Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

His eyes were completely red, like wild beasts, filled with strong anger and greed.

As if he was dragging her to hell, he held her waist firmly, preventing her from running away.

That gentle scratch made him suddenly think, how can there be a living person among the dead?

She could move, she could talk, she could cry to him aggrievedly, and she could also cure his illness.

Isn't this more lively and interesting than that simple piece of skin?

For the first time, a man had such a strong desire, and it hit him like a flood, making him urgently need to find an outlet.

When the scorching hot magma erupted from the crater, it almost dominated everything it went with an overwhelming force.

And a certain living little goblin burst into tears.

She originally just wanted to try it to see if she could stimulate him.

result--

Xiao Jiaohua was so fragile in the face of the violent storm.

She was so regretful that her intestines were blue, her breath was taken away, and she couldn't even scream.

The hot temperature tightly wrapped the delicate Bana flower.

The petals bloom shyly, and I don’t know whose dream it has captured.

After she fell asleep from exhaustion, in her dream, Yun Si still felt like a little flower being blown around by the wind on a rainy night, unable to find any stability.

She was still sobbing unconsciously, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

She thought in her dream that it turned out that that special move should not be used indiscriminately.

Even if you need to use it, you should run away after using it.

In this way, no lives will be lost.

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the next day.

The rain outside had stopped long ago, but the remaining raindrops were still dripping from time to time on the big trees.

The puddles on the ground, one after another, reflect the pure blue sky, like bright mirrors.

In the cozy apartment, the hanging curtains have been opened, and the golden sunlight shines in from the outside.

The messy information on the table was folded neatly and quietly at the corner of the table.

The living room was quiet, and through the slightly open door of the bedroom, one could vaguely see the figure lying inside.

The clock was turning quietly, and the person lying inside had half of his face buried in the pillow and his nose was red, as if he had been crying for a long time.

She was sleeping deeply, her thin arms curled up beside her face, and the quilt on her body was covered to her shoulders.

Her long and messy hair spread on the warm light blue pillow made her look like a pale butterfly that had lost its breath in the darkness, as beautiful as an elf who had strayed into the world.

However, there was a trace of vivid and imaginative ruddy color in the white snow, making her more like the Bingqing goddess who was imprisoned and humiliated. Even her breathing was seductively warm.

The chirping of birds could be heard faintly outside the window, and the sun was shining just right.

She slept through the entire afternoon, until the sun set.

When she woke up, the room was empty and so quiet that she could hear the noise outside.

Yun Si slowly sat up and rubbed her waist.

I felt comfortable on my body and seemed to have been drugged.

Being tortured by a crazy person all night, no matter how strong her self-healing ability was, she still couldn't bear it.

"woke up?"

The gentle and elegant man was leaning against the door, holding a glass of warm water in his hand, with a deep and warm look on his face.

When Yun Si saw him, she immediately pulled the quilt to cover herself.

His cheeks slowly turned red and he said nothing.