Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Amidst the devout voices of the believers, the young man who was about to leave stopped for an instant.

Those indifferent eyes did not move for a long time.

When I lifted it up again, it seemed that something had changed and something remained the same.

Believers prayed devoutly, praying for the return of the Lord.

Just looking at the young man with his back to them, he seemed to laugh.

Slowly looking back, his eyes were compassionate and gentle.

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When Cecia woke up from her deep dream, the room was still silent.

The heavy rain outside the window stopped at some point, and the sun appeared, shining on the curtain.

Full screen of light and shadow.

Outside the window, the sound of raindrops can still be heard faintly, and the birds are chirping, gathering on the balcony, which is crisp and sweet.

Cecia sat on the bed, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the bed subconsciously.

He hasn't come back yet and seems to have been gone for a long time.

So Cecia lay on the bed again, slowly pressing her sore and swollen waist.

In a daze, in a trance.

She was wondering, was her bet with God completed?

The results are in and she wins.

Logically speaking, she should have regained her freedom by now.

She stared at the ceiling and thought for a long time.

She was thinking about his reaction in the temple.

From beginning to end, she felt that she would lose.

Because he was so calm, as calm as if he already knew the outcome.

He agreed quickly without even negotiating terms.

It seemed as if it was certain that she would lose.

Cecia clicked her fingers, thinking.

When she heard movement outside, her eyelids twitched and her thoughts immediately retracted.

Cover yourself with quilt, lie on your side with your back to the door, and close your eyes.

Pretending to be still asleep.

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The door to the room opened softly.

Soon, it was closed gently again.

The sound of subtle footsteps can't be heard at all if you don't listen carefully.

Cecia, who had her eyes closed, put her hands beside her cheeks and remained motionless.

Feeling the person approaching, he moved very lightly.

He took off his clothes and got into bed again.

He opened the quilt and felt the hot temperature again.

It was so hot that her fingertips couldn't help but tremble.

The chirping of birds outside the window had disappeared at some point, and even the sound of raindrops was gone.

When those familiar arms slowly hugged her, Cecia felt the restraint on her waist again.

So tight.

The kiss fell again, very softly, but with a hint of something.

How could Cecia not understand what this meant?

She gave up pretending to be asleep, opened her eyes, and avoided his kiss, "Azazel!"

Her voice was delicate, a little hoarse due to a night of hard work.

Coupled with a complaining and dissatisfied tone, it always seems to be coquettish.

Like a cat whose sleep was disturbed, it was extremely squeamish.

"I want to rest, no trouble."

The man behind him seemed to pause.

But the next second, before Cecia could relax, she was interrupted by his kiss.

He didn't seem to want to stop at all.

"..." Cecia turned over and wanted to push him.

But when she met his light golden eyes, she stopped again.

The man happened to hold her face and kiss her.

Particularly fond of her lips.

Cecia's cheeks were red and soft, like ripe cherries, and her whole body exuded an alluring fragrance.

She pushed the man on top of her, but couldn't push him away.

He tried to kick her again, but was restrained by him instead.

Poor Cecia: "..."