Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

It's so hot and cold, it's even more elusive than a woman's mind.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, with no beginning or end.

"..." She looked at him strangely and tilted her head.

"Are you angry?"

"No."

He answered quickly, without a pause.

It's as if he's being tough-talking and duplicity.

She was silent for a moment, then stretched out her finger and poked him.

"why are you mad?"

"I am not angry."

"..."

As long as he puts away the coldness on his face, she won't be able to see it so clearly.

She helplessly held her forehead, feeling slightly amused, "You're really not angry?"

"Um."

She nodded, "Okay."

He said he wasn't angry, so she could only choose to believe him.

"Then you're busy, I won't disturb you anymore."

After that, he turned around and left.

But Jiang Yan, who said he was not angry, suddenly grabbed her hand the moment she turned around.

His ice-like hands held her tightly, and his dark gaze fell to the side.

It was as if he was deliberately not looking at her.

When she turned her doubtful eyes, he grabbed her hand and pursed his lips.

"Let me hug you."

"...?"

Yun Si was stunned, "Huh?"

This request was even more inexplicable than his emotional changes.

It was brought up suddenly, without any warning.

When it came out of his mouth, Yun Si thought that she had heard it wrong.

She hesitated, "What did you say..."

Before he finished speaking, he gently hugged her.

The cold hands fell on her waist, showing an insecure snuggling posture.

Close your eyes, silently, extremely quietly, and lean into her arms.

Just like in a dream, dependent, with a bit of temptation.

Test her body temperature, her breathing, and her heartbeat.

He hugged her very lightly. At first, he only held her close to her loosely, but still had a somewhat unfamiliar distance.

After being picked up, she was silent and looked down at him.

My hands were a little stiff and I didn't know where to put them.

"That...Jiang Yan..."

"Shh, don't talk."

He made a mute voice and hugged her tighter.

Holding her body, forcing her forward.

The pale face leaned in her arms, and the force on her waist became stronger and stronger.

Just like in a dream, holding her tightly.

Even if he struggled, he couldn't get away, as if he was covered in a large piece of brown sugar.

Heavy and sticky, it stuck to her body.

She raised her hands at a loss, feeling that it was inappropriate to put them anywhere.

He hugged her suddenly without giving her any mental preparation.

She moved her lips, wanting to say something.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, and just patted his back slowly and gently.

Treating him as a pitiful little person who was depressed and in need of comfort, she silently comforted him and tolerated his behavior.

Jiang Yan snuggled into her arms, closing his eyes and tightening his fingers.

"She will also hold me like this."

The gentle movements on his back suddenly stopped.

His low and hoarse voice was trembling, but it was still difficult to conceal it.

"She said she liked me and would marry me and be my wife."

"..." Her hand on his back shrank and stopped.

"fraud."

The word "low" didn't know who he was scolding.

He was probably scolding her.

She was silent, lowered her eyes, and looked at him quietly.

His emotions have been suppressed, disguised under the skin, so no one can see them.

Only the strength of hugging cannot deceive anyone.

It was as if he was venting all his sadness and loss through the burst of power.