Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Yun Si glanced at Ah Fu who secretly raised his head.

He always seemed to dare not meet her gaze. As soon as she looked over, he would lower his head.

Like a frightened bird, very timid.

Yun Si looked at him without saying a word.

after awhile,

She stood up and said, "You should have a good rest first, and I won't disturb you anymore."

He would probably remain this uncomfortable while she was here.

Afu, who had his head lowered, was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised his head,

"Master"

He wanted to say something, and even wanted to stretch out his hand,

But as a slave, the rules imprinted in his bones made him dare not look at her directly.

If a lowly slave looks at his master, he will be dirty.

He ducked his head again, remained silent for a moment, and whispered,

"It's snowy and slippery outside. Master, you should be more careful when walking."

Yun Si hummed, walked to the door, opened the door,

When the wooden door closed with a creak, the man on the bed, who had lowered his head and dared not look at it, looked over for a moment.

His eyes followed the shadow falling by the paper window, and he was stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

The room suddenly became quiet after Yun Si left.

The stove is continuously heating the charcoal fire, emitting heat,

The room is as warm as spring, with a faint medicinal fragrance.

Afu seemed to be in a daze, staring at the paper window at the door for a long time.

The fox fur is still on her body, and the soft fur on it is as soft and comfortable as cotton.

I don’t know when my hair was completely dry, and it fell down softly.

My whole body felt fresh and refreshing, and I just felt like I was falling into delicate clouds. It was very comfortable.

Not knowing what he thought of, his cheeks slowly turned red.

His eyes were also on the bright red fox fur on his body,

He was stunned again, and seemed to realize at this moment that his master had not taken it away.

He looked at Hu Qiu intently, his fingers trembling slightly.

Slowly, slowly,

Testing, touching,

As if he was afraid that he would get dirty if he touched it, he quickly retracted his hand.

He lowered his head and his cheeks were slightly red.

He thought that the owner might have forgotten to take the cloak away.

perhaps,

The master will remember it later and come back to take the cloak away.

Therefore, he cannot make his master angry by soiling his clothes.

The slave Afu carefully took off his cloak.

Then fold it up bit by bit, not daring to touch it.

This fox fur has excellent texture, the fur is soft and smooth, and there is a very thick layer inside.

Compared to the delicate and smooth fox fur, his hands looked even rougher.

It's thick, hard, dry, and has ugly scars on it.

Ah Fu put the folded cloak on his lap and looked at it intently.

As lowly as a slave in the dust, he doesn't even dare to touch the bright colors one more time,

Even though there is no one around, he can do whatever he wants with it.

But he was careful and regarded it as a treasure, and did not dare to molest it at all.

Her cheeks were red, and there seemed to be a faint light hidden in her dark eyes.

A woman whom he had never met casually gave him such a small benefit.

He was like a dog, begging for mercy and giving his most loyal heart.

Even the slightest trace of pride left in the bones of lowly people seems to have disappeared in that bright color.

Nothing is left, only the willing heart.

If he were allowed to die for his master,

He thought he was willing.