Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Maybe it's because I just took a shower, or maybe it's because the temperature in the room is too high.

His cheeks were rosy, and his moist eyes were extremely soft and bright.

Hiding the shyness and joy that he didn't realize he had.

From a distance, he looked at the vague back outside the curtain in the distance.

After Xia Lin saluted, he went out consciously.

Close the door by the way.

The General casually untied his cloak and took it off.

She was only wearing a thin plain skirt underneath, with a tube top and slender waist, and her skin was as white as snow.

Slowly moving towards the bed, he held the cloak with one hand and placed it on the shelf beside him.

As he moved, the main scent of pear blossom and sandalwood in the room seemed to have a slightly unusual fragrance.

Faint, hidden in it.

If you don't smell it carefully, you can't smell it at all.

The young master on the bed was wrapped in soft quilt, his cheeks getting redder and redder.

Watch her slowly approach, walk to the bed, and sit down.

"Is it cold?"

she asked after seeing his appearance.

The young master was so nervous that he didn't even dare to look at her. He lowered his red eyelids and his eyelashes trembled crazily.

"No, no."

Not only was it not cold, it was actually extremely hot.

His whole body was so hot that it felt as if his whole body was about to be cooked.

It looks like a cooked shrimp.

Even the tips of my ears are steaming.

So ashamed.

The general looked at him steadily and blinked.

He is...

"Then, do you want me to go out for a while?"

she asked understandingly.

"If you're not used to it, I can sleep in the study tonight."

The young master was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes, "Wha...what?"

The General pointed at his red face, "Aren't you nervous?"

Since she would be nervous around him, she could go out first and let him get used to it for a while.

The young master shrank his fingertips, "I...I..."

He was so thin-skinned that it was hard to say what he was shy about.

He looked at her with wet eyes, and soon looked away as if they were being burned.

Her cheeks were red and hot, and she bit her lip unconsciously.

"I……"

It was rare for the kind-hearted General to reach out and touch his head.

"It's okay, don't be nervous."

"Sleep peacefully, I'll go to the study."

She said, getting up.

Just as he was about to leave, a hand suddenly reached out from behind him.

He grabbed her, his soft hands a little firm.

"No...no!"

His soft voice was a bit anxious.

The General made a movement and turned around, "Huh?"

The red-faced young master stared at her, his eyes a little wandering, and his lips were bitten to the point of leaving a mark.

"No... no, grandma will... tell mother if she sees it."

He stuttered, not knowing what he was talking about.

He just held her tightly and forced out a reason.

"Mother...if mother knows...knows...it's not good..."

"Yes...just...it's not good..."

As if he was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, he emphasized it at the end.

Slightly panicked.

The general who was pulled looked at him, his brows furrowed slightly.

"she?"

"Well...well...it's just...it's not good..."

He grabbed her hand and lowered his eyes, as if to shield himself from the guilt of lying.

"Both mother and father will know..."

"..."

She said nothing.

Indeed, forget that.

He reminded her that most of the people in this mansion came from the Prime Minister's Palace.

If we sleep in separate rooms on the second day after the wedding...

It would be bad if it reached the ears of the Prime Minister.

At least, she personally promised the Prime Minister that she would treat her son well.

"Then, I'll lay the floor?"

She looked at him and asked.