Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Plop after plop, plop after plop.

His slightly gravelly voice seemed particularly alluring in this silent night.

The gentle touch between the fingertips made people's ears slowly feel hot.

Red and crispy.

Yun Si's fingertips trembled slightly.

After a long time, she slowly closed her eyes.

The arms silently hooked around his neck.

Ayuan...

The one who likes her the most is Ayuan.

She closed her eyes, her brows gentle.

A long time ago, Yun Si never thought that love words were so important.

When she was a heartless little goblin, she felt that all the men in the world were the same, smelly and nasty.

In hell, there are many lonely ghosts who hang out together in twos and threes, forming temporary partners.

Those male ghosts, with all kinds of sweet words, can always make the female ghosts happy and jealous.

There were also many words coming out of the mouths of those obscene ghosts, which were just naked teasing and made people feel sick.

At that time, Yun Si felt that the affectionate words between men and women were particularly disgusting and disgusting, making people want to vomit.

Po Meng laughed at her for not understanding the style, and she sneered at it.

In her eyes, the affairs between men and women are just water in the mirror, and romantic affairs are not worth mentioning.

She used to be extremely free and easy, extremely transparent, and she had never looked directly at any man.

only,

She never thought that one day she would go to great lengths for a man to get him to say the simplest words of love.

She wanted him to fall in love with her, she wanted him to surrender under her skirt.

She developed an extremely strong desire to conquer and possessive of him.

I want to look at him dressed in pure white, with his pure and beautiful face stained with a charming and charming color.

I want to see only myself and no one else in those pure and clear eyes.

She even wanted to monopolize his most extreme tenderness.

These were feelings she had never experienced before, very new and very intense.

She liked him like a piece of art that was perfect without any flaws.

I want to possess it, I want to be completely exclusive.

She is a free and easy person, and she will chase after someone she likes.

She shamelessly rubbed against his peach forest, pestered him without shame, and stepped on his bottom line bit by bit.

but……

Many years later, when Yun Si recalled that time, she often thought - if she had chosen not to chase him, would she... wouldn't have been so worried about gains and losses?

At some point, she began to feel inferior, extremely sensitive, and...even more timid.

She was a splendid fire, but deep down in her heart, it had long since dimmed, leaving only ashes on the ground.

She began to care about other people's eyes, their comments, and their undisguised mocking eyes.

He was so perfect, as perfect as the only dazzling light in the sky, which exposed all the cowardice in her heart.

She began to become more and more restless, more sensitive, and more silent.

The better he treats her, the more she hates herself.

I hate my origin, I hate my identity, I even hate everything about myself.

In this way, all the emotions were suppressed in her heart. She never said anything and kept enduring them.

Finally, until that day, she heard him say from his own mouth that Hibiscus Flower was just mediocre.