Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

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The slap-sized face slowly approached, and seemed to have a sly smile, like a little fox wagging its tail, beautiful and agile,

"You're not...jealous, are you?"

Jiu Ge said,

Jealousy is a sign of caring.

Especially... when you like someone, you will care about the other person.

She smiled at someone just now, and he seemed unhappy,

So that means...

He actually... also likes himself.

Because I like it, so... I will mind.

It's just like,

She would also be very angry, just like Jiu Ge smiled at other women.

The man has a meal.

"Yes or no?"

Yun Si hugged him, very happy,

"Being jealous means you must care about me."

"Caring about me means..."

Yun Si rolled her eyeballs, smiled lightly,

As soon as the words came to my lips,

But Mu Hanyan picked up the flowers in her arms and looked at them quietly.

Yun Si raised her eyebrows, pestered him, grinning,

"Yes or no?"

"You must care about me~"

She leaned her face together, blinking her watery eyes, obviously embarrassing.

The man watched calmly,

The white and beautiful fingertips seem to have lightly touched the delicate petals,

The gentle and gentle beauty, coupled with the coquettish and charming flowers, is like an oil painting with warm colors, with an indescribable charm,

He is gentle and courteous,

After watching quietly for a while, his gentle eyes slowly fell on her again.

"Um?"

He seemed to be in a good mood again.

There seemed to be a bit of tenderness hidden in the low voice.

Yun Si blinked her beautiful eyes, looking forward to it like presenting a treasure.

"looks good?"

"This is for you."

She seemed very pleased with the flowers she sent.

"I planted this, isn't it beautiful?"

Although it is strenuous, it also takes energy,

But if you can make a beauty smile,

Yun Si felt that it was worth it.

She fiddled with the petals and straightened them.

Mu Hanyan's eyes slowly swept over the spikes on the flower branches, but he didn't speak.

He seemed to glance at her hand,

It's clean, no scratches.

That is to say,

She was not hurt.

Mu Hanyan was silent for a while,

at last,

The corners of his lips rose slowly, revealing a stunning arc.

He seems to have circled her wrist very naturally, rubbed it, with a gentle tone,

"In the future, don't send flowers."

"Huh? Why?"

"Do you not like it?"

The man explained slowly, "I like it."

"However, if you keep sending it, the family will not be able to let it go."

He was patiently reassuring her doubts,

"Moreover, the flowers are not easy to preserve and are easy to wither."

"If it withers, it won't look good."

While explaining in a gentle voice, he touched her palm calmly.

The palms are clean, without a trace of scratches to the touch.

Presumably she paid attention, so she was not hurt by the flower branch.

Mu Han's tone remained unchanged, and he gently changed the topic,

"Have you eaten yet?"

Yun Si originally wanted to continue the topic just now, but upon hearing that, she subconsciously shook her head, "No."

Mu Hanyan nodded, and pulled her to the side table,

"I made a bento, just warmed up."

He took out the insulation box from the cabinet, opened it, and placed it in front of her.

The chopsticks were also handed over.

Yun Si blinked, "What about you?"

Mu Hanyan laughed, sat next to her, took out another heat preservation box, and opened it.