Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

She keenly sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.

His head slowly dropped, resting on his arms and lying on the table.

I didn't even take off my glasses, so I closed my eyes.

Thin and delicate shoulders, a fair and beautiful face, and long hair as curled as seaweed.

She was like a little princess trapped in Maleficent, breathing softly and opening her lips slightly.

At some point, the rain outside the window became heavier and heavier. There was even a dull thunder in the distance.

It's like someone is beating a drum continuously on the horizon, one after another, accompanied by the sound of rain, hammering into people's hearts.

The glass of the window is not closed, so there is always wind blowing in from time to time.

The cold raindrops blowing into this warm and bright apartment seemed to bring the coldness to the woman at the desk.

She fell asleep very quickly, as if she fell asleep the first second she lay down.

With her eyes closed, she fell into a deep sleep, her slender and soft eyelashes motionless like cattail fans.

The lampshade beside the desk focused the yellow light and illuminated the side of her face.

It was as if her bright and beautiful eyebrows were covered with a soft veil.

Next to it, the glass of water that had just been drank seemed to still have the moisture from her sip remaining on the mouth of the glass.

Quietly, as if everything followed her dreaming, she fell into a complete sleep.

The clock on the wall ticked one second, and the sound was lost in the sound of rain outside the window.

As time passed by, a shadow silently fell beside the woman.

With the coolness and moisture of the rainy night, it touched the skin of her bare arms.

She probably noticed something, and her delicate brows frowned slightly.

I want to wake up, but I can't stand the overwhelming sleepiness.

The eyelids were as heavy as jacks and could not be opened at all.

In the last remaining ray of clarity, she felt as if her body was entangled by a poisonous snake. The cold snake breath spit on her neck, bringing an extremely penetrating chill.

Every inch of the scales on that huge venomous snake seemed to be tightly attached to her skin.

The powerful body entangled her tightly as if it were catching prey.

She felt that the temperatureless snake's tail was passing over every inch of her body. She couldn't struggle because the more she struggled, the tighter it would be.

The woman's eyelashes trembled, and her body trembled physiologically.

The little white rabbit, who had no power to resist, had her long hair pushed aside and her cheek was gently stroked.

Bit by bit, it's like treating a unique work of art, with an incredible gentleness and obsession.

Forehead, eyebrows, nose, ears, lips.

Everything is so beautiful and perfect, it feels like tender and soft tofu.

Arms, back, waist, pelvis.

Every inch of the frame seems to have been carefully carved by God, exquisite and coordinated.

Those hands that were so pale that you could see the veins and veins were admiring this excellent work of art tenderly and unyieldingly.

When he touched her warm skin, he became more and more excited, and he kept touching her, as if he wanted to completely take her into his own.

The woman was sleeping deeply, but her eyebrows were furrowed, as if she was sleeping uneasily.

Soon, she was picked up horizontally, without even wearing shoes, her bare feet were white and tender.

When the rain outside stopped, the people inside had long disappeared.

The woman who was sleeping on the desk also disappeared.

The curtains were blown open, and the whistling sound of the wind was like a sigh, and soon the sound disappeared.