Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  It was windy and cold, and when he walked to the bedroom of the little man in his arms, his trousers were already a little wet.

  It was wet and uncomfortable.

  Eunuch Zheng closed his umbrella and followed.

  Just wanting to wait as usual, but not wanting to, Chu Ling glanced at him, and said softly, "Go down and rest, you don't have to wait alone."

  Eunuch Zheng was taken aback.

  Although he was a little puzzled, as a slave, the most important thing for him to do was to be sensible and obedient instead of asking questions.

  A master will not like a slave who loves to ask questions.

  Eunuch Zheng bowed his head, "Yes, Your Highness."

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  Pushing open the door, a faint fragrance blows from the room of the little man in his arms.

  It seems to be the unique boudoir fragrance of the daughter's family. It is very light and light, not as strong as her fragrance.

  Chu Ling looked down at her.

  In the sleeping hall, it was pitch black at this time, and there were no lights on.

   Push the door and go in, but you can't see your fingers.

  If you are not careful, you will fall easily.

  The boy who was still holding the man in his arms had a calm expression when he entered.

   Just like that, holding her firmly, bypassing the obstacles in the room, and walking to the bed.

  Put her down gently, put the cloak covering her on one side, and undress her.

  Take off the coat, loosen the hair, leaving only the coat.

  In the dark, nothing can be seen clearly, but he does these things in an orderly manner.

   Wipe your face and cover yourself with a quilt.

   After doing this, he looked at her, said nothing, turned around, and was about to leave.

  As it has done several times before.

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   But suddenly she caught him.

   Soft hands, in the dark night, grasp him tightly.

  The person who was about to leave paused.

  I thought she was awake and wanted to say something, but when I looked back, the little girl was still closing her eyes.

   Didn't wake up, just slept a little restlessly.

  As if aware that he was going to leave, she squeezed his hand slightly and tightened it.

   "..." The man who was parked beside the bed turned around and looked down at her.

  The little hand stretched out from under the quilt, grabbing him.

   He tried hard, but only grabbed his two fingers.

  Unintentional retaining actions, but people can't ignore them and pay special attention to them.

  The man who had been patient and good-natured with her, glanced at her hand.

  No sound.

  Bending slightly, he touched her hand, trying to tell her to let go.

"…hug me…"

  The exquisite and beautiful little person, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he murmured.

   "I want to hug..."

  Her subconscious mind could feel him by her side, she just waited and waited, but she couldn't wait for his embrace.

  Obviously before, when he came back, he would immediately hug her.

  Her memory still stays in the life after marrying him in her previous life, and she subconsciously wants to hug him.

  I have to fall asleep.

  Like stickers.

   If you can't wait for a hug, you will make a sound, acting like a baby unconsciously.

   Take the initiative to hug.

  Before the bed, the person who was about to leave raised his eyelashes.

  The eyes are the same color as the night, completely painted.

   The rain was pouring down. At this moment, he was standing by the bed, his grasped hand motionless.

  Thick black eyes, looking at her quietly.

   Unable to see clearly, he slowly leaned over and took a closer look.

  Getting closer, the grasped hand, I don't know when, began to turn against the guest.

"What did you say?"

   An extraordinarily low voice, confiding on her cheek, staring at her, asked.

   As he got closer, his presence became stronger and stronger.

   It almost made people completely lose their last defense.

  The sleeping little man did not answer.

  Hold him directly and hug him hard.