Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Fireworks are warm and beautiful, symbolizing blessings and hope.

The people under the fireworks are dazzling, and the red dress of velvet is even more stunning and beautiful.

She stood on tiptoe, hooking him, and was very close to him.

Yingying smiled, her red lips were gorgeous.

The noble and beautiful god stared at her quietly, and the hand on her back did not move for a long time.

The snow-white and warm fingertips almost radiate a faint trembling tenderness.

Endless tenderness.

The lingering love poured out in those silent movements, and it seemed that he could no longer control it.

Fireworks are blooming all over the sky, and the hustle and bustle of the world is also rising.

The surroundings were lively, but the two people standing under the lantern seemed to be isolated from the noise of the world.

The snow-colored god, who was thinking deeply, lowered his eyes, and his mood seemed to be a little wrong.

Under the exaggeration of the fireworks, those cold and deep eyes seemed to turn red for a moment.

Suddenly he hugged her, losing control and using too much force.

It was as if he wanted to rub her whole into her bones, her eyes were extremely dark and terrifyingly deep.

He kept getting angry and hugged her extremely uncontrollably.

The almost uncontrollable strength was like a strong and thick iron chain.

Some horrible madness.

The person who was caught off guard was stunned for a moment.

But the next second, his strong force came, holding her tightly.

That extremely slender and soft figure had no strength to resist under such force.

Trembling and towering, frail and frail astonishingly.

She couldn't help but hiss.

Humming like a cat, her soft red lips pressed against his neck, so cute.

"You...what's wrong with you...be gentle...you hurt me..."

She didn't push him away, she just felt dissatisfied and the fragrance of flowers on her body was particularly strong.

The god who was holding her tightly was breathing horribly deep in her ear.

His long, white hands firmly held her head and pressed her into his arms.

Keep holding me tight, holding me tight, and holding me tight again.

Totally out of control.

"...Jiu Ge?"

Her muffled and confused voice came, confused and confused.

The god holding her was breathing heavily and hot.

The white body covered with snow is no longer as cold and plain as before, and finally has rolling waves.

He seemed to have touched her soft lips in her ear, and the tone was muted.

It was as dark and hoarse as night, horribly hoarse.

He lay low, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, his fingers curled up, and his joints turned white.

It's like he is trying his best to suppress something.

Use all your strength to suppress the emotions that are about to overflow.

"Sorry, I'm... a little cold."

His voice was low and seemed a little difficult.

In a low voice, he gave her a very reasonable explanation, and hugged her because it was cold.

instead of...

Because of others.

"..." The lovely girl being held blinked, a little confused.

Does God... also feel cold?

She felt a little strange.

But when he said it, she believed it.

She made a clear sound and hugged him obediently. A coquettish red light appeared in her palms.

"Would this be better?"

She warmed him with the fire of hell, and her voice was particularly soft and delicate.

She was a little out of control emotionally, but she quickly calmed down, lowered her eyes, hummed, and relaxed her hold on her.

This will make her more comfortable and less painful.

His eyes were gentle and hot, like the rolling hot magma under the snow, almost crazy and terrifying.

But his movements were always gentle and his tone was always gentle.

Never show it.

"Si Si."

"ah?"

"I am also very……"