Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

 Hands that were firmly held down tried hard to twist, but they couldn't. Instead, they made her tired.

Panturing slightly, Yun Si opened her lips slightly and looked at the man so close in front of her, starting to feel a little annoyed.

　　He is very fierce, like a kitten trying hard to show off, trying to scare him away with a few scoldings.

 “Get up! Don’t catch me—”

He said nothing, as if he didn't listen to what she said at all. He just touched her face with his cold, biting hands.

 The warmer her face became, the more he seemed fascinated, deeply, fascinated by it.

A touch that is so real that it makes people passionate and crazy, fragrant and soft, so real that it doesn’t look like a dream, but reality.

The man smelling of alcohol, with a pair of gloomy and extremely emotionless dark eyes, just stared at her quietly, inch by inch, his gaze was detailed, hot and wanton.

  Tracing her outline, describing her vivid and lively face, which has haunted people for countless days and nights——

He looked at her for a long time, and finally, as if he was about to break the jar, he bit her viciously.

He didn't know who the person in front of him was, and he couldn't tell whether it was her. He didn't know what was wrong with him or why he couldn't control it at all.

Kissing the girl he thought about day and night, with just a simple touch, the big hand that held her suddenly tightened.

　Gentle, the kiss is gentle, but the movements of the hands are particularly strong, almost irresistible, and increasingly out of control.

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The sound of thin clothes being torn with great force echoed in the dark and silent space.

 The rag fell to the ground, lightly and landed beside the bed, but no one paid attention. “Well—” The girl who was already aggrieved became even more aggrieved now.

 Want to escape, but unable, a person is forced to face the irrational madman.

 clasping her hands and pinching her waist, the gentle gentleman she loved so much in the past was now like an uncontrollable mad dog, doing everything he wanted to do regardless of her begging for mercy.

 Being wanton, crazy, ruthless, and irrational.

 The emotions that have been accumulated and suppressed for a long time, and have not been able to be vented for a long time, are finally vented, only to find that the longing that has never seen the light of day has become almost deformed, twisted, corrupt and ugly.

He missed her so much that he couldn't express it in a normal way.

Silent, quiet, forcing yourself not to say anything, forcing yourself to always maintain a normal and calm appearance. The backlash consequences of such extreme self-instinct suppression are so serious that people cannot imagine how serious they are.

 The effect of alcohol caused his sober side to disappear, leaving only the most real and instinctive appearance.

 Crazy, morbid, like a madman, unable to push away or escape.

I only pity the delicate and limp **** the bed who has no strength to escape. Before her body fully recovers, she is forced to face the consequences head-on. She suffers everything by herself.

She was so wronged that she could explode, but she couldn't escape at all. She couldn't change back to her original form. She could only sob in a low voice and endure it silently.

 She didn’t know day and night, or how much time had passed—in the end, she didn’t even have the strength to cry.

 I was so tired that I fell asleep, with my eyes closed and tears still hanging on my beautiful face.

 The sheets were wet, wet, mixed with her tears, and the cold was getting worse.