Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

night.

After some tenderness, Yun Si lay in Mr. Qiao's arms, feeling a little drowsy while listening to Mr. Qiao telling her stories.

As Mr. Qiao gets older, his voice becomes more and more magnetic, like the gurgling cello sound on the strings. It is deep and soft, making people's ears tingle unconsciously.

Completely red.

Mr. Qiao held her, gently touched her cheek, and told her stories gently.

He loved telling her stories.

The simple and warm story, in his low and gentle voice, seemed to be tainted with magic, silently comforting her and telling her to relax.

Invisibly coaxing, like a lullaby, gentle and just right.

She was quietly buried in his arms, eyes closed, like a soft child, relying on him.

Gradually, I will fall asleep.

But suddenly the image of the child flashed through her mind, and she moved.

Mr. Qiao, who endured the sleepiness, raised his head and kissed her.

I was so sleepy that I couldn't even open my eyes, but I was still holding on.

The voice was delicate and soft, like a milk cat's.

"Afu...that kid today..."

Mr. Qiao, who is already forty years old, has elegant, gentle and white eyebrows that are becoming more profound and charming, and the aura on his body is becoming softer.

Just like the fragrant warm tea held in the hand in the cold winter, it becomes more calm and friendly, exuding mature and elegant charm.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and there were fine wrinkles at the ends of his deep eyebrows.

Not deep.

But it still leaves its mark under the caress of time.

It is a sign of gradual aging, symbolizing that his lifespan is decreasing little by little.

Little by little, nothing less but not more.

He held the person in his arms, the bedside lamp was warm and soft, and his gentle and elegant eyebrows became more calm and charming.

There was a slight curve on her lips, and her fingertips were gentle and slowly caressing her face.

He stared at her quietly, his smile unchanged.

"is there a problem?"

He answered her gently, as if he didn't want to scare her.

The person who had been raised to be extremely delicate lay buried in his arms and hummed softly.

I'm sleepy, but I still want to finish what I want to ask.

"He...what happened to him?"

"Why... do you suddenly want to raise a child?"

Mature and charming Mr. Qiao lowered his eyes.

After a while, he probably understood what she wanted to ask. He raised his lips slightly, slowly put down the storybook and put it aside.

Her tone became gentler: "Don't Sisi like him?"

"He was disobedient today?"

Tenderly, like a kind old father.

Reading between the lines, I can't tell what it means.

The person who always loved to act coquettishly in his arms hummed, her cheeks turned red and soft, and she shook her head.

"There's nothing I don't like..."

"It's just that... I don't like it and I don't hate it either."

To her, he was just a stranger and had no feelings.

She just didn't understand why he would start raising children?

Her voice paused, she opened her eyes slightly, and unconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes.

"Do you... want a child?"

She bit her lip and wanted to get up and look at him.

As a result, the next second, he was held down by the gentle Mr. Qiao.

"Afu..."

Mr. Qiao took off his glasses and lay down.

He hugged the squeamish person who was becoming more and more coquettish in his arms, kissed her, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't think too much about it, eh?"

He doted on her completely like a child, giving almost all his tenderness to her.