Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 747 Xianggong, mine (73)

   As soon as he looked into his eyes again, he saw her squatting in front of him.

  Those peach blossom eyes full of concern were so clear that they could almost completely reflect his distressed appearance.

  It was so beautiful, it was as gentle as pouring a bucket of oil on his body, and in an instant, the suppressed temperature on his body began to rise crazily.

  His reason collapsed in an instant, and his consciousness was hazy, leaving only the instinct to seek coolness.

   "Help me." He said then.

  Because at that time, his throat seemed to be burning up.

   Or rather, his whole body seemed to be on fire.

  Mania and the desire to vent, crushed his last bit of reason like a mountain.

   At that time, the idea of ​​still wanting to resist flashed through his mind.

  But soon, she carried him on her back, and the cool temperature came from her body.

   There was a vague fragrance of flowers, like a fairy with spiritual consciousness, through his nose, it penetrated deeply into his body.

  The taste, like poppy, makes people addicted to the extreme.

  His body was shaking, shaking uncontrollably.

   Not because of fear, nor because of anger, but because...he has been stimulated to the extreme.

  So, the little bit of clarity left in my mind has already been useless.

  His body softened completely, following his instinct, he chose to break the jar.

   The person who took him away, he didn't even have time to take a closer look at her appearance.

   While my mind was clouded, I only remembered her beautiful peach eyes mixed with caring.

  So soft, brighter than the vast starry sky in the sky.

  The things after that are also what she saw.

   Between two people, something like that happened.

  In fact, in the second half of the night, his sanity was gradually recovering.

  He saw her appearance clearly, she was too gorgeous and charming, as beautiful as a rose proudly blooming under the sunset.

   Clinging to him, the porcelain-white shoulder was dazzlingly white.

  He could have pushed her away, but...

   At that time, he didn't know what was the reason for it. He rolled over with dark eyes.

  Turned against the customer and vented everything on her.

  With his lips and teeth blending, he held her hand firmly, not allowing her to struggle.

   Hard and heavy, more intense than the first half of the night.

  Her pair of extremely charming peach blossom eyes are half closed, and the rippling water in them glistens like tears.

  He kissed the corners of her eyes, seeing that her eyes were already distracted, and he didn't even have the energy to moan.

  What was his psychology at the time?

  Rong Li looked at the woman in his arms with a calm expression.

  He was thinking at the time that what the ancients said—to die under the peony flower, to be a ghost is also to be romantic—this sentence was actually true.

   The ultimate happiness has reached an unprecedented height.

  He never thought that the body could be so happy and comfortable.

  Maybe it was because of the medicine, or maybe it was because of something else. At that time, he already wanted to melt into her body completely.

  Even, it was worth dying on her body.

   Such a thought flashed by, and then was infinitely magnified.

  Finally, at dawn, he hugged her and fell into a deep sleep.

  Even though the air is full of ambiguous smells, there is no need to care about it anymore.

  Probably, it was finally broken.

   "Si Si."

  The little goblin who dozed off slightly moved her eyeballs, and let out a lazy hum from her nasal voice.

  (end of this chapter)