Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The poor crybaby wakes up crying like this.

I woke up from that disturbing and false dream, shedding tears and sobbing.

In the quiet morning, in the warm bedroom, in the arms of his wife.

Crying, waking up, as if being bullied, crying so hard that I couldn't make a sound.

For crying out loud.

His wife was awakened instantly, woke up, opened her eyes, and looked at him.

"What...what happened?"

"Xiao Qing?"

The crying young master had a long, long dream. In the dream, he felt so uncomfortable that his heart almost hurt to death.

With tears in his eyes, he hugged her immediately.

Holding her tightly, his head crazily arched into her arms.

Sobs and cries overflowed from the muffled place, one after another, with great grievance and sadness.

It's so pitiful that it makes people feel so heartbroken that they can't even bear to speak in a serious tone.

Afraid of scaring him.

His wife didn't know what happened, but she subconsciously hugged him tightly.

Hold him in your arms and rub his head.

Lower your voice, coax.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, I'm here."

"Hey, dear, are you having a nightmare?"

The poor little boy was crying aggrievedly. In an instant, he cried even louder.

He hugged her waist tightly, almost wrapping himself around her body.

Hanging around her breath, lingering around the warm floral fragrance of her body.

Like a very insecure child, all the tears were on her body.

Amazingly sticky and surprisingly soft.

He was spoiled by her, wanted to be hugged by her, kissed by her, and coaxed by her.

Indispensable.

Otherwise, the tears won’t stop at all.

Fortunately, his wife is kind and always willing to love him.

He cried inexplicably and she didn't say anything.

Hug and coax patiently.

She seemed to have endless patience towards him.

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By the time the young master finally calmed down, it was already too late.

His wife should have gone to court early, instead of staying patiently by his side and coaxing him with a gentle voice.

After the young master calmed down, he finally remembered this matter.

He immediately panicked and hurriedly let go of her and got out of bed.

Help her get her clothes.

"It's too late...it's too late...Si Si..."

He was barefoot and didn't even wear shoes, so he just wanted to clean it up for her.

But the wife, who was already too late, exerted her strength.

She directly pulled him back, back to the bed, and back into her arms.

"Okay, it's okay. I'll just write a letter of apology and send it up later. Don't worry."

"..." The young master with red eyes sat on her lap, his lips slightly pursed.

The sound is soft and waxy.

"Really...really?"

"certainly."

His wife, smiling, held his soft waist and leaned in to kiss him.

He buried his head in his arms again.

"Be good, don't be afraid, huh?"

"..." The young master, whose nose was still a little sour, hugged her quietly.

The soft and beautiful eyelashes are moist, and the lips are bright red.

The baby fat that still has a bit of childishness is soft, milky and soft.

"Si Si..."

"Um?"

"sorry."

His wife paused, "What?"

The little clingy ghost holding her sniffed.

no answer.

Just rub her face stickyly.

"I'll be good to you."

He said this unintelligibly, as if he was taking an oath.

His wife blinked.

He said no more and became completely quiet.

Close your eyes and take the initiative to kiss her.

Once, again, and again.

He thought that he still had a lifetime to make amends.

Make it up to her and thank him.

Everything, willingly.

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—End of extra chapter—