Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

But maybe the servants had specially cleaned it. On the road in the middle, the snow layer was shallow, as if tiny fluff had grown on the ground.

Yun Si approached, wanting to see if it was where Rong Li lived.

But after taking a few steps, the lights in the room dimmed.

There was no light, it was pitch black.

Only the two lanterns at the door were still on, like two loyal guards, motionless.

Yun Si wanted to knock on the door, but when she saw the light dimming, she knew that the person inside was probably asleep.

Not sure if the person inside was her man, Yun Si walked along the eaves to the other side and poked a hole in the paper window.

She has obviously done this kind of thing too many times, her expression remains unchanged, and she even makes the hole bigger.

His sensitive nose came closer and smelled the scent coming from the room.

"Creak-" There was a sound, and the door suddenly opened.

Yun Si immediately leaned against the wall and remained silent.

The position she was in was right next to the outer wall of the house. When she squatted down, no one coming out could see her.

She watched as a figure in a pure white cloak slowly descended the steps, holding a lantern and an umbrella, and left along the path.

The hat on the cloak was placed neatly on his back, and the fluff on it was blown by the wind, as if it had merged with the falling snow.

The sound of subtle footsteps stirred the corner of his clothes.

The jade-like long fingers calmly hold the umbrella handle, as pleasing to the eye as a painting, every inch of it is extremely elegant.

Yun Si slowly stood up straight.

My head accidentally hit a corner on the side, and I touched it casually without paying attention.

He looked straight at that clear and beautiful figure, and then followed him.

The small lantern that guides the way can only illuminate the place in front of you.

The man walking quietly along the path left his step-by-step footprints on the shallow layer of snow.

It was windy outside, and there was always a cold wind blowing from time to time, making the cold-resistant cedars next to them rustle, and even the snow on them was shaken off.

Rong Li lowered his eyes and paused slightly.

Her gentle, white and elegant appearance is like a touch of orchid and lotus in the snow, so beautiful that nothing can be found.

His steps stopped in the snow, his eyelashes were slightly raised, and a lantern in his hand swayed gently in the wind, the light was dim.

He paused for a while, but did not look back.

The eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, feeling extremely peaceful.

The path from the study to the bedroom is not far, it only takes a short walk.

He walked to the eaves, put down the small lantern, and then slowly closed the umbrella.

It seemed that when I turned back inadvertently, there was still an empty space behind me, with nothing but snow.

He paused for a moment, silent.

He lowered his eyes and twitched the corners of his lips, seemingly sarcastically.

Blow out the candle in the small lantern, and then lean the umbrella against the door rail.

As usual, he opened the door and walked into the dark bedroom.

When he was about to turn around and close the door, suddenly, a cold, soft hand stretched out from behind.

She accurately covered his lips, approaching with a faint floral scent behind her.

"Don't move! Don't scream either!"

The female voice, deliberately lowered, had a bit of a man's deepness.

Rong Li's body suddenly froze, and his eyelashes trembled.

The two hands covering the front tightened slightly and used a little strength.

He was pushed forward a step, and then the door to the room was closed.

The snow light and lights outside also disappeared.

Rong Li looked ahead quietly. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

Only the touch on the lips was real, familiar and soft.