Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He wanted to look up, looking for the sound.

However, his head hurt too much.

It hurt so much that it felt like the bones were being torn out of the flesh.

Until the flesh and blood are blurred.

At this time, the room was very warm, as if the heater was on.

But his body was trembling in waves, and he was trembling uncontrollably.

He broke out in a cold sweat. It was so cold that he wanted to shrink up.

He sat slumped there, with his head lowered and his eyelashes lowered.

Even the shallow eyelashes were wet, soaked with the sweat that kept flowing down.

Drop by drop, falling down.

Like silent tears.

Cheeks pale.

Almost transparent.

He sat there, his dark eyes hooded, as if covered with a layer of white veil blocking his sight.

Eyelashes that are too wet, eyes that are too cloudy.

Motionless and sweating profusely.

He looked up very slowly, like an old man.

Sweat wet his hair, slid past his tight lips, and slid past his slightly rolled Adam's apple.

It fell, landing silently on the carpeted floor.

Very quiet. Very quiet.

In the quiet room, the voices were very soft.

It was so soft that you couldn't hear what was said at all.

You can only tell from the sweet laughter that they are lovers.

A very loving lover.

The man was gentle, the woman was coquettish, and the two of them were talking in low voices.

It's like chatting or making out.

The warm and sweet atmosphere seemed to make even the long-lasting rose fragrance in the air blush and want to hide quietly.

Don't dare to look.

Jiang Wen, on the other hand, remained silent.

His white and cloudy eyes were fixedly looking ahead, as if he was a little distracted.

The body that was in extreme pain seemed to be gradually going numb, and the hands that were shaking constantly because of the pain were also extremely cold.

Bitingly cold.

It was as if he could tell who the woman who was speaking was.

The coquettish voice has never changed.

Even facing that man, she became more dependent and softer.

Softly, between the lines, I never concealed my love.

She likes that man, likes him very much.

Even, love to the extreme.

Jiang Wen slowly lowered his eyes, his pale and cold face expressionless.

Just like that, as if he had lost his soul, he remained motionless and lowered his head.

Shadows shrouded his brows, which were so emotionless that they were almost terrifying, and his cold hands sank into the soft carpet.

Like, using force.

He exerted force silently, but no one noticed.

Just hold on tightly, and the crystal water drops fall down drop by drop.

Like sweat, but also like... tears.

With the remaining warmth on his body.

Full of loneliness.

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Yun Si opened her eyes.

The red and coquettish light on her fingertips disappeared, her face was calm, and she looked at him quietly for a while.

He hasn't woken up yet, and sweat breaks out on his forehead again.

I was sweating, almost all my hair was wet.

He still slept uneasily, and his hand that gradually loosened his grip began to tend to hold on to her again.

My body was sweating non-stop and my fingers were extremely cold.

Probably due to severe dehydration, his lips became very dry.

The blood was gone, like a fish about to die from exhaustion, and he coughed from time to time.

Dry cough that makes my throat tremble.

Yun Si picked up the towel on the side and wiped his sweat.

The worry between his eyebrows is getting heavier and heavier.

Worry is heavy.

I don't know why...

The stimulation here would be so great for him.