Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

In front of these people with guns, Chunhua can't stand up.

Like a quail, the voice is very weak.

However, the military guards showed no reaction.

One of them stepped forward and said, "I don't need you tonight, you can go back."

Cold and concise, as stone-like.

"..." Chunhua was a little stunned.

"No...you don't need me?"

"Is there a doctor coming to see the young lady?"

The military guards did not answer her, but only gave her a gesture of invitation.

Meaning, she can leave.

Chunhua opened her mouth, "But...I can serve...by...Miss..."

At the end of the sentence, her voice became smaller and smaller.

So small that it can be almost nothing.

She had heard about the ruthlessness of the Xiaojun, so she didn't dare to contradict them at all.

After speaking weakly, she glanced at the closed room with some reluctance.

Worrying, he moved slowly.

Leave slowly.

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The autumn night is getting colder.

Without the light of the sun, the bright moon in the sky also hid in the thick clouds to avoid the cold night wind.

In the room, faint coughing sounds could be heard from time to time, as light as a little baby.

The man on the hospital bed was suffering from high fever, dripping with sweat, and his cheeks were extremely hot.

The originally porcelain white face was now as if it had been smeared with the most gorgeous rouge, as charming as a ripe rose, completely gorgeous.

A strong sense of thirst and vomiting forcefully woke her up from her sleep.

She coughed and opened her moist eyes slightly.

The lips are delicate and beautiful, but they are not done well.

My throat was also burning.

Her eyes were filled with mist, and in her hazy vision, she seemed to see a figure walking towards her.

A familiar scent, warm and very safe.

She gently trembled her long eyelashes and raised her delicate fingertips slightly.

As if trying hard to reach him.

Always want to rely on him.

The figure landed silently beside the bed, and the breath on his body was cold and cold.

It seemed that he had come covered with cold dew, and even his clothes were stained with cold air.

He gently lifted her up and held her in his arms.

The delicate person, who was already feeling uncomfortable and warm, instantly hummed comfortably.

Her hot cheeks rubbed against him unconsciously, absorbing the few coolness from his body.

Like a soft kitten with a pink belly, it is very clingy.

The person holding her held a wet towel that came from nowhere and wiped her sweat bit by bit.

It rubbed across her forehead, the ends of her brows, the tip of her nose, and finally landed on her cheeks.

Warm temperature, just right.

It can make her feel comfortable without making her feel cold.

She lowered her long and soft eyelashes and made a soft sound like a cat.

It's milky and has a slight nasal sound.

Leaning in his arms, she didn't make any noise or fuss, she was obedient and not wary at all.

Simple and clean, like a well-protected person who has never been exposed to the cruelty and chaos of war.

It's so beautiful that people can't bear to touch it.

The person holding her unbuttoned her clothes and slowly wiped her sweat.

She leaned quietly in his arms, her white and slender fingers moving silently.

Like a young baby, she gently grasped his calloused fingers.

Very light, no force at all.

She opened her beautiful eyes with misty ripples and slowly looked at him.

The voice is as soft and dependable as ever.

"...I want to hug..."