Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Don't you think I'm a monster?"

"Silly Sisi, what's the difference between a demon and a god?"

That was the first lesson he taught her,

All things have spirits, so how come there is no distinction between high and low?

The word "lowness" has always been a high-sounding suppression used by people with evil intentions.

Only those who are truly cowardly will use this excuse to admit their mediocrity and incompetence.

If your heart is strong and determined, why should you be afraid of these meaningless identities?

She seemed to have forgotten what he had taught her.

Even the absurd and corrupt memories of that night were sealed in the depths of my memory.

At first she didn't remember what happened after she was drunk, and she seemed to have forgotten——

That night he called her name in her ear over and over again,

That hot breath seems to return with the return of memory,

Faintly, it seems that I can still feel that kind of temperature in my ears.

Yun Si still remembered that the next morning, she was broken and had forgotten all the things before.

Jiuge seemed silent for a moment, then said nothing and quietly served her sobering tea.

After that, Jiuge stopped giving her alcohol.

Even if you drink, you can only take a small sip.

Yun Si was sitting alone in the tent, with her head lowered, quietly looking at her light golden book and stroking it.

When I opened it, I saw various essays written by her inside.

There are TuTu paintings and various portraits,

Yun Si quietly turned to a blank page, her fingertips stagnant.

After a long time, she seemed to laugh, but her eyes turned slightly red.

Did Jiu Ge want to tell her in this way that she doesn't have to care about her identity?

As careful as he is, how could he not understand that she has always cared about this matter?

Now that he has changed his identity, he has become a humble slave, not daring to have any delusions.

Isn't this what she looked like back then?

She is even more concerned about the status gap than she was before.

When she finds him, she will think about how to be with him.

But he would not dare and would stick to the distinction between superiority and inferiority.

Even if he touches her, he will feel that it will dirty her.

simply.

Even worse than she was before.

Yun Si slowly closed the book and her eyes fell on the person who had been guarding outside the tent.

Quietly, not knowing what to think.

"Afu, come in."

She spoke out.

When the people outside the tent heard her voice, they immediately opened the curtain and walked in.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Yun Si looked up at him, "Afu, do you want to be a general?"

Afu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what she meant.

"Master, master, a slave is his master's slave, and he should be loyal to his master for the rest of his life."

Yun Si was silent for a moment and asked, "Are you willing to be my slave for the rest of your life?"

"Yes, the master is the slave's eternal master and will never change."

He showed absolute loyalty to her without any disloyalty.

Yun Si frowned and found that his willingness to be a slave had penetrated deep into his bones.

Although I know that in this world a slave is a slave and there is rarely a chance to turn over,

But even if many people become slaves, they are still unwilling to accept it and want to find opportunities to climb up.

Now he clearly cares about the barrier of identity, but he is still willing to be her slave.

This problem seems to be getting a little tricky.

"Afu, have you ever thought about giving up your status as a slave?"