Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

A certain tiger, whose body was as soft as liquid, stretched out in all directions and rolled restlessly on the small platform several times.

The golden silk silkworm was covered in quilt and several of its hairs fell out.

It lost its sleepiness and felt a little depressed. It listened to the sound of breathing in its ears, and then...

It rolled silently again.

As a result, a depressed certain tiger accidentally rolled down the collapse.

It was startled, stabilized its body, dropped its limbs to the ground, and raised its tail.

"." It's really good to be a feline, with a full sense of balance.

Yun Si landed on the ground and looked in the direction of the dragon bed again.

The crocodile gauze tent hangs down, and is embroidered with pearls and silver threads all over the tent. The moonlight pours in, and the light is dim, like a magical sea falling into the clouds, covering the figure inside.

Jing's posthumous title is as indifferent as the sleeping gods in the heavenly palace. They can only be viewed from a distance, but not up close.

The pace that Yun Si wanted to walk suddenly stopped.

Watching quietly, his ears slowly perked up.

It approached lightly, slipped through the gauze curtain with its small body, and then looked up at the bed that was level with its head.

The pure white paw lifted up and touched it.

The moment he landed on the bed, a slender, crystal-white hand appeared, along with a snow-colored white wrist. All the way down, a woman in a plain gauze and white dress appeared, squatting beside the dragon's bed.

Her eyes were full of light, like moonlight, slightly gentle.

The man was lying on his back, sleeping quietly with his eyes closed. His handsome face was less cold and sinister than usual, and he looked much more approachable.

She watched quietly, and stretched out her bright white fingers, as if she was afraid of waking him up, and hooked his little finger little by little.

After hooking up, the corners of her lips raised, as if the depression in her heart had dissipated.

Seeing him sleeping, she didn't bother him. She hooked him briefly and then withdrew her hand.

The beautiful white tiger turned into a beautiful white tiger again, jumped on the bed, and then huddled next to his pillow.

She balled up into a ball, closed her eyes, and felt his breath beside her, and then the loss in her heart gradually faded away.

Yun Si thought, if that was not possible, she might as well sleep next to his pillow like this.

She has been in this small world for so long and has never met him.

Now that they finally met, she really missed his arms and his breath.

It closed its eyes and sighed in its heart.

Quietly huddled together, brewing sleepiness.

But inside the Tai Chi Hall, it was still silent.

After Yun Si fell asleep completely, she didn't notice that the man's fingers slowly started to bend.

His calloused fingertips gently traced the silky fabric, and then clenched into a fist.

Quietly, no one noticed.

The next day, when Yun Si rolled around as usual, she felt that she was covered by a quilt, and the man's cold breath was all over it.

She was startled and woke up immediately.

When he raised his head and looked up, he realized that Que Yan was no longer there and that he had rolled into the middle of the dragon bed at some point.

The dragon bed was very big, even bigger than her bed. Lying on it was so comfortable that she almost didn't want to get up.

However, when she got up and took a look, she discovered that the soft quilt had been ruthlessly padded by her, causing countless wrinkles.

And her claws that were exposed inadvertently could not help but pull out the golden thread on it.

After a good sleep, I seemed to have done too many bad things.

"." Yun Si guiltily tucked the torn quilt out of sight, then jumped out of bed.

He jumped from the slightly opened window and jumped out neatly.

The figure of the black and white dumpling disappeared quickly, but the wrinkles on the bed remained.