Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1616 You are my belief (28)

  Amidst the pious voices of the believers, the young man who was about to leave stopped in an instant.

   Those indifferent eyes have not moved for a long time.

  When I lifted it up again, it seemed that something had changed, but nothing had changed.

  The believers prayed devoutly, praying for the return of the Lord.

  Looking at the young man with his back to them, he seemed to laugh.

  Looking back slowly, the color of the eyes is compassionate and gentle.

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   When Cecia woke up from a deep dream, the room was still silent.

  The torrential rain outside the window had stopped at some point, and the sun also appeared, shining on the curtain.

  Full screen light and shadow.

  Outside the window, the sound of raindrops can still be heard faintly, and the birds are chirping and gathering on the balcony, which is crisp and melodious.

  Cecia sat on the bed, rubbed her eyes, and subconsciously looked at the bed.

  He hasn't come back yet, it seems that he has been away for a long time.

  So Chesia lay on the bed again, slowly pressing her sore and swollen waist.

   In a daze, in a daze.

  She was thinking, has her bet with God been completed?

  The result is out, she won.

   Logically speaking, she should have regained her freedom by now.

   She stared at the ceiling, thinking for a long time.

  She was thinking—his reaction in the temple.

  From beginning to end, she felt that she would lose.

  Because he was too calm, as if he already knew the ending.

   He agreed quickly, without even negotiating conditions.

  It seems that she has been determined-she will lose.

  Cecia nodded, thinking.

  Hearing the movement outside, her eyelids twitched, and her thoughts immediately retracted.

   Cover the quilt, lie on your side, with your back facing the direction of the door, and close your eyes.

   Pretending to be still asleep.

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  The door of the room opened slightly.

   Soon, it closed gently again.

  Subtle footsteps, if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear them at all.

   Cesia, with her eyes closed, put her hands next to her cheeks, motionless.

   Feeling the approach of the person coming, the movement is very light.

  He took off his clothes and got back into bed.

  The quilt was lifted, and the scalding temperature was put on it again.

   It was so hot that her fingertips couldn't help trembling.

  The sound of birds chirping outside the window has disappeared at some point, and even the sound of raindrops has completely disappeared.

  When those familiar arms slowly hugged her, Cesia felt the confinement around her waist again.

   Tightly tight.

   The kiss fell again, it was very soft, but it meant something.

  How could Cecia not understand what this meant?

  She gave up pretending to be asleep, opened her eyes, and avoided his kiss, "Azazel!"

  Her voice is delicate, and because of a night of tossing, it is a little hoarse.

  With the tone of complaining and dissatisfaction, it always seems to be acting like a baby.

  Like a cat that has been disturbed to sleep, it is extremely squeamish.

   "I want to rest, don't make trouble."

  The man behind him seemed to pause for a moment.

  But the next second, before Cesia could relax, he was interrupted by his kiss.

  He didn't seem to intend to stop at all.

   "..." Chesia turned over, trying to push him.

   But meeting his light golden eyes, she stopped again.

  The man just cupped her face and kissed her.

   I especially prefer her lips.

  Cecia's cheeks were red and soft, like ripe cherries, and she exuded a tempting fragrance all over her body.

  She pushed the man on her body, but she couldn't push him away.

   He wanted to kick again, but he restrained him instead.

   Poor Cecia: "…"

  (end of this chapter)