Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 737 Xianggong, mine (63)

  She slowly withdrew her hand, and then turned over as well.

  The two turned their backs to each other, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.

  Yun Si closed her eyes, tucked in the quilt, and fell asleep.

   It's starting to get angry with him.

   After all, no one can endure that kind of inexplicable cold violence.

  It is already late at night, when everything is still.

  The drowsy person quickly fell asleep again, leaving the sleepless person, motionless, looking straight ahead.

  The even breathing sound came from behind. Although it was very soft, he could always distinguish it immediately.

  He turned around slowly, fixedly staring at Yun Si whose back was facing him, there was a wide gap between the two of them.

  In the past, the two of them always hugged each other and covered the blanket to keep them warm.

  But tonight, it was the first time that the two of them were so far apart.

  The cold Master Tai Tuo must have watched for a few seconds.

   Immediately, he stuck it up, and held her in his arms as always.

  The tall bridge of the nose rubbed against her cheeks, she closed her eyes, and deeply inhaled the unique fragrance of flowers on her body.

  Like a perverted idiot, he kissed and hugged her.

  If it wasn't for the fear of waking her up, I'm afraid his actions would be even more presumptuous.

   "Mrs. My Lady"

  He muttered softly, as if filled with gravel, his voice was very sandy.

  He hugged her tightly, trying to use force, but restrained his strength very much.

  Don't dare to wake her up, afraid she will see this side of him.

  He is such an arrogant person, how could he allow her to discover his fanaticism.

  Warm lips covered her ears, pecking gently, carefully, as if treating some porcelain doll.

  Powerful rationality controls him, keeping him from losing his composure.

  Never let her find out that she was in such a passive position.

  From the beginning, after she left, he realized that he had become weak in this relationship.

   All along, he has been passive, passively accepting her, passively doing things he has never done.

  He admits that he enjoyed it, a little bit of the sinking.

  But he never thought that after she left, he would miss her so crazily.

  I think that my heart is empty every day, and I go crazy trying to find something to fill it.

  Without her, he began to not know how to live, how to adapt to being alone again.

  The life of that person in the past seems to have become so far away that his memory has faded away.

   Only the image of the two of them together remained in his mind, and only the excitement she brought to him remained.

  He began to panic, at a loss, and frantically wanted to find her.

   But, he couldn't find it.

  She left completely, leaving only those things to him.

  The rest, clothes that can carry her smell, towels, nothing.

  He couldn't even find a spiritual comfort.

  Every night, he sat alone on the bed he and she had slept in, sitting all night long until dawn.

  Countless times, he was thinking that he was finished.

  In this relationship that he didn't want to start, he was the first to be emotional and the first to be inseparable.

  She can shake her **** and walk away cleanly, but he can't.

  He misses her. Wants her back.

  His heart was empty, so empty that he felt a dull pain in his heart every day.

  The more it hurts, the more he guards the door of the inn every day, waiting for her.

  It's ridiculous to say, but he was really like a dog waiting for his master to come home.

  (end of this chapter)