Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

but now……

She stayed like this, without running away, holding him quietly without speaking.

She wasn't deliberately naughty, and she didn't seem to be teasing him. She was like a well-behaved kitten, staying in his arms obediently.

His hand was a little hot, and he touched her sensitive waist, rubbing it gently, but she didn't hide.

Silent, default.

Her sudden cuteness made Jun Jiuge move his lips and teeth slightly and open his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But the rarely well-behaved girl in his arms seemed to have little patience. She raised her head and kissed him, firmly taking the initiative.

The hint almost became explicit.

"Si Si..."

"Cut the nonsense."

She bit him, fiercely.

She has already taken the initiative, if he still doesn't express anything——

The hand that was gently stroking her suddenly tightened.

Reason seemed to be washed away at that moment, and desire came out of the cage and became overwhelming.

"Si Si... Si Si..." He kept calling her name.

Turning over, he clasped her fingers tightly - he felt that he was probably really drunk. Otherwise, why would his beloved girl be so obedient, lying under him obediently, and responding patiently to him over and over again?

The snow-white cold clothes fell to the ground, shrouded in the delicate and unparalleled red.

Red is warm, passionate, and clinging tightly.

The aroma of the wine is light, the aroma of flowers is aphrodisiac, and the air is cold but inexplicably hot.

My heart is hot, scorching unbearably, almost burning everything.

Restless and excited, it makes people completely red-eyed.

It was night, and outside the house, the night was still extremely dark—bottomless.

The moonlight was clear and clear, hanging quietly on one end of the branches, like a quiet and elegant lily, blooming peacefully in the deep blue sky.

In the peach forest, the flowers are falling, and I don’t know when they will rise. The new buds and buds stretch slightly, revealing the delicate and weak core.

She probed her head quietly, carefully blooming, tender, but gradually dyed with mature rouge.

The wind picked up, very strong, blowing the small and delicate flower bones.

The flower branches trembled, trembling pitifully, unable to find a fulcrum to rely on.

I had to sway in the wind and move with the wind.

The wind is strong, and the flowers become more and more beautiful - beautiful and translucent red, so beautiful that it is breathtaking.

Under the moonlight and in the breeze, the flowers bloomed, brilliantly blooming, shining proudly, and humming in a low voice.

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I do not know how long it has been……

Tonight's night seems to have become extraordinarily long - or maybe it's already dawn, but the people in the house haven't noticed.

The window was closed, only slightly opened at a corner, and the light from the window shone in. Sometimes it was bright, as bright as day, but sometimes it was dark, dark and bottomless.

I don’t know when it was, I just know that the peach blossoms outside the house seem to be blooming, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of peach pink.

It's sweet, so sweet that I want to find out more.

The wind chimes in front of the house were ringing, "ding bells--ding bells--" The petals of the hanging spider orchid were blown off by the wind, and fell to the ground lightly.

The soft petals fell all over the ground, but no one cared.

Clasp your fingers tightly, buckle backwards, and secure firmly.

Hold the waist, rub it, vigorously but without restraint,

Yun Si didn't know how much time had passed - she felt as if her whole body was soaked in hot and burning spirits, sinking, sinking, blurred, drunk, and completely lost the strength to resist and escape.

Her extremely wet and charming eyes were red from being bullied. She opened her eyes pitifully and in a daze, trying to look out the window, but she couldn't.