Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The person who was about to say something paused.

"You mean...getting married?"

He stroked her back and seemed to smile.

His expression was invisible, and his voice was surprisingly weak.

Even plainer than the plain ice.

He said calmly: "Sorry, I am a non-marriage person."

Meaning, there is no title.

He just wants her to be his mistress.

"..." Yun Si frowned.

She is not stupid, so she can naturally understand the meaning.

It's just that the word mistress... is really unpleasant.

She slowly pushed him away, looking at him quietly with those moist and moving eyes.

There was silence.

He seemed to know that she would be unwilling, and he seemed to have expected all of this.

The man who regained his coolness and indifference slowly lifted a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

The phoenix eyes are deep and the thin lips are ruthless.

Word by word, very bland.

"You can think about it."

"After all, I won't give you a status like your fiancé..."

"Of course, you can also refuse."

He suddenly raised her chin, her face was handsome, and her breath was dangerously cold.

The methods are despicable and extremely cruel.

"But before you say no... think about your family," he said.

"Their lives are all in your hands."

"What do you think? Miss Yun."

"..."

Yun Si looked at him quietly.

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When the door to the room was opened, Chunhua was already freezing outside.

The rain was still falling, but it had become much lighter and turned into a steady drizzle.

The door to the room opened, and the tall, slender and handsome soldier came out, wearing black gloves and with a gun tied to his waist.

His eyebrows were deep and cold, he was neither happy nor angry, he was wearing a military coat and left just like that.

It was raining and I didn’t even hold an umbrella.

Chunhua stood there and stared blankly for a while.

After looking at it for a while, he suddenly reacted and turned back to the room.

"Miss! Miss, how are you?"

In the room, the person sitting quietly under the candlelight was pouring tea.

While coughing, he poured tea slowly.

He filled the cup with tea, held it in his hands, and drank it in small sips.

The cheeks are pink, the lips are red and soft, the tips of the ears are also red, and the fragrance in the room is very rich.

It's almost so drunk that it can make your legs weak.

It was hard not to wonder what the two of them were doing in this room.

Chunhua stared blankly, then looked out the door.

He came over and scratched his head.

"Miss...what did you talk about?"

How could we talk for so long?

She was naive and could not see the charming atmosphere in this room.

It just feels weird, but I can't tell what's wrong.

The man in a plain white dress slowly put down his tea cup and shook his head silently.

He coughed twice and sat there quietly, as if in a daze.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

Chunhua asked her a few more questions, but she answered absentmindedly.

Like something is on his mind.

Chunhua scratched her head.

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The second day.

Lu Zongsheng was called to Yun Mansion urgently.

When he was called urgently, he had just gotten up and came in a hurry without even having time to wash his face.

Carrying the medicine box, head to report.

"Chief, are you looking for me?"

He entered the room, panting slightly, and saluted.

Pei Chen stood in front of the mirror, his upper body naked, his eyes dark.

Hearing his voice, he slowly turned around.

Lu Zongsheng stopped suddenly.

"Your injury——"

His face was filled with shock.

The wound on the man's heart that should have been still recovering has now completely healed.