Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

She slowly withdrew her hand and turned over.

The two people faced each other, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen for a moment.

Yun Si closed her eyes, tucked in the quilt, and fell asleep.

I started to get angry with him.

After all, no one can endure that kind of inexplicable cold violence.

It's late at night, when everything is silent.

The sleepy person quickly fell asleep again, leaving the sleepless person motionless, staring straight ahead.

The sound of even breathing came from behind. Although it was very light, he could always identify it immediately.

He slowly turned around and stared intently at Yun Si, who had her back turned to him. There was a wide gap between the two of them.

In the past, the two of them would always hug each other and keep the quilt warm.

But tonight, for the first time, the two of them were so far apart.

The cold Master Taifu stared at it for a few seconds.

Immediately, he pressed forward and pulled her into his arms as always.

The high bridge of his nose rubbed against her cheek, he closed his eyes and deeply inhaled the unique floral fragrance of her body.

Like a perverted idiot, he kissed and hugged her.

If he wasn't afraid of waking her up, he might have acted more recklessly.

"My lady. My lady"

He murmured softly, as if filled with gravel, his voice was very gravelly.

He hugged her tightly, trying to use force, but he restrained his strength very much.

He didn't dare to wake her up, afraid that she would see this side of him.

He was such a proud man, how could he allow her to discover his fanaticism.

Warm lips covered her ear, pecking it gently, carefully, as if dealing with a porcelain doll.

Strong reason controls him and prevents him from losing his temper.

Nor would she find that she was in such a passive position.

From the beginning, after she left, he realized that he had become the weak one in this relationship.

All this time, he had been passive, passively accepting her, passively doing things he had never done before.

He admitted that he enjoyed it and was a little obsessed.

But he never thought that after she left, he would miss her like crazy.

I feel like my heart is empty every day, frantically looking for something to fill it up.

Without her, he didn't know how to live, and he didn't know how to adapt to being alone again.

That person's life in the past seemed to have become extremely distant, and his memory had faded.

Only the figure of the two people together remained in his mind, and only the excitement she brought to him remained.

He began to panic, at a loss as to what to do, and frantically wanted to find her.

However, he couldn't find it.

She left completely, leaving only the entanglements to him.

The rest, the clothes and towels that could carry her scent, nothing.

He couldn't even find any spiritual comfort.

Every night, he sat quietly on the bed where he and she slept, all night long, until dawn.

Countless times, he thought that he was finished.

In this relationship that he didn't want to start, he was the first to get emotional and the first to be inseparable from her.

She could shake her butt and walk away clean, but he couldn't.

He missed her. He wanted her back.

His heart was so empty that there was a dull pain in his heart every day.

The more painful it was, the more he stood at the door of the inn every day, waiting for her.

It's ridiculous to say that he was really like a dog waiting for his master to come home.