Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Chapter 2995: Forced Marriage (43)

  Chapter 2995 Forced marriage (43)

  Usually because of the height difference, he can always touch her, but she can't touch him.

   It's a rare opportunity now, she touches it maliciously, her movements are a little childish.

   She was playing, and the man holding her closed his eyes half-closed, but didn't say anything.

  It wasn't until he hugged her for a long time and she played with her for a long time that he said slowly, "Si Si, do you like me?"

   "...Huh? I like it."

  Her voice was taken for granted, it was a little loud, but fortunately she reacted quickly and covered her mouth.

   "Yes, I like it." The little girl's soft voice leaked from between her fingers.

  The big hand that fell on her waist moved.

  Slowly, from top to bottom, the palm with calluses all the year round, stroking her through the thin soft cloth.

   Gently.

  The extraordinarily warm temperature penetrated through the extra thin layer of clothes.

   "If you like it, then Si Si is also willing to stay with me, isn't it?"

   "..." She covered her mouth, only showing her beautiful and fair eyebrows, looked at him, thought for a while, then nodded, "En."

  Affirmative answers are not hard to come by.

  Pei Ting smelled the fragrance sticking to her body, breathed slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your father doesn't like me, do you like me too?"

  She froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered what her father had said to him a while ago.

  He is a treacherous official, in her father's mouth, he is a beast, a rebellious existence.

   It's really annoying, even to the point of hating it.

  She was silent for a while, slowly lowered her hand, and said softly, "It's just that the positions are different."

  She said: "You have different positions and different starting points, which is why you are like this."

   "My father has my father's insistence, and you also have your choice. It is understandable that he hates you."

   "It's just..." She poked him, "He is him, I am me, he doesn't like you, what does it have to do with me liking you?"

   "What? Is my brother afraid that I will hate you?"

   "..." He didn't answer, but just hugged her more tightly.

  Hiding his face, he was speechless.

   "Brother, don't worry," she, who rarely took the initiative, smiled and patted his head, "As long as my brother doesn't lose his temper, it will be fine."

   "My brother is obedient, so I naturally like it."

   "..." He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes darkened.

  The seemingly docile boa constrictor, for a moment, Snake Xinzi swept away with cold eyes.

   "Good brother."

  The little man who looked like a little adult was still teasing him maliciously.

  He was quiet and said nothing.

  …

  …

  …

  Since confirming her answer, Pei Tingwen has made more and more night visits.

   Gradually, it would come once every three or four days from time to time at the beginning, and later—it would come almost every night.

  Obviously, Pei's house is located on the east side of the city, while Yun's house is located on the west side of the city, the distance between the two is not close at all.

   But fortunately, the prison mansion is very close, and it is very close to Yun's house—just two or three streets away.

  Pei Tingwen often changed into simple clothes after finishing his official duties, trial of cases, and bathing in the Prison Mansion.

  No matter it is windy, rainy, or frosty in autumn, he never falls for a day.

   Once you come, the time you stay is getting longer and longer.

  It was just the beginning, and it was only for a while, a quarter of an hour or two quarters of an hour.

   But later, gradually, he could stay in her room until late at night, and sometimes he would even wait until she fell asleep before leaving.

  When she fell asleep, he would stay beside her bed and watch her for a long time.

  While watching, sometimes muttering to himself.

   Self-talk is vague, the voice is extremely low, and I don't know what I'm talking about.

  The big hand held her immature little hand, playing with it from time to time.

  (end of this chapter)