Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..." The man who was about to get up paused.

With a blink of her gorgeous peach blossom eyes, Qinglian looked at him.

The little angel probably retaliates and is very petty.

Whatever that annoying guy has, he wants it too.

Even more needs to be asked for.

She kissed him ten times, but only kissed him once.

He has to make up for the difference in price.

Use a closer approach to make up for it.

He stood in front of her, his small soft arms wrapped around her neck.

The cold breath covered the corners of her lips, pressing against them and kissing them like a little animal.

Very childish, but also very purposeful.

To compensate.

She made it up to him.

"..." Yun Si blinked at him.

…

…

…

Outside.

The cozy bedside night light has soft light and warm orange tones, lightly illuminating the room.

at the same time.

At that moment, the demon-like ghost child was sitting by the bed, as if he sensed something, staring in the direction of the closed bathroom door with his gloomy eyes.

The black and enchanting patterns on the cheeks are sizzling and surging with a monstrous and malicious black energy.

Like countless venomous snakes and scorpions, they were wrapped around his body, from head to toe.

His whole body was filled with vicious evil energy, and he was irritated and howling wildly, like a huge balloon that was constantly expanding.

It expanded to an almost terrifying level.

All it takes is one more needle to—

explode.

Complete destruction.

In the bathroom, the pure white ghost kissing Yun Si's lips slowly opened her eyes.

Extremely indifferent.

…

…

…

When Yun Si came out with the little wolf in her arms, the little wolf cub, whose expression was already terrifying, was sitting on the edge of the bed with his fists clenched and staring in her direction.

His chest was rising and falling violently, and he was extremely quiet, not making a single sound.

It is a precursor to a manic episode of rage.

There's no hiding it.

At this moment, the room was filled with black mist as cold as a corpse.

Collising everywhere, like an enraged wild beast, roaring and killing with red eyes, trying to break through this invisible cage.

The mist as sharp as a knife passed over her cheek, filled with cold air and sharp as a needle.

As soon as Yun Si stopped, she could feel the cold touch of the needle tip touching her skin.

It's fleeting and kills without blinking an eye.

She turned her head and looked over, and the black mist that passed her side had dissipated by the wall.

That fierce power turned into nothingness in an instant.

The smoke disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

Yun Si held the soft, freshly washed little ghost and was silent for a moment.

The little pitiful boy buried in her arms held her quietly, his head resting softly on her neck and shoulders.

Like a small animal, he rubbed against her and squinted his eyes slightly.

He didn't seem to be worried at all about the dangerous black mist rushing around the room.

As if he knew he wouldn't hurt her.

…

…

…

Two little ghosts with identical appearances have possessed such telepathic abilities since they split into one body.

He was close to her, biting his fingers, and he could feel the other.

You can even see it.

He is him and he is him.

Although they are both disgusted with each other, they are still bound by the same consciousness, and no one can break the other.

No matter how hard you try.

He held Yun Si softly, not paying any attention to the terrifying anger displayed by the other person.

Instead, he yawned lazily and rubbed against Yun Si, hanging on her body.

Quietly.