Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..." A man who was driven away by Wu Wu put his face on the table and said softly, "I have the wrong wife."

Knowing that I went too far, I quickly apologized.

"Honey, don't be angry."

"...Don't call me wife, I'm not your wife yet."

She was like an angry cat, sitting there, untouchable.

It seemed like it would explode if touched.

The man sat down next to her, "Si Si..."

She was very hungry, so she ignored him and picked up the chopsticks.

His hand slowly touched her waist, and when he was about to hug him again, she turned her head and glared.

"Don't touch me."

It looked very intimidating, but he didn't seem afraid.

It was like a lazy snake, clinging to her, reluctant to let go.

"Wife..."

She always likes to call her wife, as if she thinks they are married.

Yun Si had a sullen face, ignored him, picked up the noodles, and ate alone.

"Honey, I'm hungry too."

The big head with stiff hair rested on her shoulder, rubbing against it.

"..."

"Honey, give me a bite."

"..."

"Wife..."

"Shut up."

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Saturday.

Half past five in the afternoon.

Before officially going out to the restaurant, Yun Si looked back and forth in the mirror.

I changed into several beautiful skirts in succession, fearing that they were too plain and too flamboyant.

Unable to figure out the preferences of her elders, she turned to Zhou Bingran on the sofa for help.

Open arms, show.

"Does this look good? Will my uncle and aunt not like it? Is the style a bit too simple?"

Zhou Bingran was sitting on the sofa, holding his mobile phone, seeming to be taking pictures of her.

As soon as she turned her head, he put down the phone.

Yun Si raised her eyebrows and said, "Secretly filming me again?"

He really likes to take pictures of her, and his phone is full of her daily photos.

I pat him whenever he has nothing to do, and he is very enthusiastic.

Caught, he strategically touched his nose and handed over the phone.

"Only one photo was taken."

It's just the back view.

He didn't cover it up, and he would show it to her after taking it. She could delete it anytime she wanted.

Yun Si took it, took a look at it, and then threw it back.

I didn't bother with this matter, I just asked: "How do you like this one? Does it look good? Will my uncle and aunt like it?"

She seemed unaware of her own beauty.

She was obviously good-looking, tall, and fair-skinned. She was a very beautiful girl, but she didn't seem to notice it.

Silly, she even approached him and asked him if he looked good.

Really...

It was a young man in his prime, his eyes fell on the little skirt on her body.

Thin skirt, light yellow, very conservative style, not revealing too much.

The skirt reached to her knees and had a wavy design, which was romantic and playful. It made her legs thin, long and dazzlingly white.

Extraordinarily eye-catching.

In front of him, the shape of her legs was so beautiful that it made people want to...

He watched without saying anything, his eyes fixed.

Until she waved her hand in front of him, "Speak, does it look good?"

"nice."

His dark eyes fell on her legs and his voice was slightly hoarse.

His eyes were too unclear.

It was like the look in his eyes when he was intimate with her at night was almost exactly the same, without any difference.

Mixed with sparks about to ignite, crackling.

Yun Si paused for a moment, then reacted quickly and took a few steps back.

"you--"

"It's very nice, just this one."

The way he looked at her was vaguely aggressive.

Invisibly, it seemed as if the thin dress on her body was to be torn off, strong and undisguised.