Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

 The warm white hand fell on her lowered head, touching her gently and slowly, as if to comfort her, "I'm not angry."

"The girl has something to do, so I took the liberty of interrupting her. I'm satisfied with just one encounter with the girl, and I don't dare to expect more."

 “I have a chance to see you again today. To be honest, I’m very happy.”

 He spoke slowly and softly, as if coaxing her.

He touched her head tenderly, without asking any questions. He looked into her eyes deeply, as if there were thousands of deep emotions hidden in them, which he could not express, but was only holding back with strength.

If she raised her head and glanced at him at this moment, she would definitely be frightened by his forbearance and restraint and the surging heat, and she would be dumbfounded and at a loss.

 But she did not raise her head, like a child who had done something wrong, she did not dare to look at him - for fear of letting him discover her guilty conscience.

 She missed him, actually, very much.

  She felt sour for no reason. She sniffed at his gentle voice and felt her eyes burning up.

 Swelling and hot, as if something is about to come out of the gate.

He touched her head and carefully brushed off the broken petals on her shoulders. She lowered her head and said nothing, but slowly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Hold on a little bit, cautiously at first. Seeing that he didn't seem to hate her, then he held on tighter, tighter.

Jun Jiu Ge narrowed his eyes, took one look at her small movements, and directly held her hand.

This time, she raised her head, her eyes were red, and she looked extraordinarily charming, like a silly little beauty.

"Nine...Jiu Ge..." Her voice was small, and she seemed a little nervous when he held her hand.

Jun Jiu Ge hummed and looked at her patiently and gently, "What's wrong?"

"..." The idiot little beauty with red eyes was silent again, and then she whispered coyly, "It's okay."

While saying it was okay, she secretly held his hand tightly, fearing that he would dump her.

Jun Jiu Ge raised the corners of his lips, gently wiped away some moisture from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, and asked, "Would you like to stay for a cup of tea?"

After holding hands, knowing that he was not angry with her and was as good-tempered to her as ever, Yun Si sniffed, her beautiful eyes were wet and bright, and she stared at him without blinking, "I...can I?" "

“Girl, I think so, of course I can.”

"…" Yun Si held back the overly warm joy in her heart, lowered her head, and after a while, she hummed in a mosquito-like voice.

Even though he was extremely happy, he still had to pretend to be reserved, which was very awkward.

Jun Jiu Ge laughed silently, and walked ahead in an understanding manner, leading her through the peach trees and into the quiet yet warmly decorated courtyard.

She followed him, being held by his hand, looking around curiously, feeling novel about everything.

 “Is this your home?” she asked.

Jun Jiu Ge hummed and said good-naturedly: "Girl, you can take a look at it as you like, there is no need to be restrained."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the baggage. I'll help the girl put it away first."

Yun Si gave it to him without thinking, focusing entirely on his small courtyard.

 “It’s so beautiful here. It’s much prettier than my place. I like it here.”

Gradually, she relaxed a lot and began to talk to him casually like before.

Jun Jiu Ge looked at her, his lips slightly curved: "As long as the girl likes her, it's my honor to be liked by the girl."

“…” The beautiful man who was originally paying attention to the small courtyard suddenly turned his head and looked at him, fixed.