Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..." It's really crazy.

How did he-

Yun Si ran to get in the car without looking at him.

Being called like this made her ears turn red.

Suddenly became shy.

Shen Zhi followed him into the car and kept his word seriously.

He said he wanted to kiss her, so he actually leaned in and kissed her.

Smile and kiss.

"Wife."

With teasing and deliberate intimacy, the ending is drawn out.

Like a small hook, rising slightly.

It's really sultry, making people blush uncontrollably.

I always feel ashamed.

It was like what he said to her in her ears every night in the past few days.

Hot and straightforward, shameful and inescapable.

I was forced to listen until I closed my eyes, not daring to look at him.

"...Stop barking!"

The extremely thin-skinned person avoided him, his cheeks were as red as the sunset on the horizon, and his hair was about to explode.

Like a kitten, it cannot stand teasing.

When I'm teased, I'll meow, looking like I'm being fierce.

Pretend to be serious, try to keep a straight face and avoid your eyes.

It has no deterrent effect, but makes people want to bully her even more

Shen Zhi looked at her, lowered his head, and his shoulders shook slightly.

It's like crying, but also like laughing.

He restrained himself and suppressed his laughter.

"Well, no more barking."

"Listen to your wife, and whatever she says will be whatever she says."

You say you don't mention it, but it turns out you mention it every time.

A person who blushed terribly: "..."

Son of a bitch.

She shouldn't have comforted him!

"Wife, kiss~"

"...Shen Zhi!"

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Lou Lingxiao had a dream.

In other words, several dreams.

In the dream, Shen Zhi's cold and calm words kept echoing.

It's like a lingering curse, lingering, swirling, and echoing above my head.

The ghost lingers, giving people nightmares, suffocation and fear.

In the dream, he was like a helpless white mouse, frantically trying to escape but unable to escape.

There was always a mysterious force watching him coldly.

Standing high up, looking at it as if looking at the tiniest dust on the ground.

Turn the clouds and rain upside down, and crush him to death at will.

Let him never turn over, never have the possibility of escaping from the sea of ​​suffering.

His ant-like provocation was like a flea in front of that mysterious power.

He jumped around hard, but he couldn't hurt it at all.

On the contrary, those light and casual words can make him change his expression and lose all reason.

He looks like a clown, full of ugliness, funny and humble.

The lingering voice said: "Don't go too far...poor man."

It's like God's judgment.

Before judgment, there is one last mercy left.

"I said, if I can succeed for you, naturally I can also..."

"Destroy you."

The dazzling dream, accompanied by that cold and void voice, was changing and twisting crazily.

Countless pictures were like a movie played at N times speed, pouring in instantly with overwhelming momentum.

Just like the hand of the gods, a random touch can change a person's life.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are all within the flick of a finger.

An understatement can ruin a person.

Plunge them into hell, unable to survive or die.

He said: "What happened today will never happen again."

Even the falling sound is gentle, like the warm spring wind blowing against your face.

With the frost that grows in the abyss in the cold winter months.

Gentle and biting, every word is like Ling Chi.

His flesh was cut invisibly, which made people frightened, but they could not be found.

"If there is a second time..."