Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

From a distance, three men stood in front of the corridor on the second floor, looking at the woman wearing a white sweater going upstairs.

The three wine bottles clinked against each other and each took a sip.

"Hopefully the two of them can reconcile."

Ji Hao clicked his tongue and said.

"If we don't reconcile, Sheng Huai will be fine, and my stomach will definitely be ruined."

After drinking for a week, Iron Man couldn't bear it.

"Hey," He Qi sighed, "If you ask me what love is in this world, it will make you agree between life and death."

"Brother Huai is so smart, why did he fall into the hands of a woman?"

"The point is, that woman doesn't seem to like him very much."

He's been stuck with a hot face and a cold butt for so long, but he's still dead set, so why -

"Love is poison."

"You can play with it, but you must not touch it."

He touched Ji Hao's bottle and continued drinking.

Yun Si was led by the waiter to the box.

As soon as I opened the door, the overwhelming smell of wine came and the music was deafening.

It was as if the ground was shaking, and the lights inside were so dazzling that it was hard to keep your eyes open.

"." Yun Si raised her hand to block the light and walked in.

Easily, he saw the person on the sofa.

Sitting there, her long and thick eyelashes hanging down, she was quiet and her lips were bright red.

Under the dazzling lights, the fair skin was deserted, as cold as if there was no warmth at all.

When the eyebrows and eyes that used to be gentle and elegant drooped, there was a strong and inexplicable sense of depression.

It was as if the gentle and elegant bookishness had been torn to pieces and crushed beneath his feet.

This is the real him now, cold, gloomy, without the warmth of a normal person.

Yun Si stood there and looked at him for several minutes.

Finally, she sighed, walked over, and helped him up.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

He lowered his phoenix eyes and was very quiet.

Being pulled up, my steps were a little unsteady and I stumbled a bit.

Yun Si hugged him quickly.

"Can I leave?"

She looked at him helplessly.

He lowered his eyelashes, narrowed the ends of his eyes, trembled slightly, and remained silent.

Instead, he nodded slightly.

He is still very gentle, even in the cold war, he is like a big obedient sheep, making people completely unable to get angry.

Yun Si's heart softened, and she held his waist with one hand and supported him to walk.

He couldn't help but say in a low voice: "I can't drink so much, but I still drink, and I won't be afraid of drinking you to death."

He pursed his lips in silence and leaned against her quietly.

There is a kind of silent obedience.

The journey was uneventful, and Yun Si drove him back to the villa.

He sat in the passenger seat and remained silent. The smell of alcohol on his body filled the entire car.

Yun Si didn't say anything, drove the car into the parking space of the villa, and then helped him into the house.

The two of them were supposed to be having a cold war, but she still knelt down, helped him change his shoes, and then helped him go upstairs to take a shower.

The man smelled of alcohol, but there was no trace of redness on his face.

On the contrary, while taking a shower, he leaned quietly on her shoulder, stretched out his hand, and slowly hugged her.

The cold white face was a light red steamed by the heat.

It's light and surprisingly beautiful.

Yun Si didn't say anything, she helped him take a bath, then supported him and lay on the bed.

He closed his eyes and seemed to sleep.

Yun Si covered him with a quilt, but he remained motionless and unresponsive.

She stood by the bed and looked at him quietly, saying nothing for a long time.

There was a long silence.