Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

When the limbs are curled together, the whole thing looks like a small, soft body.

With her red and dry lips flattened, she was sobbing and hiccupping.

Just don't talk.

Still losing his temper and having a little temper.

It was a little uncomfortable to maintain this posture, so Yun Si simply took him out of the bed.

He carried it outside the bed and placed it on his lap.

Using the light shining in from outside the door, I took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears.

He lowered his head and his cheeks became a little pale.

After crying for a long time, her beautiful eyes were swollen into soft red walnuts.

Because I lost too much water and didn't drink water, my red lips were dry and peeling.

He looks fragile and haggard, pitiful and heart-wrenching.

He was held in her arms and didn't say anything, just sniffed and shed tears.

Just wipe it gently and it will fall off again.

As if there was no need for money, they dropped in big chunks.

His soft lips pursed, as if he had been bullied.

"..." Yun Si frowned and gently rubbed the blood scab at the end of his eyes.

"Did someone bully you?"

The aggrieved young master said nothing and took her hand away.

He lowered his wet eyelashes and didn't look at her, sniffing and choking.

Crying and being fierce at the same time.

"What does it have to do with you? Don't worry about it!"

She made a move.

"Eat your food, you can eat wherever you like!"

He cried and pushed her.

It seemed that he didn't want her to hug him.

"Who let you in! Get out, get out!"

He kept pushing her, trying to push her away.

But maybe it was because he didn't have lunch and cried for a long time, which consumed too much energy.

There was no force in pushing her, as if drizzle was falling on her body.

Push her once, and again.

Yun Si looked at him and frowned slightly.

He pushed her and she grabbed his hand.

Hold it down and hold his waist.

I wanted to say something harsh, but when I saw his red and pitiful rabbit-like eyes——

She paused and her tone softened.

"Xiao Qing, be good..."

She hugged him tightly and held him in her arms.

Just like coaxing a child, coax patiently.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm here, okay?"

She hugged him tightly, lowered her head, and kissed his forehead.

"Don't be afraid, huh?"

She was always gentle towards him.

He leaned in her arms, silent and sobbing.

The hand that was pressed down tightened slightly.

As if to vent his anger, he grabbed her collar.

"I...I don't want you here..."

He buried himself in her shoulder, and his warm tears fell on her clothes.

His voice was muffled and hoarse, with a crying tone, as if he was still angry.

He angrily said words that would push people thousands of miles away, and endured the sour and aggrieved emotions in his heart.

Fortunately, she didn't seem angry, and gently touched his head with her calloused hands.

Kiss him, kiss his forehead, kiss his nose.

"Be good, stop crying."

She wiped the tears on his face with some distress and kissed him tenderly.

He grabbed her skirt and sniffed his red nose.

It got quiet.

He glanced away, pursed his lips, and just didn't look at her.

Still having a little temper.

A bad and squeamish little character.

Totally spoiled.

And his wife seems to be willing to pamper him.

Hold him in your arms and kiss him from time to time.

Gently wipe away the wet tears.

One gentle coaxing after another, with the utmost patience.

His tears finally stopped.

While burping and crying, he turned his face away and just didn't look at her.