Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Adairahu was in terrible pain, and she had to lie there and listen to him grunting.

chatter.

Endless.

He was so angry that he dropped everything around him, making it crackle.

The noise was so loud that people outside could hear it.

He was supposed to be a face-saving person, but he was in so much pain that he was on the verge of collapse and couldn't care less.

Even though I knew there would be comments outside, I couldn't control it.

Just like crazy, I want the pain to go away and let him live.

Someone had already run out of the felt tent, wanting to inform the Great Khan.

The second prince was unwell, and it was the people below who suffered.

When the little princess was brought back by Adal Khan, she could hear the fussing noises passing by his felt tent.

The sound of things being thrown, the chanting of witchcraft, the ringing of bells, and the obviously weak moaning.

A variety of sounds mixed together, attracting the attention of people passing by.

It’s all being discussed, and everyone is speaking out.

The little princess got off the horse and walked closely behind Adal Khan.

Her soft fingers grasped him and held his arm.

Next to him, still wearing his clothes.

Walking together, they are like a couple made in heaven.

Inexplicably harmonious combination.

Her Royal Highness the little princess went out for a trip, and when she came back, her cheeks were pink and her eyes were clear and soft.

I have been talking to Adal Khan.

When she noticed the movement in the felt tent, she looked over.

There was too much movement there, and she thought about it for a long time, and then she remembered the unlucky guy who she had long forgotten.

That unlucky guy, without her magic to solve it, would probably still be in pain for a few nights.

Being sleepless and restless can be regarded as his retribution for teasing Pearl carelessly.

She glanced at it, and then, subconsciously, she looked at Adal Khan.

Wanted to see his reaction.

However, the relationship between Adal Khan and him does not seem to be good.

The movement was so loud, but Adair Khan remained indifferent, as if he didn't even hear it.

Her steps stopped for a moment, and she hesitated.

But soon, he was leading him away.

He didn't even look there.

She followed and felt the warmth of his palm.

Warm, very rough, dry, but very thick.

Holding it, it feels very safe.

It is calming.

"Adel Khan...the second prince..."

She rolled her eyes and her expression changed quickly.

It seems a little nervous.

He looked embarrassed and felt like he had done something wrong.

With moist and clean eyes, she grabbed his hand and pulled it.

"Will he...will he take revenge on me..."

Occasionally showing weakness can arouse a man's protective desire.

This is especially true when beautiful women show weakness.

She spoke softly, her voice trembling.

It seemed like he was scared and uneasy.

In short, I am staying close to him and relying on him.

Like a little cub with no sense of security.

Very good at finding backers.

Although it might just be unintentional.

Adele Khan glanced at her flatly, his eyes pure.

There was no pity in his eyes that he should have.

Beauty is of no use to him.

Always.

He was very rational and seemed to be able to see through her little thoughts.

So, he wiped away the non-existent tears in the corners of her eyes.

The cheeks are pink, the lips are red, and the eyebrows are fair.

The eyes are soft and bright, clean and bright, where is there any fear?

She is obviously very bold.

Cunning and bold, wanton and reckless.

What a...

Liar.

A liar who lies without drafting.