Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

There is no denying what she said.

"." She knew that he would not listen to this.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back."

The muscular man said calmly, and then picked her up with one hand.

She subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at the bananas on the ground.

There was a large bunch of half-green and half-yellow bananas on the ground, weighing at least twenty or thirty kilograms.

Mussel held her with one hand in the standard posture of holding a child, and easily picked up the banana with the other hand and walked back.

His face was as usual, and he didn't even frown, as if what he was holding was not a banana, but light cotton.

The elf looked at him and hesitated.

I wanted to say something, but when the words came to my lips, I stopped talking.

She knew that something of such a small weight was nothing to him.

Carrying dozens of kilograms of weight with one hand was as simple to him as carrying an empty bag with one hand.

It's just that he's still holding her, and he doesn't know if it's hard or not.

She hooked her arms around his neck and pursed her lips: "Musel, put me down and walk by yourself. I'm very heavy."

Mussel didn't stop.

".Musel?"

He hummed and patted her butt: "Hold tight, don't blame me if you fall."

Elf girl: "."

She coughed lightly, blushed, and stopped talking.

Quietly, she hugged him tightly.

Back on the hillside, Mussel put down the girl, and then hung the half-ripe banana in a cool and ventilated place.

The bananas were hung so high that Yun Si could not reach them even if she stood on tiptoe desperately.

In this way, it seems that he is deliberately preventing her from eating.

The girl looked up, her snow-white face as beautiful as a flower in a greenhouse.

Mussel was tall, at least two meters tall, while she was shorter, with thin arms and legs. After so many years, she barely managed to reach his chest.

Like a little dwarf, she looked at Mussel and tugged at her clothes dissatisfied.

The clothes she was wearing were made of Musel's lost hair. Her long, red and white legs were exposed under her shorts, and her long hair was entangled with a tree vine and tied behind her head.

Mussel hung up the half-ripe bananas, and when he turned around, he saw her tugging at his clothes.

Her white fingers pinched the corners of the clothes and pulled slightly hard, not afraid of tearing the clothes.

The man stared at her for two seconds, then came over and picked her up.

He touched her clothes and said calmly: "Is it short? Do you want to change it to a new one?"

The girl nodded.

"Musel, look."

She raised her hands high in the air.

When he raised his hands, the clothes on his body also lifted up.

As a result, half of her snow-white waist was exposed.

Clearly and unabashedly.

"It's really short. I have to be careful every time and not make big moves."

She said seriously.

"." Mussel narrowed his eyes slightly.

He stared at her waist and made no move.

Silently, the light blue pupils seemed to darken.

His eyes were always on her waist, bit by bit, like an invisible hand placing it on it.

As he lingered, his vision was filled with wildness and a sense of merciless aggression.

It seemed like he was going to do something to her in the next second.

"Musel?" The girl shrank her hand, seeming a little uncomfortable.

The man with bronzed muscles suddenly laughed and slowly put her down.