Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Two rows of bookshelves stand against a wall covered in cartoon patterns.

The floor was covered with mats, and blocks, picture books, and toys were scattered everywhere.

Somewhat messy.

It is the result left by naughty children who dispersed after playing around.

Bathed in the sunshine, among the floating dust, it seems that there are little elves dancing on it.

Jumping happily and freely.

"Crack-"

Suddenly, something fell, breaking the silence here.

The sound came from the corner.

Hidden in the corner next to the bookshelf, where the sun doesn't shine.

A small figure, who didn't know when it got up, shrank there, making it difficult for people to notice.

Like a sloth nesting in a safe tree hole he found.

Quiet and quiet, no noise or noise.

The small figure faced that inconspicuous corner.

Sitting, holding a big picture book, with his back to the outside.

The whole person sat in a ball--

The dumplings are easy to make at first glance.

The colored pencil brush fell from the gap in his drawing book, and his painting stopped for a moment.

The little head tilted slightly, turned to the side, and was about to pick it up.

Just watching, the fallen paintbrush rolled around a few times.

Then, it stopped and was picked up by a soft white and slender hand.

The shallow shadows fell, and the girl's hands were as white as flawless under the sunlight, like the whitest pearls in a picture book, crystal clear and softly glowing.

In the small corner of the space, an unknown fragrance appeared.

Along with her movements, lightness floated over.

Silent and silent.

Xiaotuanzi was stunned.

Under the short black and shiny hair, the fair face as big as a palm looks a little dull.

Like a slow-responsive sloth, it takes a while to react.

Under the broken hair, all she could see was a pair of clear, obsidian-like eyes staring at her.

Quietly, his eyes moved from the girl's hands up to her face.

Motionless, his eyes were as soft and peaceful as a deer, blinking slowly.

silent.

The girl looked at Mo, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was still underage, but his face was particularly charming and stunning.

Just like in a picture book, the beautiful princess living in a high ivory tower is shining in a beautiful dress.

Dazzling light.

She took the paintbrush and handed it to him gently.

The beautiful little face has not lost its childishness, the eyebrows are slightly curved, and the smile is lively and bright.

Like the scorching sun in winter, the light is strong and eye-catching.

It almost took away all the people's attention and could no longer be diverted.

"Here you go." Her clear girlish voice was gentle and gentle.

"..." The soft and warm little dumpling looked at her quietly.

He didn't move, his face was calm.

A girl as beautiful as a princess, with charming and pure peach blossom eyes.

When she didn't get a response, she handed over some more brushes.

"Your pen."

She acted friendly.

As he moved closer, he could smell the unknown aroma getting stronger.

It seems to be wafting from her body. Even if you hold your hand close, you can smell the alluring fragrance——

It's like the scent of candy that attracts children, sweet and soft.

Extraordinarily attractive.

Xiaobai Tuanzi's soft eyelashes moved slightly and fell silently.

Holding the picture book, I paused for a while.

Finally, he slowly stretched out his little hand and took it.

"Thanks."

It was still milky voice, he spoke slowly.

He is a polite child who seems to be well-behaved, sweet and lovable.

The white and tender cheeks look fleshy.

one look……

It's very close.