Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

She rubbed her heart, and the tense back slowly relaxed.

The sweat-soaked clothes clung to her back, feeling a little cold.

She sat there with her head down, her hair loose, and her emotions calmed down for a while.

The environment in the dream was too real, which always made her feel uncomfortable.

She slowly loosened her grip on the quilt, raised it, and looked at it.

White and clean, nothing.

She watched quietly for a while.

"Squeak——"

The ajar wooden door opened.

A familiar breath came in, along with the gentle footsteps.

The man was still very plain, and he came in with a basin in his washed white cloth.

The man sitting on the bed lowered his hand and tightened it almost subconsciously.

Grabbing a corner of the quilt, she raised her head and looked at him.

The gorgeous little face was once a little pale, so white that it was a little scary.

"A...A Chen?"

The man who put down the basin and turned his back to her paused for a moment.

Then, turn around.

The commoner's clothes are simple, his eyebrows are clear, and his breath is gentle.

His deep black eyes looked at her quietly.

Unexpectedly, he didn't respond to her immediately.

Instead, he stood there and stared.

Lowering his eyes and looking down calmly,

It is very much like the god above the fairy clouds in the dream.

Sitting on top of the magnificent and dazzling temple, his face was astonishingly handsome, but his eyes were extremely cold, heartless and indifferent.

He looked down at her from a high place, as if looking at an ant that could be crushed to death at will, looking down at her.

Out of reach.

Give her the most deadly and painful trial.

Knock her down to purgatory, where she endures the whips of ice and the pain of vultures pecking her heart every day.

The person who used to be extremely gentle to her was able to say extremely hurtful and cruel words while sitting in the palace.

Every word is heart-breaking and extremely cool.

She looked at him, almost for an instant, as if she had returned to a dream.

It was as if she hadn't woken up from her dream yet, hadn't escaped yet, and couldn't escape.

There was no way to escape the harsh punishment he inflicted on her.

The poor little vixen bit her lip slightly.

After meeting his gaze, her hands holding the quilt tightened, and her clear eyes trembled.

Subconsciously, he stepped back.

It is a vigilant posture, with caution.

Slowly, step back and shrink into the bed.

"you……"

The man watched her movements with a normal expression and said nothing.

Come over, bend down slightly, and open your arms.

"What's wrong? Have a nightmare?"

The tone was still gentle, as usual.

"..." The beautiful girl huddled in the bed, hugging the quilt and saying nothing.

Her wet and bright peach blossom eyes just looked at him quietly, like a young newborn cub, soft and full of milk.

She was covered in sweat, and her slender white fingers were tightly grasping the corner of the quilt.

"A...A Chen?"

She was on guard for her little milky voice.

Carefully, all limbs were curled together.

The cheeks are pale and the lips are red and soft.

She looked like a charming little beauty, moist and dripping with sweat.

The floral scent is extremely intense.

The man standing by the bed slightly raised the corners of his lips and looked at her with a smile.

He stretched out his hand and stopped in mid-air, his knuckles clearly smooth.

"come over?"

Her tone was as gentle as water, too soft.

It's even a bit unusual.

But the man who was still mentally stressed didn't notice it yet and just stared at him.

Then, his eyes fell on his hands.