Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..." The man who had been raised to be more squeamish and domineering snorted, shook off his hand, turned around and left.

"Someone comes to see you. Let's talk."

Her unhappiness was revealed between the lines.

The gentle-tempered god grabbed her.

The force on his hand seemed gentle, but it brought her back in one fell swoop.

"It's okay, you don't have to leave."

The god was wearing a simple blue robe, and his wide sleeves had been rolled up.

High, held between the elbows.

He should have been sitting in a high position, untainted by the fireworks of the world, but now, he was like a village man in the mountains, washing his hands and making soup, with a scarf tied around his waist.

He held his squeamish little lady, his voice was gentle and gentle, and it was easy to hear a bit of coaxing.

His posture was lowered and his eyes were soft, as if he was trying to please her.

"Don't be angry, huh?"

In an instant, Luo Fei's nails dug deeper.

It penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood, and warm liquid seemed to flow out.

In the palm of my hand, the warm touch became more and more sticky.

She clenched her fists tightly and watched the interaction between the two people behind the door.

Especially, that noble and handsome man never looked at her from beginning to end.

When his little lady is angry, the first thing he cares about is her.

No one else is around, even intimacy is so natural and familiar.

It is not difficult to imagine how many hundreds of times he has done these things.

The picture is extremely dazzling.

Luo Fei blushed, turned around and ran away without saying a word.

He ran extremely fast, as if he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Behind the door, the squeamish man who was in a somewhat unhappy mood twisted his hands, trying to get rid of him.

"Aren't you going to chase her?"

She snorted coldly and was about to leave.

The man hugged her and nodded her forehead.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I pursue another woman?"

The extremely arrogant and selfish man snorted and reached out to pull his ears.

"Do you dare to give chase?"

The man curled his lips slightly and said, "Well, I don't dare."

With that said, he held her slender waist and went back.

The door then closed automatically.

"If someone knocks on the door from now on, I'll come and you sit down obediently, okay?"

The door was closed, but the man's voice could still be heard faintly, coaxing patiently.

The squeamish person pushed him away, dissatisfied.

"...What? Are you afraid that I will meet your old lover?"

The man paused, helpless.

"Another nonsense."

He leaned over, got close to her, and gently pinched her delicate face, very patiently.

"I have only had you, where did my old lover come from?"

"Don't think so, okay?"

"...really not?"

"No."

That beautiful and extremely squeamish person pouted.

"That's pretty much it."

"You are mine, don't look at other women, you know?"

She is very territorial, to a fault.

It's hers, no one else can touch it.

Absolutely not.

The supreme god who was admired by all people laughed softly, leaned over and hugged her.

He kissed her on her rosy and pretty face.

as usual.

"Okay, I'm yours."

And you are mine too.

He spoke softly and spoke word for word.

The promise given to him was easy.

The fox, who was in a somewhat unhappy mood, felt a little more satisfied.

Stretch out your arms and hug him.

Her cheek rubbed against his neck, like a small animal, and the unpleasant things were quickly forgotten.

"Is the meal ready? I'm hungry."

"alright."

Her head was touched gently, "Go wash your hands first."