Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

As soon as you sit down and have nothing to do, your eyes will subconsciously look for something.

During the meeting, the paper was filled with those addresses and phone numbers.

The emergency contact is her name.

I don't even know why I wrote this.

My mind was even more empty.

Neurotic muscle memory.

Completely crazy, even though he has restored his original identity, it seems he can no longer return to his original life.

The cruel and cold-blooded woman changed him, completely.

Let him turn into a pathetic person who doesn't know what he is doing, and then throw him away like garbage.

He was left alone, wandering alone in a familiar yet extremely unfamiliar environment.

Wandering like a lost child.

There was no way to find my way home.

Alone, in the middle of a moving crowd.

He held her wrist tightly and sneered.

Those torn and calm eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, like a completely enraged beast that wanted to bite her bones to pieces, suck blood, and drain her dry, almost hating her.

From love comes hate, from hate comes love.

Her understatement made him look like a joke.

He treated her innocently and did everything he could.

Please her, be good when she is told, and be obedient when she is told.

He obviously didn't want to come back even after death, but as soon as her eyes turned red, he obeyed.

Listen to her in everything.

He had done so much for her, but she said casually, "It was he who asked her to leave?"

His eyes were red with blood, and he smiled with endless ridicule.

"Yun Si, do you really...have your heart?"

In her eyes, promises are just bullshit, right?

He smiled sadly, he was really hurt by her words.

One sentence after another, it stabs the heart like a knife.

Yun Si looked at him, her eyes a little red.

I wanted to defend myself, but in the end, I was silent.

Indefensible silence.

Because it seems...

She really always follows her own ideas.

Never, asked him.

I think it's for his own good, and I think it's respect.

In the end...

She slowly lowered her head.

There was mist in his eyes, as if he was about to cry.

But still didn't cry.

Bearing it.

"Yes...I'm sorry."

With a faint sob.

I don’t know who to feel sorry for.

"Sorry, I was wrong."

She wiped away the tears that were about to fall and lowered her head, "I'm sorry..."

I said sorry many times in a row.

He was usually very eloquent, but now he just apologized clumsily.

Still trying to get off his lap.

"I'm sorry...I apologize to you..."

Immediately, he was pulled back.

On the other hand, he was pushed down on the sofa.

The sound of a belt being untied with a snap.

Without saying a word, he bound her hands.

He was taught a harsh lesson, and his eyes were cold.

Compulsively, forcing her to look at him.

Her beautiful and charming eyes were full of tears, and her nose was red.

Warm tears fell wetly to both sides, her eyes were red, and she sniffed softly.

It's so pitiful and so obviously wrong that people can't bear to criticize it harshly.

Not even willing to say harsh words.

He stared at her coldly and wiped the tears from her eyes.

I'm really angry, and I'm really hurt.

Therefore, the initiative should be taken back.

He looked at her face indifferently, and his cold fingers, like a poisonous snake's snake letter, scratched her cheek.

Eyebrows, bridge of nose, lips, neck.

Further down...

His hands covered her neck.

"Coax me."

His tone was cold and judgmental.