Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

but now…

She stayed like this, not running away, but holding him quietly without speaking.

 She was not deliberately naughty, nor did she seem to be teasing him. She was like a well-behaved kitten, staying in his arms obediently.

His hands were a little hot, and he touched her sensitive waist and rubbed them gently, but she didn't hide away.

 Silent, the default.

 Her sudden cuteness made Jun Jiu Ge move his lips and teeth slightly and open his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

 But the rarely well-behaved girl in his arms seemed to have little patience. She raised her head, kissed him, and firmly took the initiative.

 Hint almost becomes explicit.

 “Cut the nonsense.”

She bit him hard.

She has already taken the initiative, but if he still doesn’t express anything—

 The hand that was gently caressing her suddenly tightened.

　　In that moment, reason seemed to be washed away, and desires came out of the cage and became overwhelming.

 "Si Si...Si Si..." He kept calling her name.

Turning over, he held her fingers tightly - he felt that he was probably really drunk. Otherwise, why would his beloved girl be so obedient, lying under him obediently, and responding patiently to him over and over again?

　　The snow-white and cold clothes fell to the ground, shrouded in the delicate and unparalleled red.

Red is warm, passionate, and clinging tightly.

 The aroma of the wine is light, the fragrance of flowers is aphrodisiac, and the air is cold but inexplicably hot.

 The heart is hot, scorching unbearably, almost burning everything.

 Restless, excited, making people completely red-eyed.

It’s night, and outside the house, the night is still extremely dark—bottomless.

The moon is clear and clear, hanging quietly on one end of the branches, like a quiet and elegant lily, blooming quietly in the deep blue sky.

In the peach forest, the flowers are falling, and I don’t know when they will rise. The new buds and buds stretch slightly, revealing the delicate and weak core. She poked her head quietly, blooming cautiously, immature, but gradually dyed with mature rouge.

The wind picked up, very fiercely, blowing the small and delicate flower bones.

The flower branches are trembling, trembling pitifully, unable to find a fulcrum to rely on.

 Having no choice but to sway in the wind and move with the wind.

The wind is strong, and the flowers become more and more beautiful—the beautiful and translucent red color is breathtakingly beautiful.

 Under this moonlight, in the breeze, the flowers bloom, gorgeously blooming, shining proudly, and singing softly.

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I do not know how long it has been…

　Tonight’s night seems to have become extraordinarily long—or maybe it’s already dawn, but the people in the house didn’t notice it.

The window was closed and only slightly opened at a corner. The light from the window shone in. Sometimes it was bright, as bright as day, but sometimes it was dark, so dark that it was bottomless.

I don’t know when it was, but I only know that the peach blossoms outside the house seem to be blooming, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of peach pink.

 Smells so sweet that I want to find out more about it.

 The wind chimes in front of the house were ringing, "ding bells—ding bells—" and the petals of the hanging spider orchid were blown off by the wind, fluttering to the ground.

The soft petals fell all over the ground, but no one cared.

 Hand your fingers tightly together, clasp them backwards, and secure them firmly.

Hold the waist, rub it, vigorously but without restraint,

Yun Si didn't know how long time had passed - she felt as if her whole body was soaked in hot and burning spirits, sinking, sinking, unconscious, drunk, and completely lost the strength to resist and escape.

The extremely wet and charming eyes were red from being bullied. They opened a crack pitifully and in a daze, trying to look out the window, but they couldn't.