Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..." Yun Si opened her mouth.

The words were stuck in his throat for a moment.

There was silence in the air for a moment.

So, he sniffed and pulled her up.

He pulled her to the bed and pushed her down with some urgency and force.

Then, pull her skirt.

General, who was faced with counter-pressure for the first time in this world: "..."

She wanted to refuse, but...

The little pity looked sad.

Don't know why though.

She lay on his bed, but her hand that wanted to push him stopped for a moment.

He held her face and pressed his lips to hers eagerly.

I want to absorb the breath from her body.

The clothes were thrown directly to the ground.

Like a fish that has just returned to a warm harbor, anxious to prove something.

The flat and clean bed was instantly messed up by such movements.

The hair of the two people was also intertwined.

The smells are mixed.

Extreme shortness of breath.

The General, who was being suppressed, tightened his hand slightly in mid-air.

Immediately, he was caught and pinned directly to the bed.

The bed curtains then dropped, swaying slightly, and the fragrance filled the air.

Blocked, everything inside.

Faintly, looming.

"Xiao Qing..."

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After this intimacy, Yun Si soon discovered that he had changed a lot.

He became more and more proactive, taking the initiative to be nice to her, which was a bit too much.

At night, when she was about to leave the Prime Minister's Mansion, that particularly wanton and indulgent man held her hand tightly in front of everyone.

Almost entirely dependent on her.

His eyes were always staring at her, his lips were pursed, and he was completely shameless.

You must also keep your fingers tightly locked with her.

After getting on the sedan, there was no one else around, and he climbed directly into her arms.

Take the initiative to hug her waist and kiss her.

Although my ears are still red, I am still very proactive.

The initiative was a little too enthusiastic.

Just like a little female cat in estrus.

"..." The General was barely able to hold him down.

"Xiao Qing, be good and go back first."

The young master who was so clingy pouted slightly and hugged her neck softly.

"don't want."

"I want a kiss."

If she couldn't kiss her on the mouth, he would kiss her on the face.

Again and again, he kissed her whole face.

All wet saliva was left behind.

As if it wasn't enough, he kissed her again and again.

No matter how hard I push, I can't push it away.

Yun Si: "..."

What's going on?

She was helpless.

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It was already late at night when we returned to the General's Mansion.

The young master, who had been working hard all day, finally felt tired.

I got up too early in the morning and did strenuous exercise at noon.

He had been unable to rest, which finally made him feel tired.

Back at the gate of the General's Mansion, when the sedan stopped, the person who had just been clamoring to kiss her was already asleep.

Lying in her arms, sleeping soundly.

I didn't even notice it when I got home.

Yun Si didn't bother him, she simply covered him with her cloak and carried him off the sedan.

He didn't wake up, but he probably felt the biting temperature outside, so he shrank unconsciously.

He shrank even further into her arms, feeling peaceful and quiet, as if he had had a good dream.

Sweet and sweet dreams.

Yun Si took him back to the bedroom.

Gently, he put him on the bed.

His body landed on the ground and he moved.

The familiar aura next to him that gave him a sense of security had a tendency to leave.

He closed his eyes and frowned.

Subconsciously, he grabbed the hem of her skirt.

His eyelashes trembled, his lips opened slightly, and he was about to wake up.