Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 2283 Soul Return (40)

  I didn't wear perfume, but my body smelled very fragrant.

  Always carries an indescribable fragrance.

  She untied the braid he had tied for her, took a chopstick, and tied a classic bun.

  Two strands of soft hair hung down her cheeks, making her face even more white, white and attractive.

  When he laughs, he looks like a fox.

  There is a clear broken light in the bottom of the eyes, and the color of the lips is rouge-like red.

  The burning red cheongsam on her body is an extremely charming color.

  The twisted and twisted flower buttons, in the gap between the two swings, the white legs are looming.

   Standing on tiptoe, sticking to him.

   It can be regarded as deliberate seduction.

  It is beautiful, colorful and charming.

  He raised his head slightly and smiled at him.

  The cold Mr. Roderick leaned against the wall with calm eyes.

   calmly fell on her dazzling and bright face.

must.

   Immediately, I watched for a long time.

  His eyes are extremely dark, and no emotion can be seen.

   Just staring calmly, looking at her face, and...

  He slightly rolled his Adam's apple, and then slowly raised his hand.

   grabbed her slender wrist and pulled it down.

  The distance between the wall and the wall has widened a bit.

   She blinked, and looked at him with charming eyes.

   "Isn't it good-looking?"

  He didn't say it looked good, nor did he say it wasn't good-looking.

   Just look at it like this.

  Looking at this cheongsam, how vividly her figure is outlined.

   Fair complexion, beautiful burning red.

   There are also those clear, clean, but extremely attractive eyes.

  Every minute and every inch is so just right—

   Fits his appetite.

   Really amazing...

   Appetite whetted.

  His face was calm, his eyes were dark, and his eyes returned to her face.

   Reached out his hand and pulled the hair on her cheek behind her ear.

   Unhurried, gentle movements.

   "Who sent you this dress?"

  The voice is low and slightly hoarse.

  It's faint, but I can't hear the joy or anger.

   Seems like a random question.

  The beautiful and flamboyant person like a vixen looked at him and thought for a while.

   Then, shake your head.

   "I don't know, a woman, not Kris."

   Here, she only knows him and Kris.

  I don’t know the others.

   "Isn't it pretty?"

  Seeing his calm performance, she didn't even have a word of praise, and felt a little disappointed.

   Thought he would like it.

  Her tiptoe slowly fell, and the height difference widened again.

   He is tall, she can only reach his shoulders.

   It feels safe to hug, but when talking, you always have to raise your head slightly.

  He didn't answer.

   Instead, he raised his hand and closed the door beside him.

   "It's late."

   There was a sound of "click—" and the sound of the belt being undone.

  His tone was very light, but his voice was very hoarse.

   Pulled out the belt and threw it directly on the ground.

  She froze for a moment.

  Subconsciously, said: "It's only ten o'clock..."

  He lowered his eyes, his brows and eyes were as light as a noble scholar.

   Take off the watch without haste.

  The gun that he carried with him was also placed next to the bedside table.

  Then, the big curtains in the bedroom slowly closed automatically.

  He began to unbutton and undress.

   "Ten o'clock, it's getting late."

  He turned his back to her, extremely calm.

   It's like the calm of the sea before a stormy night.

   Waves without trace.

   "..." She was wearing slippers, looking at him.

   Without reason, he took a step back.

  Instinct told her that something was not right now.

   Turned around and wanted to open the bedroom door, but—

   Locked.

   There will be a "beep—" and the display requires fingerprints to open.

   "..." Her eyelids twitched.

  (end of this chapter)