Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

There was a pause in her push against him.

"Lean?"

His breathing was heavy, like the panting of a wild animal in her ears.

The strong hormonal scent enveloped her, densely.

You can feel the heat through the thin clothes on his body.

Her face seemed to be a little red when it was burned.

"..." She blinked her eyelashes uncomfortably.

"you……"

Are you worried about her?

probably?

It was obvious that he had been running all the way here without stopping.

Li An hugged her and kept touching her head.

In the cold air, his breath was white and condensed into white mist.

Just like that, he didn't speak, just held her, and let his heart beat gradually become stable from the initial chaos.

Calm down, one sound after another.

She didn't know how long she hugged him, but she couldn't get a response from him. She could only feel that his tight body gradually relaxed.

The force on her waist became lighter, and he touched her head gently, as if touching some small animal.

I can feel some tenderness from him.

At this time, someone was passing by in the corridor.

"Mom, look, they are shy."

The young and innocent voice of a child rang out, revealing the ambiguous atmosphere without mercy.

Carrying a small schoolbag, he looked at them with curious and innocent eyes and his voice was loud.

"Brother likes sister!"

The child's parent coughed and quickly pulled him away.

"Shh! It's none of your business, go home!"

After saying that, he looked at them with strange eyes.

I thought to myself, I don’t know which family it is from, but I am talking about love here, and I don’t think about the impact!

Afraid that her child would learn badly, she picked up the child and went upstairs.

The two people in the corridor on the first floor were left in the shadows, neither of them speaking.

The atmosphere was quiet and inexplicably subtle.

Especially after the child loudly said that his brother likes his sister...

Li An stopped touching her for a second.

Then, the strength of holding her completely relaxed.

He let go of her, took a step back, and stood against the wall.

In the shadow where the light could not reach, he lowered his head slightly and grabbed her hand.

After looking through it twice, she rolled up her sleeves.

"Are you injured?"

The voice returned to what it was before, deserted, low and sandy.

Mixed with a slightly gentle boy's voice, it seemed to make the atmosphere ambiguous again.

You can feel the heat, and feel his temperature through the sound.

She looked at him with her soft bright eyes without blinking and shook her head, "No."

He hummed, not sure whether he believed it or not.

Checked her hands, face, and neck.

She also squatted down and checked her legs.

After making sure there were no wounds or bruises, he stood up again and touched her head.

The voice is low.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought you into this and caused you trouble."

"..." She looked up at him without speaking.

Just looking at him, a new wound appeared on his face.

There was a Band-Aid on the bridge of his nose, and there were cuts and bruises on the corners of his lips.

Like a lion living among jackals, tigers and leopards, he is always in danger and always needs to survive.

His whole body was in a mess and full of wounds, but he still had to hold on. His eyebrows were cold and determined.

An old injury was aggravated by a new injury, and he seemed to be fine, his expression not changing at all.

He just touched her face and said, "I will handle it well and I won't let those people show up to bother you again in the future."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."