Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Angel Milton looked at the girl who was held in the arms of the Lord of God, feeling a little bitter and envious.

"Cesia is so happy..."

She also wanted to be held in the arms of her Heavenly Father.

It's a pity that Heavenly Father never held them.

Little Angel Milod flapped his wings and suddenly felt very proud, "That's because when you grow up, the Lord no longer needs to hold you."

"Look at me, the Lord has held me."

"..." Milton glared at him unhappily, "That's not because you were pestering the Lord and the Lord had no choice but to hug him."

She is not as shameless as him!

Milod made a face at her, "That's also a hug. The Lord's embrace is so warm!"

He was particularly proud of this.

"you--"

Milton was furious.

"Ignore you!"

She flew away immediately and stopped looking at him.

Little Milod snorted and followed the Lord contentedly, following him towards the temple.

"Dear Heavenly Father, what's wrong with Cecia? Is she sick?"

he asked curiously as he flew around the god.

An angel interrupted, "She must be sick. Look at her face, it's very red."

It must be uncomfortable to be so red.

"Then, will Cecia die?"

Simple Xiaomi Rod didn't understand anything and asked worriedly.

The kind and gentle God Lord hugged the sleeping girl tightly in his arms, gently rubbed her head, and smiled, "No, Milod."

"Checia is just a little uncomfortable. After a nap, she will regain her energy."

Merod always believed the words of Heavenly Father the most. He said that Cecia would not die, which meant that Cecia would definitely not die.

So he nodded seriously.

"Then Cecia should have a good sleep. If she doesn't have a bed, Milod is willing to give her his bed."

The Lord of God smiled slightly and said softly, "What a good boy."

Little Angel Milod puffed up her chest proudly.

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Cecia didn't sleep for long.

Just because she was so comfortable and mentally relaxed, she fell asleep unconsciously.

When she woke up again, she found that she was lying in the arms of the Lord, and everything around her looked familiar.

It was obvious that she was back in the temple again.

And this time, he personally brought her back.

Cecia sat up, her slender legs swaying slightly.

Although sitting on the lap of God is a very intimate and ambiguous act, the servant of God seems to have no knowledge of this aspect and does not think there is anything wrong with this.

In fact, even the angels only felt envious and curious, but did not think much about other aspects.

Cecia turned her head and stared at the kind and gentle Lord God with her beautiful green eyes.

He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with such an action, he just gently rubbed her head with a soft and loving tone.

"Poor Cecia, are you feeling better?"

"..." The beautiful girl, whose cheeks returned to normal rosiness, blinked her eyes.

He raised his hand to touch his normal-temperature face and pursed his lips.

"I just...what happened?"

She didn't seem to know why her body was changing like this.

The beautiful and gentle god stared deeply at her.

His slender fingers gently pinched her cheek and said, "It's probably because she is too tired, so she feels a little uncomfortable."

"Ceccia, you should have a good rest."