Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  In the dark night, the voice of panting hot air was close to her ear.

   Almost made her exposed skin tremble slightly, her heart skipped a beat, "My lord?"

  Her mouth was covered, her voice was muffled, and under the pattering rainy night, she was as soft as a kitten.

   "Well, it's me."

  Cold hands covered her face, and the cheeks that had just been bathed were soft and warm, like freshly peeled eggs, extraordinarily delicate.

  He covered her big hand, and couldn't hold it back, as if pinching her thin cheek with a little baby fat.

  In the rainy night, his figure appeared, leaning against the window, his cold and beautiful eyebrows and eyes were illuminated by the lights in the room.

   Dressed in black and corseted, like a vulgar flower picker, he was biased, and that deceptively good-looking face suppressed that illusion again.

  The noble and wanton Mr. Pei has never done things like a flower picker. If you want to come...

   It's just that I have something urgent to come to her.

  In the window, the weak, white and warm little man looked at him quietly.

  Looking at the light behind him, his eyes slowly fell from his face to his rain-stained shoulders, watching, and softly: "It's raining, what's wrong, my lord... is there something wrong?"

   Seeing that she wasn't screaming in surprise, he let go of her mouth, leaned against the window with one shoulder half sideways, his loose hand slipped down, and held her.

  Holding her soft and warm hand, he pursed his lips, and his tone was casual and gentle as usual, "It's nothing, just passing by."

  The movements of his hands were unbelievably natural, but his dark gaze was fixed on her with deep eyes.

   "It's getting late, are you going to bed?"

   "..." She blinked her watery eyes and shook her head, "Not yet, it's still early, I usually go to bed later."

  While speaking, she stretched out her hand and brushed the water droplets on his shoulders carefully.

   "What about my lord? Are you still busy at this late hour?"

   There was a bit of wind blowing outside again. Mr. Pei, who came to visit late at night, followed her movements and took a look, then pursed his lips and said, "I'm busy. During the day, I'm always so busy."

   While speaking, he kept holding her hand.

   The cold hand may have been frozen for too long, it was hard and rough, and it kept pulling her, as if she was afraid that she would withdraw her hand.

   "Are you feeling better?"

  He squeezed her hand, staring at her plain white face with no flesh, his voice was deserted and deep in the rainy night.

   "Are you still taking medicine?"

   "..." She looked at him, thought for a while, but didn't answer, she just asked, "It's raining outside, do you want to come in?"

  There are short eaves outside the window, which can't stop the rain. Seeing that the rain has no intention of stopping, she was afraid that he would get wet, so she asked.

  Outside the window, the man who was holding her hand, paused for a moment, and became a little uncertain, "Is it okay?"

   From this point of view, it seems that he has no intention of leaving immediately, and will stay for a while.

   Yun Si, who didn't think too much, nodded, "I'm alone in the room, it's fine, you can come in."

  She turned slightly sideways to make way.

   After getting permission, he actually came in, turned over neatly, like a nimble cheetah, and landed silently.

  The window was closed, the candlelight was bright, and the shadows of the two were lightly printed on the wall.

  The man who came into the boudoir of his daughter's house seemed to be able to play tricks, and he took out a bracelet from nowhere.

   As he said, when we meet, we will give gifts.

   is called a meeting ceremony.