Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..." She pulled him away, "I don't like you."

Li An got an advantage and didn't argue with her.

Satisfied, he hugged her again, looking completely in love.

The movie ends and the lovers leave.

They were left alone in their seats.

Stick, stick, rub.

The two of them were fussing around and sat for a while before getting up.

Get dressed and leave.

"Can you tell me?"

After walking out of the cinema, on the cold street, the man who had been deceived and taken advantage of his appearance huddled in his scarf and stared at him with wet eyes.

It’s too late to get angry, I just want to know the answer.

I want to know when he met her.

Li An put his hand into the pocket of her cotton coat as usual and grabbed her hand.

Walking side by side, holding hands tightly.

The tall and thin man wears thick clothes without looking bulky.

He has the cool and cool standard handsome appearance of a heavy-faced man. He looks lazily and always exudes a nonchalant attitude.

Looking at her, the temperature in his palms was very high.

It was as high as being in the darkness of a movie theater, his rapid yet forbearing breathing.

Like sparks, hot and scorching.

At night, the snow lightened up.

The snow falls intermittently, like catkins in spring.

It fell bit by bit without a sound.

Fine snowflakes fell on his shoulders. He held her hand and walked slowly.

In the pocket, the hand loosened slightly, and then the fingers were clasped tightly.

"It is nothing special."

He said.

"Just... suddenly one day, you were standing in the car and I was standing under the car."

"Then, somehow, I noticed you."

The snow fell slowly, and under the dark night sky, the snowflakes were like light feathers, performing a beautiful stage play.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the excitement on the street has not dissipated, and festive Christmas songs are still playing.

On the long and spreading road, they held hands and shoulder to shoulder, leaving shallow footprints on the pure white snow.

It's like writing a beautiful poem on the snow, neat and warm.

Under the illumination of the street lamp, I heard him say: "At that time, I saw you and thought you were very good-looking."

When he said this, he paused and smiled.

"If you put it this way, would you think I'm just looking for sex?"

"..." The person walking beside him blinked and then nodded.

Without hesitation.

"meeting."

Not too polite.

Li An coughed lightly, "You should say no."

At least, give him a step down.

"Is not it?"

Half of her soft white face was buried in a soft fluffy scarf, and her voice was muffled.

"You are a gangster, always trying to take advantage of me."

Li An: "..."

Faced with her accusation, he was silent for a few seconds.

Then, without blushing or feeling hurt, he leaned forward again and kissed her hard.

His face is thicker than the city wall.

"Well, I'm a gangster."

If the target is her, he can be more rogue.

After several kisses in a row, it seemed like they couldn't get enough.

"..." She couldn't help but dodge, "Ah, don't make trouble, you haven't finished speaking yet."

"Keep talking, I want to listen."

Under the scarf, her face was flushed, maybe because she was hot, or maybe because the flush from the intimacy just now hadn't had time to subside.

The eyeballs were wet and bright, like crystal clear grapes.

She looked at him with a bit of shame and annoyance, softly.

"and after?"

"later……"

Li An touched her face with a frivolous smile, slowly.

"I often visited you later."

"It doesn't mean anything else, I just think... you're quite cute."