Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

She spoke to him with a seductive tone.

The boy's movements paused for a moment.

He stood there, his eyelids slightly raised, and his dark green eyes gradually deepened.

Yun Si was afraid that he didn't know what marriage was, so she kept talking without blushing.

"Getting married...it's actually nothing special. It's just that you and I have become the best friends."

"We will still live together in the future, you help me, I will help you, and we will live together until we grow old..."

The boy's movements slowly stopped and he rested on his clothes.

Her beautiful profile face showed no emotion under the light.

Quietly, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Yun Si didn't get a reaction from him, so she wasn't in a hurry, kissed him again, and let go.

"It's okay, don't worry, you can think about it slowly."

"..." The young man slightly raised his round green pupils with a calm expression.

The next second, thin vines emerged silently.

Yun Si wanted to get up, but unexpectedly, vines grew again.

And this time, the rattan grew rapidly and closed around her waist.

He pinned her down on the bed, and her hands were fixed by soft vines.

The young man sat there, his eyebrows were clear and white, but his green eyes were intense and violent.

He just looked at her quietly, not moving.

There is no unnecessary expression on his face.

Calm and mysterious.

Yun Si lay on the bed and twisted her hands.

She couldn't break free, she was helpless.

"What's wrong? Are you angry?"

Is it possible that he doesn't want to get married?

The young man narrowed his beautiful eyes.

It was raining heavily outside, and there was faint thunder.

He slowly pressed on her body, touching her face with both hands, his dark green eyes like a faint poisonous snake.

Cold, penetrating, without any warmth.

His light gray curly hair hung down slightly, facing the tip of her nose, and his pale lips had no arc.

That kind of unwavering look lingered on her eyebrows bit by bit.

The cold temperature was like a snake licking slowly, leaving an endless chill.

He seemed to be sizing her up.

But that plain sight was like invisible sharp knives, cutting her flesh bit by bit, opening her skin to her heart.

He was staring at her like a viper staring at its prey.

Yun Si twisted her wrist, but the vines on both sides were still tightly restraining her, preventing her from moving.

It seemed that only at this time did she realize that the boy was not a harmless child at all, but a monster that could easily kill humans.

A monster that combines man and vine.

He is very powerful and can control everything without using his hands.

Including bringing prey to your doorstep.

Yun Si was helpless and couldn't move, so she simply gave up.

Looking at him, his eyes were clear and calm.

"So, what do you want to ask?"

He still didn't speak, his eyes just stayed on her face indifferently.

Two pale and slender hands touched her face, delicately and gently, but seemed to be a bit overbearing that could not be refused.

Touching her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and finally lips.

Slowly, all her facial features were traced.

It's like playing with a perfect piece of art.

It was raining outside, and thunder rang in the distance.

It was so earth-shattering that the tram downstairs was making a beeping sound.

The phone on the bedside table lit up, and a text message announcing a flight delay was sent.

Yun Si heard the text message tone and glanced sideways.

However, the boy pulled her face back in the next second.

Make eye contact with him.

Completely strong and domineering.

Yun Si frowned and said, "Yingsheng, that's all. Don't lose your temper."

As if he didn't hear her, his hand slowly slid to her shoulder.

Hooking her suspender skirt, her warm long fingers seemed to have a bit of charming charm.

It's like playing, but not like playing.

"..." Yun Si now understood what he meant.

He was saying that marriage is okay, but...it needs a little sweetness.

Like, do something.

"... Yingsheng!"

There are more and more vines, and the boy is becoming more and more wanton.

A vine appeared out of nowhere and quietly pulled up the bedroom curtains.

Isolated from the gray world.

A certain goblin whose hands were bound by vines: "..."