Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

She lost consciousness, and in her hazy vision, she could only feel that someone was taking care of her.

The breath is extremely familiar, familiar to the core.

Her delicate fingers gently hooked him.

Actions that I rely on very much, like I have done them hundreds or thousands of times.

"Nine songs..."

It was probably too uncomfortable, and the person closest to me was by my side.

Her nose was a little sore, her voice was nasal, and she had a faint cry.

There was a slight moisture in her long eyelashes, and she was trembling slightly, with tears gathering at the end of her eyes.

Like a child, acting like a spoiled child, so soft.

The iron-blooded and cold-blooded leader looked at her calmly.

The dark pupils were as cold as the abyss, and there was no trace of that person's gentleness.

He stopped wiping her hands and saw that she kept calling someone's name, like a little abandoned cub, waiting painfully for the person she relied on to come back.

The picture was a bit dazzling at one point, making people uncontrollably irritated.

He slowly put the towel aside and leaned over.

He held her chin gently, his eyes darkened.

"See clearly, who am I?"

"..." The sickly man, who was no longer conscious, looked at him quietly with misty, watery eyes.

Like a little confused.

The fog was so heavy that her eyes were wet, blocking her clear vision.

Like a young baby, she looked at him ignorantly and dependently, and murmured: "Nine songs..."

"You are, Jiu Ge..."

"My Nine Songs..."

She answered his questions unconsciously, her voice as soft as if it had been scratched by a cat's claws.

It almost tickles your heart.

It's really tempting without even realizing it.

The force in his hand became stronger and he stared at her with calm eyes.

"Are you engaged?"

She was still confused, dumbfounded, and her mind was groggy.

His approach probably made her body feel more comfortable. She raised her hand with some difficulty and put it on his medal-covered shoulder.

Like a weak and boneless dodder flower, she gently hugged his neck.

She got closer, and her body became more comfortable under the fusion of his breath.

The feeling of rejection between the soul body and the host body was no longer so strong, which made her somewhat relieved.

"Engaged, engaged..."

When her consciousness was unclear, she always relied on him extraordinarily.

Like a well-behaved little girl, she answered whatever he asked.

The answer was spoken unconsciously, very seriously.

"We will become husband and wife soon..."

"I, I will marry you soon... and be your wife..."

The voice was coquettish and soft, just like coquettishness.

Hold him, nuzzle him like a kitten, completely dependent on him.

He seemed to be sure that he would not hurt her or be angry with her.

The leader lowered his eyes, his expression terrifyingly calm.

He did not refuse her active embrace.

He even kept stroking her cheeks which were gradually getting warmer.

In this era when there are differences between men and women, she did not have clear consciousness and acted like this, which was already out of moral integrity.

If you lose your reputation, you can only marry the man in front of you, and you can no longer think about other men.

Otherwise, they will be taken to the pig pen for dipping.

The chief knew this clearly, but he still didn't push her away.

Even, his long hands gradually went down and calmly unbuttoned her clothes.

Let her rely more on him and be closer to him without any scruples.

Deliberately, to destroy her and the damn engagement she was always talking about.