Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

His movements then paused for a few seconds.

The little princess is really clinging to him and is too close to him.

She said she didn't understand anything, but she was able to kick Adela when she wanted to bully her, leaving him half dead until now.

She said she understood, but she was so bold that she could sleep with a hot-blooded man directly.

It was as if he didn't know what the consequences of such a move would be.

In the darkness, the man's warm palms covered her soft face, caressing her, and kneaded her ears.

She was really not wary of him, and would rub his hand unconsciously even when she fell asleep.

It seems like joy.

It was windy and snowy outside with flying snow shadows, but it did not affect her sweet dream at all.

Quietly, lean into his arms.

Vivid and within reach.

Gives people a sense of satisfaction.

Indescribable satisfaction.

It's a wonderful feeling, like drinking the strongest and spiciest wine in the snow-capped mountains in the cold winter months.

A strong warmth surged into his heart, and the scalding heat almost cooked his beating heart.

Shocking and passionate, soaked, trembling uncontrollably.

Lost and found, the ultimate treasure is found.

It's so addictive that you can't even control your breathing.

Between suffocation and pleasure, back and forth.

Adele Khan didn't know if holding every woman would feel like this.

It was soft and fragrant, making him long for it and strong.

Desire is awakening.

Probably feeling his body temperature getting higher and higher, the little princess in his arms shrank, as if she was about to be burned.

She wanted to turn her back to him, but he wouldn't let her.

The arms around her waist restrained her slightly.

Locked tightly, escape was a delusion.

"..." She closed her eyes and hummed twice.

Unable to avoid it, his cheeks turned red due to his body temperature.

Almost scalded.

It was the first time Adal Khan hugged a woman. He probably liked it, so he kept her tightly and semi-forced to lie in his arms.

Face to face.

Even if your back is turned.

One night, the poor little princess was forced to be held by a bully.

I can't move, I can't run.

In a daze, it seemed like I had a dream.

In the dream, she was an extremely weak cat who was ruthlessly and cruelly thrown into the burning furnace.

The fire in the stove burned crazily, covering her overwhelmingly.

She was burned and wanted to run away.

As a result, iron chains protruded from nowhere in the stove and locked all four of her paws.

She pressed into the fire, regardless of her panic, and couldn't escape no matter how hard she tried.

It's more terrifying than the hellfire in the eighteenth level of hell.

Having such a dream, I felt groggy all night.

The next day, the little princess finally woke up from the heat.

It was so cold outside that her breath could condense into frost, and she woke up feeling very hot.

My back was covered in sweat and my clothes were almost soaked.

The shackles on her waist tightened all night and almost broke her.

My waist is sore and painful, and my whole body is still hot.

His legs were pinned down and he couldn't move.

The little princess woke up, her cheeks were flushed abnormally, and her ears were also ripe red.

The whole body is dripping with fragrance and sweat, and the fragrance of flowers is unbridled and strong.

Wanting to move, he pushed away the big stove in front of him.

As a result, he seemed to wake up when she moved.

With a little force from the two strong arms, she was forced to bury herself in his chest.

"..." It's even hotter.

Still a little out of breath.