Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The two walked out of the cinema together, holding hands.

At the door, Li Ming has not left yet.

They met on a narrow road again, and Li Ming immediately saw the two of them holding hands.

The two people were talking about something, and Zhou Bingran held her tightly.

Li Ming looked at it with complicated emotions. His words to say hello were stuck in his throat.

The raised hand was fixed there, like a wooden man.

Without making a sound, Yun Si didn't notice him.

The two people left quickly, walked out of the theater and walked towards the parking lot next to it.

Li Ming was left standing there, slowly lowering his hand.

He lowered his head like a defeated drowned chicken.

People were coming and going in the theater, but he stood there alone, his back lonely.

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night.

Zhou Bingran sent Yun Si home.

Delivered to the door of the house, Yun Si came in and was about to close the door.

Zhou Bingran pressed against the door she was about to close, preventing her from closing it.

His light-colored eyes stared at her, and his oppressive figure blocked the light from the doorlight. His hand grasped the edge of the door with a slight force.

"What's wrong?" She looked at him.

Zhou Bingran's eyes were calm, "Next time, let's go out and play together, okay?"

The tone of inquiry was correct, but the way he held the door with his hand was as if a villain was coming to threaten him.

It seemed that if she didn't agree, he would break in and do something wrong to her.

It seemed like she didn't use any force, but if she tried to close the door, she couldn't.

Yun Si slightly raised her lips, "That... depends on my mood."

I was naughty and acted very recklessly.

Relying on the fact that the initiative was in her hands, that was it.

After saying that, he was about to close the door, but the man standing at the door suddenly stepped forward.

He held her face and kissed her several times.

Yun Si was caught off guard, "You - um -"

She subconsciously stepped back, giving him the opportunity to come in.

His broad palm fixed the back of her head, and his hot breath sprayed on her cheek.

He kissed her and pushed her into the dark room where the lights had not yet been turned on.

Pressed against the wall, the door slammed shut.

In front of the door, the voice-activated lighting turned on quietly for a while.

The door blocked everything, and after the sound stopped, the lights quickly went out.

It was dark and quiet outside the door.

It is so quiet that it makes people daydream, and the space for daydream is unlimited.

The door was closed for a long, long time.

Inside, there was no light, and the man and the woman were alone in a room.

It was almost like a burning spark was thrown into a flammable straw pile. Gradually, something seemed to burn.

It was burning hot, with a restrained breathing sound.

The man who was pressed against the wall struggled and tried to push him away.

However, given the difference in stature, a man who could usually carry a fire ladder weighing hundreds of kilograms would have no problem holding her down.

In the midst of her blushing and heart-beating breathing, she blocked her rejection completely.

"……Well--"

Her hands were pinned to the wall.

The dark night around seems to be the perfect protective color for men's misdeeds.

Nothing can be seen, only other senses magnified infinitely.

Her legs were so weak that they were trembling and she couldn't stand up straight.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the door opened.

The light in front of the door sensed the sound and turned on instantly.

In the bright light, the man wore a hat, lowered his head and closed the door.

During this period, only he and the people inside knew what happened in the room.

Under the lowered brim of his hat, his abnormally red lips were slightly raised.