Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Time passed minute by minute and he still didn't wake up.

It's like I want to completely make up for the lack of sleep I had before.

Yun Si was pressed by him, her waist and legs hurt.

Uncomfortable.

He originally wanted to adjust his posture carefully, but when she moved, he hugged her tighter.

What used to be most of her body was now completely pressed against her.

It felt like I was being squashed.

"..." She was helpless.

No more movement.

I was afraid that if I moved again, I would find fault for myself.

The man pressed her down, his face slightly turned to the side, close to her cheek.

Breathing is very deep, long and slow.

The breath he exhaled was warm, not cool and windy like Awen Ayang's before.

Yun Si lay down and quietly turned to look at him.

The distance to him was so close that you could even count his eyelashes clearly.

Very beautiful, pretty in a cold style.

It's just that when you look at him casually on weekdays, the invisible oppression makes it easy for people to ignore his good looks.

What's more, they dare not look directly.

Only then, when you close your eyes and fall asleep, do you really show a side that you haven't usually seen.

Like a child, as clean as an angel.

So soft and attractive.

She watched quietly for a long time.

Then, he gently raised his hand and covered his face.

Warm, soft and feels good.

She touched and touched gently.

The eyes are getting gentler and gentler.

I like it.

No matter what, I like it.

The more I watch, the more I like it.

She looked at him, probably remembering something, and lowered her eyes.

Thought for a moment.

Then, hugged him.

Be quiet and wait for him to wake up.

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Roderick had a long, long dream.

In the dream, countless memory fragments came one after another, but they seemed to be deliberately teasing him, not giving him a chance to seize them.

It is fleeting and cannot be grasped.

In the dream, everything is chaotic, like a kaleidoscope, the world is spinning, and I don’t know where I am.

Strange places, strange people, and...

she.

Wearing a beautiful neon dress that was as hot as fire, she was smiling at him.

The laughter was light, but the face could not be seen clearly.

Why, I can’t see clearly.

Only that breath is extremely familiar and comforting.

She appeared, but quickly disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

There is her presence in the memory fragments.

Laughing, making fun, acting coquettishly.

Sometimes, they even cheat.

Delicate and soft, bright and bright.

It is almost the brightest color among all memory fragments.

Like fire, like the sun, extremely hot.

The fragments of memory continue to emerge.

But soon, there was no more laughter and the sun was shining brightly.

Instead, darkness.

Endless darkness.

She and he had a dispute.

I don't know what happened, and I don't know what made her so angry and worried.

She cried and kept crying.

As if her heart was broken, she yelled at him to get out.

Even when the scene changed, she was leaving.

With a determination that never looks back.

He wanted to leave and said he would never come back.

She will do what she says.

For no reason, he had such panic thoughts.

It's true, she does what she says.

The cruel woman made a mess of everything he had.

He gave her everything, wishing he could pluck out his whole bloody heart and offer it to her.

In the end, she said she wanted to leave and leave.

She also said that she would never let him find her again.

Absolutely not.