Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Strong floral aroma.

Inspiring to the blood.

She was still very proactive and hugged him happily.

No mention was made of the sound he had just heard.

Although you can probably guess something.

Adal Khan hugged her.

"are you hungry?"

His voice is deep, rich and magnetic.

Slightly hoarse.

It makes people's ears feel a little numb.

Rubbing his ears unconsciously.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and shook her head.

"Not hungry."

Just had some roast beef and biscuits, which was okay.

Adele Khan hummed, hugged her with one hand, and unbuttoned his belt with one hand.

She was very light, light and weightless to him.

Very smart and can find his own position.

Holding him, I wasn't afraid of him at all.

"Adal Khan, I want to tell you something."

Her face was pressed against his, under the glow of the oil lamp beside her.

The light and shadow were dim, and several lamps were blown out.

The intertwined figures are faintly blurred.

"What?"

His breathing was heavy and his voice was low.

Slowly, holding her in his arms, he walked towards the bed.

She leaned against him, her voice still soft.

"Well……"

"I just asked Adema to deliver a bottle of wine to the second prince."

She didn't hide anything from him, she just said whatever she wanted.

Adal Khan walked to the bed and put her down.

Take off the loose top that exposes your muscular chest.

The overly majestic and tall figure fell on the ground, shadowy.

Like a giant beast that had been locked in a cage for a long time, it slowly walked out with its terrifying fangs.

The pace is earth-shattering.

The beautiful bride didn't realize this yet, she just looked up at him and put her hands on the edge of the bed.

A few strands of her bun were hanging down, and her face was soft.

"If nothing else happens, the second prince's health will be better tomorrow."

She looked at him and said.

As if to remind him.

Adair Khan leaned down, took off her shoes on one knee, and took off her shoes.

He lowered his eyes and hummed.

The facial features are clear and deep, and the expression is calm, without any major emotional fluctuations.

He just took off her shoes and socks slowly.

Like opening a gift.

"..." She lowered her head and sat like a child.

Looking at his reaction, he blinked slightly.

It was too bland, as if it was an insignificant thing.

She couldn't help but touch his face.

"Aren't you going to ask me something?"

She thought he would ask her if she knew any witchcraft, what tricks were used in the process, what was her true identity, and other questions.

She had already thought about how to explain it.

Unexpectedly, his reaction was so bland?

The man who had just gotten married and had a young wife seemed not to care about her status at all.

As he stood up, the shadows on the ground gradually became oppressive.

Her eyes were completely his reflection.

Look at him and approach slowly.

Eyes facing each other.

His eyes were as dark as hell, calm and strange.

Looking at her, quietly, back and forth.

It's like watching a beautiful but weak prey.

Thinking about where to start.

"...Adal Khan?"

His hands were on her sides, and his eyes gradually fell on her skirt.

He stared at her for two seconds, and then his extremely dark eyes fell on her face again.

He always looked calm and rational and didn't make any moves.

Just slowly, slowly, closer.

Forcing her to fall onto the bed behind her.

Then--

Beside, two snowshoe hares in a cage looked with their ears drooped and their big red eyes.

Looking at it curiously, the strong and strong man put his hand on the skirt of the mistress.

With a gentle tug, it was untied.