lying on the bed and looking at him, blinking her eyes, her blood-red eyes beautiful and clear under the light.

When Mr. De La Hera came over and was about to blow out the lamp, little Mia suddenly grabbed his hand and looked at him.

She said, "Sir, could you come closer?"

The pale and handsome Mr. Drahera lowered his eyelids to look at her.

With cool eyebrows and thin lips, he is still dressed like a gentleman and has a tall figure.

Following the little master's instructions, he slowly leaned closer.

He gently grabbed her hand, raised his thin lips just right, and smiled.

"Master, I wonder what Drahela can do for you?"

The slender and fair girl stared at him without blinking, staring at his face that flickered in and out of light.

She didn't speak, but slowly approached.

Little by little, under the swaying candle shadow, the shadows of the two people blended together silently when they fell on the ground.

The girl's lips were soft and sweet, and her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, revealing her nervousness at this moment.

Kiss his cheek gently, touch his overly cold skin, and stay there for a long time.

The handsome and elegant Mr. Drahera stared quietly at her close at hand without moving.

The girl's kiss is like the coolest and sweetest blood, green and astringent, yet extremely thick and intoxicating.

Mr. De La Hera's Adam's apple rolled, and his steady breathing finally became a little abnormal.

He slowly held her hand tightly and rubbed the soft flesh of her fingertips without saying a word.

The girl, on the other hand, kissed her gently and then pulled away.

Not daring to look at Mr. De La Hera's expression at this moment, he pulled up the quilt and buried himself under the quilt, too shy to speak.

Her white and tender feet were exposed to the air. She shrank and then retracted into the quilt, turning into an arched ball.

It's clear that he is trying to hide his ears.

Simple and unaware.

Mr. De La Hera looked at her quietly, his dark and eerie black eyes flashing with a deep light.

The girl was shy and he had no words.

He lowered his eyelids and kissed her fingers gently.

Her fingers trembled, and her fingertips showed a beautiful pink color, and she seemed to be shy.

She wanted to take it back, but he pinched her wrist bones to prevent her from moving.

His cold lips kissed her fingertips and her palms, as if leaving his deep mark on it that would be difficult to wash away.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at her, watching her hiding under the quilt.

He smiled calmly, his voice was slightly hoarse and extremely gentle:

"Good night, my dear little master."