Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

She stopped and saw the man coming to her room.

The man was folding clothes for her, and his fair-skinned hands that were supposed to be holding pens and scrolls were always so troublesome when doing these tedious tasks.

Fold and fold, meticulously and carefully.

Under the flickering candlelight, his eyebrows were as white as snow.

The clear and deep outline of the facial features shows an extremely ruthless imperial appearance.

Even if it is rarely revealed, it always gives people a sense of oppression that is decisive and decisive.

It makes people uncontrollably want to surrender.

Fortunately, maybe it was due to his temperament, or maybe it was because the light in the room was too soft, which softened the inherent thin emotion between his eyebrows. Yun Si stood there and looked at him, and paused for a moment.

Then, like a clingy kitten, she sat next to him and hugged him.

She couldn't help but want to rub her body into his arms and smell the refreshing fragrance on his body that made her feel at ease.

Not afraid of him at all.

On the contrary, he was extremely squeamish.

"Why are you here? Are you planning to...sleep with me?"

She hugged his waist, raised her head, her eyes bright.

Her hair was wet, wet, and cold.

The god who was supposed to be ruthless and cold paused for a moment and lowered his eyes.

The deep purple eyes were filled with tenderness and a bit of helplessness.

"Aren't you wiping your hair?"

He put down the clean clothes in his hands and reached for the dry cloth beside him.

"Sit down."

The snow-white and gentle fingertips touched her forehead.

It's soft, warm, and non-destructive.

The goblin who was extremely good at climbing up the pole sat directly on his lap.

Hooking his neck, his pretty face came closer.

"You wipe it, I won't move."

Her pair of exceptionally bright peach blossom eyes are always so bright.

Curved, two pointed little tiger teeth were exposed on the lips.

Smart and flamboyant, the floral fragrance on her body almost intoxicates the soul.

That person who was particularly domineering and arrogant outside was now like a good fox cub begging to be touched and hugged, eager to expose his soft belly.

I want him to touch and rub me, rub him affectionately, hold me tightly, and be extra clingy.

Only stick to him.

The gentle and good-tempered god stared at her quietly.

Probably considering that she was not in a good mood today, he lowered his eyes and said nothing more.

He just wiped her wet hair quietly and gently, and even if he was kissed by her, he just glanced at her helplessly and indulgently.

He didn't say anything, but his cold and emotionless eyebrows were almost as soft as water.

It turned into tender water, moisturizing things and pampering her silently.

The curve of the corners of his lips has never disappeared.

After finally drying her hair, her body was as white as snow, and her clothes were in a mess.

The lips are brightly colored and as red as blood.

The warm eyes were a faint purple color, slightly moist and bottomless.

There were even a few ambiguous bite marks on the white neck.

Like dots of red plums in the white snow, they are bright and beautiful, mottled and clear.

The god took out the hand that was restless in his clothes. His breath was a little heavy, but it was still stable and not chaotic.

He pinched her cheek gently as punishment.

"Not good."

His tone was soft, not like scolding, but more like coaxing her.

Coax her to be more rude and do more extreme things.

The beautiful flower demon sitting on his lap took advantage of him and was very satisfied.