Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

New house.

After nightfall, the young master obviously had no patience anymore.

The room was stuffy and I couldn't do anything else.

Wearing a red hijab all the time made him uncomfortable.

On weekdays, he just loves to be noisy and still has the nature of a child.

Now it would be uncomfortable for him to sit by the bed all the time.

The little temper also came up.

"How long do we have to wait?"

He was soft and bored, and could not sit still no matter how hard he sat.

The red tape and rules of getting married were like shackles, binding him and making him particularly uncomfortable.

He has the temperament of a child, and he is usually pampered. How could he ever feel the grievance of being treated so coldly?

He became increasingly bored and irritable.

He was bulging with energy, looking more and more like a puffer fish.

It's vicious and bites.

"I want to sleep!"

At this time, the red candles in the wedding room had been burned out, and they had been replaced with new ones early.

The night outside was already dark, and everything was quiet, without any sound.

Festive red lanterns were hung outside the room, and the soft red light illuminated the way.

Empty, no one around.

The room is bright and the light aromatherapy is used to calm the mind.

Xia Lin was afraid that he would lose his temper, so he comforted him and said, "Sir, come on, come on, the general will be back soon."

"There are so many guests outside now that the general won't be able to get away for a while."

"You've said this hundreds of times, can you say it differently!?"

The spoiled young master was really annoyed and subconsciously raised his red hijab to curse.

But the red hijab has just been lifted halfway——

He seemed to remember something again, bit his lip, and put down the red hijab.

It cannot be lifted, as it will be unlucky if it is lifted.

The young master didn't believe this at first, but for some reason, he endured his temper and did it depressingly.

Although there is always anger in my stomach that wants to be released.

He had no choice but to kick the ground irritably to vent his anger.

"Bad woman! Heartless villain!"

He was so fierce, like a child having a tantrum.

Not only is it not intimidating, it’s also inexplicably...

cute.

It's like the flirting and yelling between lovers.

Although he was scolding her, there seemed to be no real dislike in his tone.

Because if he hated it, he wouldn't be so good and stay in the new house honestly.

"..." Xia Lin touched her nose in embarrassment and said nothing.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Sir, the general is actually quite good, and he has no airs."

"Although everyone says that the general is fierce, from what I've seen, the general doesn't seem like someone who likes to use violence..."

"Are you looking at it?"

The keen young master repeated these words with a heavy tone.

Slowly, as if squeezed out from the teeth.

It's uncertain, like a powder keg, it could explode at any time.

"Have you looked at her carefully? She is very familiar with you?"

"..."

It's just a proposition.

Xia Lin was stunned.

Now, no matter how stupid he is, he can still see it.

Young Master, this is...

Care.

Because I care, that's why I ask so fiercely.

This tone made it sound like he was really angry.

He was thoughtful and answered, "Sir, you have misunderstood. I am not familiar with the General."

"It's just that before we got married, the general visited the Prime Minister's Mansion several times. You were always unwilling to see her, so you sent the youngest to reject her."

"It was at that time that I only met the general a few times."