Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1337 Contaminated (12)

  Leave 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, the figure never disappeared again, he stared blankly, motionless.

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

  Unable to live up to myself, I have less chance to be alone with her.

  He stared at the book, silent.

   Slightly pursed his lips, then turned the page, and began to read the first page seriously.

  Rough hands pinched the corners of the page nervously and rubbed them, almost to the top of the page being worn out.

  Under the crystal bead curtain, it suddenly became quiet.

  Yun Si entered the inner room to check on Yin Ci's situation.

  On the bed, the man in white underwear, with his eyes closed, was still in a deep sleep.

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

  Yun Si sat by the bed, untied his belt, and looked at the condition of his wound.

   It's okay, there doesn't appear to be any signs of infection.

   Helping him get dressed again, she looked at him quietly.

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

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

   There was no blood on his pale face, only that touch of gorgeous cinnabar added a little more vividness to his lifeless life.

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

  Yun Si watched quietly, reached out her hand, and tapped.

  The gentle fingertips are about to leave at the slightest touch, as if they are doing something bad, and they dare not stay longer.

  She curled her lips slightly and withdrew her hand.

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

  The next second, she felt another pulling force.

   Pulling her skirt and not letting go.

   "." She turned to look at him.

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

  Gripping tightly, very hard.

  Beautiful jade-like finger bones, glowing abnormally white, he fell asleep deeply, knowing nothing about it.

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

  The Mistress, who had just changed into a dress, stared at his hands, as if thinking about the possibility of forcibly breaking him apart.

   After all, she had ruined one dress before, and she didn't want to ruin the second one.

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

  After a quarter of an hour, the Mistress stared blankly at him holding her hand, and then looked at him.

  The next second, her figure disappeared directly.

  His hand fell directly into the air.

   Landing on the side of the bed, his pretty eyebrows frowned again.

  The fingertips trembled slightly, moving slightly.

  The wrinkled skirt of the Palace Mistress lowered his head and patted, and walked out of the inner room.

  A Li stood beside Ruanta, the redness on his face had disappeared.

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

   When the Lord Palace Mistress came out, just in time, he saw that he had turned to the last page.

  The speed is so fast that it is jaw-dropping.

   "." She paused, then walked over.

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

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

  The hands hanging on both sides unconsciously grabbed his sleeve cloth, and his face was slightly red.

  (end of this chapter)