Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 720 Xianggong, mine (46)

  But maybe the servants cleaned it specially. The snow layer in the middle of the road is shallow, like fine fluff growing on the ground.

  Yun Si approached, and wanted to see if it was the place where Rong Li lived.

   But within a few steps, the lights in the house dimmed.

   There is no light, it is pitch black.

  Only the two lanterns at the door were still on, like two loyal guards, motionless.

  Yun Si wanted to knock on the door, but when she saw the light dimmed, she knew that the people inside were probably asleep.

   Not sure if the person inside was her man, Yun Si walked along the eaves to the other side and poked a hole in the paper window.

   She has obviously done this kind of thing too much, she didn't change her face, and even made the hole bigger.

  The sensitive nose moved closer, smelling the breath coming from the house.

   With a "squeak—" the door suddenly opened.

  Yun Si immediately leaned against the wall and remained still.

  The position she is in is right next to the outer wall of the house. When she crouches down, the person who comes out cannot see it.

   As she watched, a figure in a pure white cloak slowly descended the few steps, holding a lantern and an umbrella, and left along the path.

  The hat on the cloak was neatly placed on his back, and the fluff on it was blown by the wind, as if it had melted into one with the falling snow.

  Subtle footsteps stirred the corners of his clothes.

  Jade-like long fingers, quietly holding the handle of the umbrella, it is as pleasing to the eye as a painting, every inch is extremely elegant.

  Yun Si slowly stood up straight.

  He knocked his head on a side corner accidentally, and touched it casually, not caring.

   He stared straight at that beautiful figure, and followed him.

  The small lantern that leads the way, the light can only illuminate the place in front of you.

  The person who walked quietly walked along the path, and on the shallow snow layer, his footprints fell step by step.

  It is windy outside, and there is always a cold wind blowing from time to time, which makes the cold-resistant cedar next to it rustle, and even the snow on it is shaken off.

  Rong Li lowered his eyes and paused slightly.

  Warm white and elegant appearance, like a touch of orchids and lotus in the snow, so beautiful.

  His steps stopped in the snow, his eyelashes were slightly raised, and the lantern in his hand was shaking gently in the wind, the light was hazy.

  He paused for a while, but didn't look back.

  The eyelashes drooped, trembling slightly, extremely safe.

  The road from the study to the bedroom is not too far, just a short walk away.

  He went to the eaves, put down the small lantern, and then slowly put away the umbrella.

  When I looked back inadvertently, there was still an empty space behind me, with nothing but snow.

  He paused for a moment, silent.

   Lowering his eyes, he twitched the corners of his lips, which seemed a little ironic.

   Blow out the candles in the small lantern, and lean the umbrella against the door.

  As usual, he pushed open the door and walked into the dark bedroom.

   When he was about to turn around and close the door, suddenly, a cold and soft hand stretched out from behind.

   covered his lips accurately, and approached with a faint scent of flowers behind him.

   "Don't move! Don't bark!"

  The deliberately lowered female voice has a bit of a man's depth.

  Rong Li's body froze suddenly, and his eyelashes trembled.

  The two hands covering the front tightened slightly, using a little force.

  He was pushed a step forward, and then the door of the room was closed.

   Even the snow and lights outside disappeared together.

  Rong Li looked ahead quietly, it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

  Only the touch on the lips is real, familiar and soft.

  (end of this chapter)