Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Kira:! ! !

"Asmodeus, I take back what I just said——"

She struggled and pushed him, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong -"

"You also have a gift, I have prepared a gift for you——"

The man paused, raised his eyes, and stared at her faintly.

Ji La breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him stop moving.

She hesitated for a moment, pointed to the place where she hid the cabinet, and said,

"Your gift. There."

She prepared gifts for both him and Crossel, but she finished Crossel's first, and his was only half-finished.

So she thought, give it to Crossel first, and then give it to him.

The man stared at her without saying a word.

The body as heavy as a stone completely pressed on her,

Jira could feel the changes somewhere in his body.

She blushed slightly and whispered,

"Dear Asmodeus, I'm sorry, but I'm only half finished with your gift."

"If you want to see it now, I can bring it to you."

She paused and added,

"Because it's still a semi-finished product, it might be a little ugly. I hope you don't mind."

The anger in the man's eyes seemed to have calmed down a bit.

"Really, are you ready for me?"

Jira nodded.

He and Crossel are both her lovers, so naturally she will not favor one over the other.

"Dear Asmodeus, the handkerchief that belongs to you has a dragon pattern on it, but my hands are a little clumsy and the embroidery doesn't look good, so I keep redoing it."

"If time permits, maybe you will receive my gift in two days."

Ji La thought for a while, fearing that he wouldn't believe it, so she pushed him away, then climbed to the bed and dug out her small cabinet.

"Look, this is yours."

She handed the soft handkerchief in front of him,

She was right, there were many long threads connected to the handkerchief, and the pattern on it only showed a very rough dragon shape.

The name is still Jira's. Except for the different pattern, everything else is exactly the same as the one given to Crossel.

The man looked at it quietly for two seconds, and then focused his attention on Jira again.

Poor little princess, her skirt was torn.

The shoulder strap fell off and hung awkwardly on my waist.

She kept covering the remaining fabric on her chest and explained to him,

Even though she was almost insulted, she still didn't cry.

She is truly a strong beauty.

Asmodeus took the handkerchief, looked at it, and then said slowly,

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

"I deserve to die. I just ignored your wishes and offended you."

Jira sighed,

"It's okay, dear Asmodeus, as long as you don't get angry again."

She looked down at her tattered skirt and stood up helplessly, planning to change into another one.

His mark was inevitably left on his neck, which was red and a little too obvious.

"Dear Asmodeus,"

She changed into another skirt, then looked in the mirror and called him,

"My hair is messed up, can you braid it for me?"

She changed into a light blue crystal narcissus skirt. The flowing skirt was like a dancing butterfly, exceptionally light in the tiny sunlight.

The slender ankles stood slightly on the carpet, like white jade, incredibly delicate.

When she stood side by side with the slowly approaching man, she looked even more like a beautiful elf in a fairy tale, beautiful and clean.

Asmodeus looked at her with dark eyes,

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if he was suppressing something.