Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Cecia almost laughed in anger.

"Azazel, do you think I have no way to punish you?"

He didn't speak and hugged her tighter.

Feeling her wings retract, he went even further, covering her entirely.

She couldn't leave.

"It's you who are late."

He spoke hoarsely, rubbing the tip of his nose against the string of her skirt.

The voice was low, and there seemed to be some grievance between the lines.

"It's your fault that you're late."

If you make a mistake, you will be punished.

"..." Cecia's hand paused.

Even the hair of a meek person is soft.

Soft and soft, just like the stupid look he had when he was a child. Even when he was beaten, he just pursed his lips, rubbed himself, and neither cried nor made a fuss.

He has no temper and a very good temper.

When he grew up, he relied on her very much.

It's fine on weekdays.

But sometimes if she doesn't appear in time, he will become very anxious like a wild beast that has lost its shackles.

Like a fly that has lost its backbone, its rationality may run away at any time, and it may do something crazy at any time.

It's very morbid and has reached an extreme state.

Cecia looked at him silently.

The hand on his head also stopped for a few seconds.

Finally, she seemed to sigh.

He rubbed his head gently, just like he did when he was a child.

"Then, can you forgive me?"

She rubbed his soft hair and asked helplessly.

Of course it can.

The docile beast raised its head and nuzzled her cheek.

Facing her beautiful star-like green eyes, he made up his mind.

The dark eyes narrowed slightly.

The gentleness also revealed the aura of scum.

He raised his hand and gently lifted her hair, revealing her porcelain white and delicate ears.

He looked at her and kissed her again.

The movements are extremely skillful.

"Ceccia."

As a mature man, every move reveals lust.

It's so seductive and lingering that even the slightest movement can make people's faces turn red and their hearts beat fast.

He rubbed her slender waist, and you could feel the hot warmth of his palm through the thin fabric.

Just like a spark, it only needs a little more to be completely ignited.

Burn her up.

He said, "Let's go home. I want to give you a gift."

"..." The beautiful and delicate angel blinked.

After the words fell, he picked her up.

Standard posture for holding a child, relaxed.

Cecia threw her arms around his neck.

When she was about to leave, she patted him and raised her chin as a signal.

"Azazel, don't forget your book."

Azazel didn't even raise his eyes.

Hold her tight.

"Put it here, no one will take it."

He said calmly.

Extremely indifferent.

"..." Cecia was slightly startled.

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After leaving the church, Azazel returned to the manor.

Holding his angel doll, he went upstairs.

He didn't look sideways, completely ignoring the people flirting in the manor, as if he didn't see them.

Ji Chuchu saw her son coming back and hurriedly pushed Benson away.

Subconsciously, he began to sort out his messy clothes.

Benson snorted and held her down.

"Why are you panicking? It's not the first time we've bumped into him."

"So what!" Ji Chuchu glared at him fiercely, "He is my son, you don't care, I don't care!"

Benson was disturbed and felt bored for a moment.

He tugged on his somewhat wrinkled tie and glanced at the figure who disappeared on the second floor.