The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

"Ji Heng..."

She leaned on the man's broad and strong shoulders, the tip of her nose suddenly felt sour, and her tears kept falling.

His clothes were wet with tears.

Fu Cen slowly put his hand on the back of her head, stroking it gently.

Just like before.

This is his little girl.

Fu Cen's expression softened little by little.

Pan Shu has never had any major emotional ups and downs. Even in front of Ji Heng, it is no different from that in front of other men——

Playing with emotions wantonly.

Passionate and unfeeling.

She is really a wicked and selfish bad woman.

But Ji Heng is different.

The men around Pan Shu came and went, never the same, but Ji Heng, from childhood to adolescence, always left a position for Ji Heng beside Pan Shu that no one could replace.

It can be said that she was brought up by Ji Heng.

Ji Heng is not much older than her.

But many truths were taught to her gently and patiently by Ji Heng, who held her hand and walked slowly on the path home, blowing the evening breeze of summer night.

pity.

Ji Heng failed to teach her to be single-minded in her feelings.

She still grew crooked.

Pan Shu was afraid that her relationship with Ji Heng would change, so the boyfriends around her changed again and again, but she never had an idea for Ji Heng.

Ji Heng is a gentleman, an elegant and noble young genius praised by the upper class.

But Pan Shu didn't know.

This young man with a long body and a handsome body has already been trapped in jail and burned with jealousy.

There was a new face next to Pan Shu, and everyone was already familiar with it, but the shy and beautiful young man was Ji Heng's cousin.

Ji Heng drank a lot that night.

On the way to send Banshu back to the villa, Ji Heng asked her——

Why can everyone do it but not him?

Pan Shu was silent.

Then they had drunken sex.

Rather than saying it was drunken sex, it was more of a deliberate connivance and a long-planned plan.

After that night.

Her relationship with Ji Heng fell into an awkward and delicate situation.

Ji Heng never restrained her.

slowly.Pan Shu began to change boyfriends frequently again.

She is playful and crazy.

Ji Heng can't control her.

All his will has already sunk in love.

But his desire to monopolize Panshu never died, and Ji Heng forced himself into a certain death situation.

——The game is not over yet.

he thinks.

He will be the final winner.

"..."

Another long time passed.

Panshu's mood returned to calm, but what followed was the lingering questions that lingered in her mind for a long time.

Why is Ji Heng still alive?

Still appearing in front of her, in this mission world?Is it really such a coincidence?

"You..." Pan Shu opened her mouth.

Ji Heng curled his lips slightly, "Don't think so much. No matter what I do, my ultimate goal will not be to hurt you."

But -

got you.

My dear love.

Broken jade rustled, and the snow fell even harder.

"Ji Heng, after knowing you for so many years, I realized," Pan Shu curled her lips, "I have never really seen you clearly."

Ji Heng's heart ached slightly.

She loves the new and hates the old.

Seen clearly by her.

It means being abandoned.

Ji Heng sometimes wished that he was not so clear about her nature, which was better than suffering in secret.

He could also deceive himself and others, thinking that she had loved him just like the men she had abandoned.

She is a happy lover.

But she never loved him.

Ji Heng taught Pan Shu many things, but what he learned from her was heartbreaking pain.

——Love can be a disguise or a lie.

——She is cold and terrible.

"Can't you see clearly..." Ji Heng answered her question again, "Ji Heng in front of you is all real."

He has many calculations.

But never lie to her.

The snow slowly stopped, Ji Heng stepped on the soft and heavy snow and left. A very beautiful red plum blossomed around the window and bloomed in front of Ban Shu's eyes.

Pan Shu looked at it for a long time and suddenly felt a little cold. She was still wearing the black woolen coat that Ji Heng had just taken off and gave to her.

She closed the window, turned around, and was slightly startled, "When did you come?"

Wen Yao sat on the chair with his long legs crossed, his chin slightly raised, his expression indifferent and cool.

He turned the lighter, and the lighter's grinding wheel made a light scraping sound. The man tilted his head and looked at her with an unclear look, "It's been a long time coming."

Pan Shu slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, her cold-blue hands slightly tightening her coat.

Subconsciously, I was wondering how much Wen Yao had heard.

Wen Yao handed her the scalding hot water bottle in his arms, "Oh, it's so cold after talking to other men for so long, and you feel so cold in front of me in such a short time? Pan Shu, how unwelcome are you? I?"

Oh.

He must have heard it all.

Pan Shu guessed.

At this time, Wen Yao could no longer see any shadow of the gentleness and considerateness he had before.

He seemed to be in a hurry.

Pan Shu reminded herself to be careful.

Because Wen Yao may die.He's that kind of person.

Pan Shu didn't know why she was so sure.

It seems that I have experienced it.

"Who is that man? Your lover? Why didn't I know when you two hooked up?"

"Wen Yao, you control too much."

Wen Yao was stunned for a moment, then sneered. He gritted his teeth and said, "Banshu, why the hell can't your heart warm up?"

"It's been ten years, and I haven't left any trace in your heart?" He sobbed in pain like a trapped animal, and the tiny light in his eyes dimmed.

Pan Shu said lightly, "You are too extreme."

Wen Yao's voice gradually became less sharp. He lowered his head and gradually surrendered, "I'm sorry... I'm in a bad mood..."

Pan Shu narrowed her eyes. She connected all the events during this period. From Jiang Gai to Fu Cen, Wen Yao always showed no surprise.

It was as if everything was expected by him.

"I had a dream last night..." She seemed to be chatting, her fingertips carelessly poked the soft hot water bottle, and the warmth spread from her fingertips to her heart, "I died."

Wen Yao's fingertips froze.

"There is blood everywhere, even in the bathroom. I committed suicide...but why did I commit suicide..."

"Someone forced me."

"Forcing me to love him like a madman, I was imprisoned."

Her tone was light and airy.

But it was so heavy that Wen Yao couldn't breathe.

Pan Shu took in all the man's reactions and smiled, "Of course it's just a dream."

After Wen Yao's initial surprise, he showed no other emotions.

But he was restless.

Such as the crushed cigarette in his hand.

Pale complexion, trembling fingertips.

Look, this is all information.

Pan Shu was even more convinced that she had forgotten something.

If she really died...

But she is staying in this world well now, which means... the mission has been restarted?

Is this the second week?

She pinched her fingertips, and the slight pain slowly made her wake up. What happened that week to make her want to die?

She is a life-loving person.