Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He knew that this was what the nasty guy had just eaten.

He didn't want to share a spoon with him.

He took the initiative to kiss her and eat from her mouth.

No skin or face, nor sticky.

If Awen is elegant and rarely takes the initiative to do such things, then Ayang can be said to be a scoundrel.

No matter what matters are intimate, he takes the initiative.

He did everything Awen had never done before, and he was as crazy as fire.

Like a drugged mad dog, I can't hold it down no matter how hard I press it.

The strange thing is that Awen never expressed his position on this.

More often than not, smile and watch.

Watching quietly, those two gloomy white eyes showed no emotion.

There was no displeasure and no intention to argue.

He rarely takes the initiative, even if he knows that he may be more and more left out.

Under that beautiful skin, he seemed to be wearing a thick mask.

I don’t know what is hidden under the gentle and angelic mask.

From the beginning, I have never been able to see clearly.

Yun Si was busy dealing with Ayang, who was really a madman when he became crazy, and didn't notice that Awen's eyes turned black for a moment.

From the completely weird white, to the extremely sinful black like A Yang.

For just a moment, he seemed to have become Ayang.

Share - everything with him.

The smile on his lips remained unchanged.

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The hot summer finally passed with the chirping of cicadas, and after a rain, autumn seemed to be coming.

No notice, no warning.

Suddenly, after a night of autumn rain, the weather became cooler.

It's cool and refreshing, not like the steamer-like heat of summer, but with a refreshing fruity aroma and coolness.

Floating down from the mountains, falling on the remote roads, and scattered in the alleys.

Fallen leaves are golden.

This autumn, the fruit farmers who planted fruit trees on the mountains had a bumper harvest.

There was an endless stream of buyers coming from other places to buy fruits. They came to this small town and crowded in the already lively large trading place.

Yun Si's shop is very remote, at the other end of the big trade market, so the shop doesn't get half of the bustle of the fruit market.

After autumn, the weather became cooler, and fewer girls came to the shops to buy cheongsams.

In addition, Awen has already graduated and can independently select materials, cut, sew, and hem...

After becoming proficient in this craft, Yun Si gradually became more relaxed.

The apprentice is the master, and the master is the one who is leisurely.

I was lazy every day, moved a wicker chair, and sat by the window.

Do nothing, just drink tea and read like an old man.

By the way, he took Ayang and asked him to sit down and receive cultural influence together.

The stupid Ayang got annoyed when he saw the book, but Yun Si pulled him and held his hand.

He had no choice but to sit down and watch.

Be patient with your temper, which is as big as a mung bean.

Awen, on the other hand, quietly gathered around the tailor's cloth and worked alone.

The fan on the room was whirring, and he stood under the fan, measuring the ruler, closing the seams, and nailing the threads.

Methodically, pieces of ordinary fabric gradually took shape under his hands.

More and more beautiful and exquisite.

The boss next door, who came to pick up the goods, sat and watched.

Look at the young apprentice who has just graduated from the apprenticeship, and look at the owner of the shop over there who is leisurely reading a book.

Tsk-tsk.

"Si, your cousin is really good. He can help with work and serve others. Look at his craftsmanship. How good he is. It feels better than what you do."