Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Her clear eyes were wet and stared at him steadily.

It's been like this from the beginning, without any hesitation.

It's hard not to ignore it.

It seemed like anyone could guess what she was thinking.

It's obvious.

Adele Khan remained silent, his fur was thick and his appearance was cold and resolute.

His thick black eyes were slightly lowered, and his fingers as thick and long as tree roots seemed to shake the wine glass silently.

Unhurriedly, but with a strong sense of self-importance.

People don't dare to talk to him, or even get close to him.

But the little princess, whose cheeks were a little flushed from drinking, stared straight at him.

On the plain and beautiful face, the two glass-like eyes reflected his figure.

Her lips were bright red, with the sweet aroma of kumiss.

Squeeze it slightly, as if your breath smells like milk.

A little sweet, but also a little intoxicating.

Drunk.

When he didn't speak, she stood up.

The red hairpin swayed and the shadow of the skirt fluttered.

She bypassed the obstructive chopping board and came to his side.

Squatting down, his height was barely the same as him.

He burped again, stretched out his hand, and covered him with slender white fingers.

On the back of his hand, one white and one copper-black skin color formed a sharp contrast.

Hers was soft, and his was hard.

"Answer me a question, and I will leave after you answer it. I will never bother you."

Her wet eyes stared at him, very stubbornly.

Don't know why you are so stubborn.

The slender fingers scratched him slightly, like a kitten tickling.

For him, it doesn't hurt.

His dark eyes fell on her hands.

He couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, but he didn't abandon her either.

She stared at him, her red lips soft.

"Are you really married and have a wife?"

Even though she heard others say it several times, Pearl still swears by it.

But she still didn't believe it.

She only believed in him, no matter what.

As long as he said no, she would believe him.

His words can speak louder than thousands of others.

As long as he denies it.

The little princess looks silly, innocent, and easy to deceive.

Adele Khan looked at her hands calmly, the breath on his body was cold.

There was no immediate answer, but...

"What did they tell you?"

The deep voice carries the wildness of the grassland and desert.

Maybe it was because of drinking, but there was a bit of relief in his voice.

He is plain and not as difficult to get along with as it seems on the outside.

On the contrary, it gives people an indescribable feeling.

It's obvious that he treats her differently.

At least, there is a good feeling there.

The delicate little princess was stunned for a moment, and then answered.

"They said you married four of my sisters, had four wives, and..."

Pamper them every night.

She didn't say the last sentence, she just pouted.

Extremely unhappy.

That was obviously her man, but it turned out that he was with another woman——

He seemed to sneer, and his eyes finally fell on her face.

The eyes are extremely dark.

There seemed to be some unknown emotions.

"Do you believe these lies?"

This is almost denial in disguise.

An understatement, overturned.

The little princess blinked her moist eyes.

After drinking a little wine, my nerves were a little sluggish.

Staring at him, he reacted for a long time before slowly realizing that he was denying——

He didn't.

"Really not?"

She held his hand and spoke softly, exuding the sweet smell of alcohol.

He looked very soft all over, his body, face, and hands.

It's like it has no bones.