Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 2453 Denial (81)

   “…” is crazy.

   How did he—

  Yun Si ran into the car without looking at him.

   His ears turned red when he called out like that.

   suddenly became shy.

  Shen Zhi followed in the car, and he really did what he said.

   Said he wanted to kiss her, so he really leaned over to kiss her.

   With a smile, give me a kiss.

   "Wife."

  With teasing and deliberate intimacy, the ending sound is prolonged.

   Like a small hook, it rises slightly.

   Really provocative, making people blush uncontrollably.

  Always feel ashamed.

  It's like what he said to her in her ear every night in the past few days.

  Fiery and blunt, shame and inescapable.

  I was forced to listen until I closed my eyes and dared not look at him.

   "... stop barking!"

  The extremely thin-skinned person avoids him, his cheeks are as red as the sunset in the sky, and he is about to explode.

  Like a kitten, it can't stand being teased.

   I will meow when I am teased, and I look fierce.

   Pretend to be serious, try to keep a straight face, and look away.

  It has no deterrent effect, but makes people want to bully her even more

  Shen Zhi looked at her, lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly.

  It seems to be crying, and it seems to be laughing hard.

  Restrained, holding back a smile.

   "Well, stop barking."

   "You have to listen to your wife, she will do what she says."

   Said it was not mentioned, but the result was mentioned every sentence.

  Someone blushing so hard: "..."

Son of a bitch.

  She shouldn't have comforted him!

   "My wife, kiss~"

   "...Shen Zhi!"

  …

  …

  …

  Lou Lingxiao had a dream.

   Or rather, several dreams.

  In the dream, Shen Zhi's indifferent and calm words kept swirling.

   It's like a lingering curse, constantly lingering above the head, whirling and echoing.

  Haunting, haunting, nightmare, suffocating and frightening.

  In the dream, he was like a little white mouse with no ability to resist, frantically trying to escape, but he couldn't escape no matter what.

   There is always a mysterious force watching him coldly.

   Standing high above, looking down, as if looking at the tiniest dust on the ground.

   Turn the clouds up and down the rain, you can pinch him to death at will.

  Let him never stand up, never escape the possibility of suffering.

  His ant-like provocation was like a flea in front of that mysterious force.

   Jumping desperately, but can't hurt it.

   On the contrary, those light, casual words can make him change his face and lose all reason.

  Like a clown, full of ugliness, funny and humble.

  The lingering voice said, "Don't take it too far...poor man."

  Like the judgment of God.

  Before the judgment, there remains the last mercy.

   "I said, if I can accomplish you, naturally I can..."

   "Destroyed you."

  The dazzling dream, accompanied by the cold and empty voice, is changing and distorting crazily.

  Countless pictures poured in instantly, like an N-speed movie, with a monstrous momentum.

  Like the hand of a god, a random flick is a person's life.

  Emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy are all within the flick of his fingers.

  An understatement can ruin a person.

  Put him in hell, he can't live, he can't die.

  He said: "There is no second time for what happened today."

  Even the sound of falling is gentle, like a warm spring wind, blowing towards your face.

  With the frost that grew in the abyss in the cold winter months.

  Gentle and piercing, every word is like Ling Chi.

   Invisibly cutting his flesh, it is frightening, but there is no way to find it.

   "If there is a second time..."

  (end of this chapter)