Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

late at night.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the shadow of the moon was gone.

On a hot night, I don’t know when it started to rain.

First there were a few scattered spots, and then there was a steady stream.

The cool rain wet the dry ground, the sound of rain was sparse, and the crystal water droplets gathered on the leaves to form a stream of water, flowing down continuously.

It rained and the wind came.

A cool, moist wind blows into the window from outside.

Inside the window, the thin gauze curtain was gently blown by the wind and fell to the ground, and the fragrance in the boudoir spread lightly.

On the bed, the man who had fallen asleep had his eyes closed and his breathing was shallow, unaware of the rain outside.

Because of the heat, she kicked off the quilt, and her whole slender body was bent and huddled together.

Her long black hair was spread out, and the side of her face was buried in the pillow.

Like a pure and beautiful white fox, all white and soft, too beautiful to be stained by any darkness in this world.

The wind outside the window blew her hair a little.

She fell asleep, knowing nothing, and allowed the darkness to gradually cover her.

Slowly, bit by bit, and with extreme caution.

A man's arm that shouldn't have been there appeared silently and covered her waist.

Hugging her from behind, his hot breath touched her delicate, warm and white cheek.

It's surprisingly hot.

The beautiful girl who was sleeping didn't know that a wild man climbed into her bed, hugged her and took advantage of her.

The hot body behind her came close to her thin body.

The wild man's lips fell on her ears and cheeks, kissing her very lightly, as if he didn't want to wake her up.

The crazy fragrance of my daughter is in my arms. She has snow-skinned skin and red lips. Even my breath seems to be fragrant. The fragrance is sweet and extremely addictive.

The man hugged her as if a hungry wild dog was licking the meat and bones that he cherished so much. He was very hungry, but still reluctant to eat.

All you can do is smell it, kiss it, and lick it.

Staring at her, he suppressed his extravagant desire.

Being held and kissed like this, she moved.

Close your eyes, hum softly a few times, and then turn over.

The body that was originally curled up stretched out and turned into an octopus, hugging him.

She seemed to particularly like the smell of him, and she loved sleeping in his arms.

It's the same every time, and she will take the initiative to hug him and put her legs on him.

Once you find a suitable and comfortable position, you will be content to stop moving and sleep more soundly.

A deep sleep.

No sense of vigilance at all.

I don’t even know if I’m going to be eaten.

The corner of the wild man's lips curled up as he climbed onto her bed.

Hug her tightly, touch her face and ears.

His movements were so proficient that it was hard to imagine how many nights he had done this.

He was obviously a person of high status who could get everything he wanted just by asking, but in the end, he had to surrender like this and become a flower picker that everyone was ashamed of.

He would touch her every night, climb into the bed of that weak and innocent girl, and do all sorts of rogue things.

If someone discovered him, his eyes would be shocked and he wouldn't know what to say.

He held the person in his arms and silently touched her exceptionally soft waist.

Listening to her shallow breathing, she was quiet and didn't know what she was thinking.

The rain was still falling outside the window, a steady drizzle, and a cool breeze, completely blowing away the sultry heat of the summer night.

He held her and lay there for a while.

With the warm fragrance and warm jade in his arms, he slowly closed his eyes.