Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

boom--

His face suddenly turned red.

Staring blankly at her peach blossom eyes with a slight smile.

Her tone was obviously gentle, but in the silent room, it was inexplicably a bit sultry.

The end of her words rose slightly, and the last sound was soft and soft, paired with her gentle smile.

Almost--

Shameful to death.

He immediately pulled up the quilt and covered his head.

Bury yourself in the darkness, like a little turtle.

The quilt was bulging and bulging.

Even the corners of the quilt were taken back and they didn't dare to be exposed.

So ashamed.

The General's smile deepened slightly.

He was still understanding and said nothing.

After putting on the cloak, he went out.

The door to the room opened and closed.

The shy cat, wrapped under the stuffy quilt, was quiet for a long time when he heard the sound of her leaving.

Finally, he slowly opened a corner of the quilt, revealing a pair of soft and beautiful eyes.

Staring outside, the exposed skin was slightly alluringly pink.

I don’t know whether it was because I was covered in heat or because I was embarrassed.

In short, I just blushed.

The eyes were wet and shiny, mixed with tiny bits of starlight.

She stared at the cloak she had just put on the rack outside for a long time.

Then, the corners of his lips hidden in the quilt curved upward slightly.

He snorted, awkward and arrogant.

"Bad guy."

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Soon, when the general came back after bathing, there was no sweet-scented osmanthus cake left on the table.

There was only a bare plate left there, placed haphazardly, with a little bit of debris remaining beside it.

As if being eaten secretly by a greedy cat, he ate it quickly and hid back quickly.

Hide to...

That corner where you can easily be spotted.

It's another bulging mass, not even changing its position.

The general looked at it and clicked his tongue.

Go to the tea table, pour tea, drink water, and moisten your throat.

As she moved, she could feel a line of sight falling on her.

Peeping at it, no sound was made.

Cautious, yet unconcealed in his gaze.

He kept staring, not even moving.

"..." The General slowly put down the tea cup.

It was already late at night, and she touched her jaw with her tongue to hold back the itching in her heart.

Turn around and walk towards a certain shy cat.

The bulging quilt moved momentarily, and the sight that fell on her disappeared.

Seems a little panicked.

The whole thing is buried, sealing itself, forming a soft protective shell.

Although, it has no effect.

The General extinguished the lamp and lowered the bed curtain.

The first thing I did when I got into bed was to hug that bulging ball.

Like a gangster trying to bully the poor little wife.

A certain young man hiding under the quilt was obviously panicked.

After being hugged, he shrank subconsciously.

Then, I felt the hand reaching out from under the quilt.

Warm, relative to normal temperatures.

But for a kitten whose whole body was already so hot that it was almost overripe, it was considered cold.

The warmth and coolness touched his hot skin, and he whimpered.

Unconsciously, he grabbed her hand.

He held it loosely, looking like he wanted to refuse, but he didn't use any force.

There is a feeling of being welcomed in return.

It was as if some evil-minded bully wanted to play with him on purpose.

Pulling open a corner of his quilt, he got in.