Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Soon, little Mia gradually became sleepy after she calmed down.

This morning, she got up early, walked again, and talked to Laurel for a long time.

She didn't take a nap today, so she always gets sleepy very easily at night.

Especially since the surrounding environment was dark and quiet, with no sound at all.

Although Mr. De La Hera's arms were cold, for some reason, they gave her a sense of security.

He held her in his arms and walked steadily without any ups and downs.

Little Mia lay in his arms and gradually yawned.

His eyes were filled with tears, and he felt increasingly sleepy.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, and her little head rested completely on Mr. De La Hera's shoulder.

Soft and fragrant.

Mr. De La Hera paused for half a second, lowered his eyes, and gently placed his chin on her cheek.

Hearing her shallow breathing, he said nothing.

Soon, the huge black wings spread out behind him.

The strong and powerful wings can wrap two people in an instant.

In this dark night.

Mr. De La Hera's figure disappeared at that moment, leaving no trace.

And all that remained in place were the fallen leaves blown away by the wind.

The wind brought by the flapping wings caused the fallen leaves to swirl and fall silently to the side.

There was no one in the forest.

When a warm towel was gently wiped on her cheek, little Mia, who accidentally fell asleep, finally woke up.

Opening his hazy eyes, he looked around confusedly.

She was placed in the warm pool, and Mr. De La Hera knelt next to her, raising his hands and slowly wiping her body.

"." Little Mia yawned.

"Are we back? Sir."

Mr. De La Hera hummed softly, moving gently.

"Did I wake you? My master."

Little Mia shook her head, her eyes half-closed, still very sleepy.

She reluctantly stood up, took the towel from his hand, and said, "I'll wash it myself. Sir, please go out first."

Mr. De La Hera smiled slightly and lowered his eyelids, rarely speaking easily.

"Okay, then I'll make the bed for the master."

"." Little Mia mumbled lazily and watched him walk out.

After he left, she washed herself and then picked up the clean nightgown that had been prepared nearby.

soon.

After little Mia finished washing, she opened the door and saw Mr. De La Hera standing there with a smile.

On her arm was a neatly folded long towel, the color of which was dazzlingly white.

Mia sighed, lowered her head, and resigned herself to waiting for him to wipe her hair.

This seems to be what a blood servant should do, to do his best and be meticulous.

Mia was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open and just wanted to go to bed quickly.

Mr. De La Hera seemed to know that she was sleepy. After drying her hair, he hugged her.

"Master, you can rest now."

He said gently and respectfully.

Mia groaned, lay down on the bed, quickly got into the quilt, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Ignoring the gentleman next to me, I quickly fell asleep.

Mr. De La Hera, who had a strong sense of ritual, covered her with a quilt slowly, then took her hand out and kissed her as usual.

One finger at a time, his cold kiss fell.

He blocked the dim light, his back fell to the ground, and his wings seemed to stretch out in an instant.

A huge shadow fell on the bed and soon disappeared.

The elegant and noble Mr. De La Hera stood beside the bed, staring quietly.