Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He placed the cane in a special place with his slender and beautiful hands, then picked up the tea beside him and drank a cup.

Take your time and apply light color to your lips.

After Uncle Wang closed the curtain, he walked over and agreed.

"Okay, sir."

"After these words are removed, sir...can you ask them to plant something else?"

The entire estate is his and he can do with it as he pleases.

Qiao Boxing clicked his fingertips and said, "It's up to you."

"It's better not to plant flowers."

There is so much pollen in spring that it smells pungent.

Uncle Wang bowed slightly, "Okay, sir, I will let them choose something with a fresher taste."

"Then, sir, do you have any other instructions?"

The gentle-tempered Mr. Qiao raised his hand to indicate that he could go out.

Uncle Wang then left.

When leaving, he also closed the bedroom door.

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Outside the window, the gorgeous roses were still sleeping unconsciously, swaying gently with the wind.

Under the moonlight, the rich fragrance of roses is like a beauty's skirt, trembling and swaying under the influence of the evening breeze, which is amazingly beautiful.

The sea of ​​flowers grows extremely well nourished by the fertile land.

Waves rise and fall, waves upon waves.

The moon peeked out from the clouds, and the bright red petals quietly revealed the gorgeous flower bones like a shy girl.

The slender branches with thorns, without support in the wind, squeezed each other, vivid and vivid, like a colorful picture.

Quiet and beautiful like a fairyland on earth.

Don't dare to disturb people.

Soon, when the lights in the villa were extinguished one by one, the entire manor seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

It was quiet, only people's dreams were wandering one after another, and it was very lively.

At five o'clock in the morning, it was already dawn.

Night and day intertwined, but night still had the upper hand, and the sky was thickly black.

The temperature is still slightly cooler than spring.

In the silent sea of ​​flowers, the beautiful blooming rose seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

While sleeping, I had sweet dreams, beautiful and addictive.

The silent murmurs in his sleep were like magic, with some crystalline and beautiful light shining slightly.

Thousands of roses rise together into tiny rays of light that are as moving as fireflies.

The light is weak, but when gathered together, it seems to illuminate this beautiful fairyland.

The moonlight is not as bright as it is extremely bright, and they reflect each other, as if something has changed and something has not changed.

After an unknown amount of time, the light seemed to disappear.

The sea of ​​roses fell into darkness again.

Something seemed to be moving among the densely packed spikes.

The delicate petals trembled and then stopped.

A rustling sound came faintly.

Then, it was quiet for a while.

Soon, a hand as white and soft as snow stretched out.

Struggling, she pulled away the sharp branches covering her body.

Standing on the fertile land with her slender bare feet, her red dress is extremely gorgeous.

Maybe it’s because the surroundings are too quiet, or maybe it’s because the sea of ​​flowers is so beautiful.

She stood there, wearing a burgundy dress and long hair like a waterfall of seaweed.

Eye-catching and beautiful as a picture, it almost blends into this fairyland.

Probably a little confused, the beautiful rose elf raised her head and raised her beautiful rippling eyes.

Under the soft and bright moonlight, those pure and clear eyes were slightly intoxicating with the color of red wine.