Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Mixed with a strong local accent, it came from the small window.

In the quiet bedroom, the sound could not be blocked.

I could only pull up the quilt, cover my ears, and ignore it.

Close your eyes and hum from time to time.

Heavy sleepiness.

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It was just dawn, and the slightly open wooden window in the bedroom was gently closed.

Thin, clean and pale hands, with long knuckles and round fingertips.

The childlike soft flesh has faded away, and the beautiful bone shape is perfectly revealed.

Although he is still immature, he still has a desolate youthful air.

But the figure standing by the window is no longer as short as yesterday.

Thin and tall, with a clean boyish figure.

Although it is not very tall, it is at least 1.5 meters.

She was wearing white pajamas that didn't quite fit her, and slippers that were a lot too big for her size.

He stood by the window, closed it gently, and cast a thin layer of white mist there.

That layer of white mist is like magic, instantly blocking out the noisy sounds outside.

Nothing could be heard except the soft, cat-like breathing in the room.

It came from the bed, she wasn't awake yet.

And he, and he, didn't sleep all night.

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The thin, cold-white boy standing by the window had completely white pupils.

Empty, under the light outside the window, it looks like the sparkling white bones exposed after death, as if it can ooze disgusting pus, putrid maggots, and the gloomy poisonous intention.

Extremely weird chills.

Even his pleasant and deserted temperament couldn't stop the strange whiteness of his eyes.

Like a skeletal zombie crawling out of the dead with a grin, its beautiful skin couldn't suppress the coldness that hit his face.

It's poisonous and vicious.

It gives the impression that one cannot get close.

You must retreat, fearful.

He closed the window, turned around, and his sly eyes fell on the bed.

The pure white strange pattern on the left cheek glowed slightly with a cold light.

stretch, spread.

As if consciously, it covered the left half of his face.

White mist appeared on his body.

On the bed, the person who was still asleep didn't know that there was already a mop bottle missing from the bed.

Because she was sleepy, she unconsciously turned sideways and hugged the other oil bottle that was reluctant to get up.

After finally being able to have her all to himself, he was naturally unwilling to let go.

Even though he has grown up, he still clings tightly to her arms and clings to her.

I wish I could put the whole thing into her arms and completely monopolize her breath.

Not even an inch.

The soft, cold hair clung to her neck, and her body without warmth absorbed her embrace.

She fell asleep, her consciousness heavy, but she still knew she wanted to hold him.

Close your eyes and hum from time to time.

Xiaoxiao softly, as if whispering.

The loose nightgown shoulder straps were half-slid, revealing the beautiful white collarbone.

It was all bitten by him.

They were all marked, red and full of marks, and they were particularly miserable after being bullied.

The cold young man standing by the window looked calmly and indifferently.

I had been fighting with him overtly and covertly all night, but now, for some unknown reason, he had given up.

He was actually willing to give her up completely to him.

The guy holding her tightly was stupid and couldn't figure out why.

All he knew was that she was finally his, and he had to guard her well and not allow others to snatch her away.

Especially him.

Absolutely no robbing is allowed.

She is his.