Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Yun Si clicked her tongue and looked at him, "Peeping at me?"

The big-breasted cat stared at her quietly, its cheeks slightly bulging.

"No."

"Yes, look at it openly."

He corrected her mistake seriously.

Yun Si raised her eyebrows and turned to the next page.

After seeing the picture above clearly, she was slightly stunned and opened her eyes wide.

"This is what I dreamed about."

The young man held her in his arms and spoke softly, word by word.

Yun Si: "."

She blushed slightly and turned the next page.

Turn the page, turn the page again,

Keep turning until the end,

Song Jing filled up almost the entire thick painting book, and many of them were colored.

Yun Si's face turned completely red and she turned to glare at him.

"How can you draw these?!"

The young man looked over with confused eyes, and when he met her, he didn't seem to understand.

"You said you wouldn't be angry."

He repeated carefully what she had said before.

Yun Si: "."

Even though he was a shameless old gangster, he couldn't help but his face became bloodshot when he saw this scene.

She grabbed his ears, a little annoyed,

"Is this what you dreamed about?"

"What are you thinking about every day?"

Yun Si closed the painting book, feeling ashamed and annoyed.

"Don't draw these next time!"

She thought he was very good, but then she was thinking about this kind of thing? ? ?

The young man was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

It looks like he feels aggrieved.

"You said you wouldn't be angry."

He said slowly and pursed his lips.

"Si Si, you lied."

He lowered his head, completely immersed in the shadows, twisted his fingers, and stopped talking.

Just like the little daughter-in-law who found out that she had been deceived, she was extremely sad.

Yun Si choked, "I——"

The air seemed to be stagnant for a moment.

"Anyway, you are not allowed to draw these anymore."

She blushed and softened her tone.

"These paintings cannot be seen by others, do you understand?"

The young man lowered his head and remained silent.

It looked like he was so aggrieved that he was almost bubbling over.

Also, Yun Si really doted on him on weekdays and would never be harsh to him.

As a result, he now has an even smaller temper and is very squeamish.

Yun Si had no choice but to touch his head and lean over to look at him.

"I'm not angry, it's just that - these dreams can't be drawn, you know?"

She had always known that boys would have hazy dreams when they reached a certain age, but she didn't expect that his would be so detailed.

Yun Si's face was still hot, as if she was cooked.

Seeing that he still didn't speak, she hesitated, leaned over, and kissed the corner of his mouth gently.

Just stick and leave soon.

"Don't be sad, okay?"

"." The young man seemed stunned and looked at her quietly.

Yun Si's face was hot, all caused by his paintings.

Meeting his clean and blank gaze, she dodged slightly, feeling like she was leading a bad child.

But the next second, her face was forcefully straightened, and a warm touch pressed against her.

"." Yun Si's clear eyes blinked again and again, flashing a hint of surprise.

The nineteen-year-old seemed to show his active side for the first time.

He closed his eyes and looked closely, his eyelashes seemed to be trembling randomly.

The ears were completely red, as if they were bleeding, and seemed to be steaming.

He was very raw, so he probably could only kiss her bit by bit based on the memories in his dreams.