Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

When he looked again, he saw her squatting in front of him.

Those peach blossom eyes filled with concern were so clear that they could almost completely reflect his embarrassed appearance.

It was extremely beautiful and so gentle that it was like pouring a bucket of oil on his body. In an instant, the temperature of his body that had been suppressed began to rise crazily.

His rationality collapsed in an instant, and his consciousness was hazy, leaving only the instinct to find coolness.

"Help me." He said at that time.

Because at that time, his throat already seemed to be burning.

In other words, his whole body seemed to be on fire.

The mania and desire to vent crushed his last remaining sanity like a mountain.

At that time, the thought of resisting flashed through his mind.

But soon, she carried him on her back, and the cool warmth from her body spread over her.

There was a faint floral fragrance, like a fairy with spiritual consciousness, that penetrated deeply into his body through his breath.

The taste, like poppy, is addictive to the extreme.

His whole body was shaking, shaking uncontrollably.

Not because of fear or anger, but because... he had been stimulated to the extreme.

Therefore, the little clarity left in my mind has long been of no use.

His body completely softened, and he followed his instinct and chose to break the jar.

He didn't even have time to take a closer look at the person who took him away.

When my mind was cloudy, I could only remember her beautiful peach blossom eyes mixed with concern.

Soft and brighter than the vast starry sky in the sky.

What happened next was just as she saw it.

That happened between two people.

In fact, in the second half of the night, his sanity was gradually returning.

He saw her appearance clearly, she was so gorgeous and charming, as beautiful as a rose blooming proudly under the sunset.

Clinging to his body, the porcelain-white shoulders were so white that they were dazzling.

He could have pushed her away, but...

At that time, I didn't know what was the reason for his psychology, but he turned over with dark eyes.

He turned against the guest and vented everything on her.

As their lips and teeth mingled, he held her hand firmly, not allowing her to struggle.

It was hard and heavy, more intense than the previous half of the night.

Her extremely alluring peach blossom eyes were half closed, with the ripples of water inside shining like tears.

He kissed the corners of her eyes and looked at her eyes that were so distracted that she had no energy to even hum.

What was his state of mind at the time?

Rong Li looked at the woman in his arms with a calm expression.

He was thinking at that time, it turned out that the ancients said that if you die under the peonies, you will be romantic even if you are a ghost. This sentence is actually true.

The ultimate happiness has reached unprecedented heights.

He had never thought that his body could be so happy and comfortable.

Maybe it was because of the medicinal properties, or maybe it was because of other reasons. At that time, he already wanted to melt into her body.

Even dying on her was worth it.

Such thoughts flashed by and then were magnified infinitely.

Finally, at dawn, he hugged her and fell into a deep sleep.

No matter how ambiguous the smell was in the air, there was no intention to care.

Probably, it was finally broken.

"Si Si."

The little elf, who was dozing slightly, moved his eyes and snorted lazily.