The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

White waves lap on the sandy shore.

Gradually submerged shells on the beach.

There was a white European-style square table on the beach, with white candle-shaped incense placed on the table. Pan Shu chuckled, "Is this a date?"

Ning Yan was also very depressed, "This was done by the program team, it's very tacky."

Not worthy of Pan Shu at all.

"It's a bit earthy." Pan Shu nodded in agreement, sat on the chair, her fingertips touched the red wine bottle and was about to pick it up, when Ning Yan stopped her.

"Don't you forget to drink?" Ning Yan moved the red wine in front of her and poured her a glass of juice, "Drink this."

Pan Shu didn't care, "Oh."

After a few seconds of silence, Ning Yan slowly said, "Will you choose me in the end?"

Pan Shu's delicate fingertips were slightly bent, and she tapped the wall of the cup slowly. Her snow-white face, which had always been pure and weak, now showed a bit of shocking beauty.It seems that nothing can enter her heart.

"This is not something I can decide. Ning Yan."

Ning Yan frowned, "What does this mean?"

Because Ning Yan’s strategy value is already full.

If at the end of the day, the mission target's strategy value is not full, she doesn't mind choosing the person whose strategy value is not full to make him happy, and maybe it will be full.

But Pan Shu felt.

She will choose Ning Yan.

Regardless of the final outcome, she will choose him.

"Ning Yan, you are very good." Pan Shu looked at him seriously, "Even if I don't choose you, don't be sad, okay?"

Ning Yan's heart sank heavily, and he said expressionlessly, "I will die of sadness."

"You really don't care about me at all." The young man's voice was full of unspeakable frustration and pleading, "Panshu, am I really bad, that's why you don't like me at all?"

She doesn't like him at all.

Ning Yan drooped her thin white eyelids, her thick and long eyelashes cast a shadow on her lower eyelids, her thin lips pursed slightly, and her face turned pale.

The thought of the possibility that she wouldn't choose him.

He was going to be heartbroken.

"But the program team stipulates that you cannot reveal who you want to choose in advance." Pan Shu poked the pudding slowly, "Ning Yan, you are thinking too much."

"Then do you like me or not."

"like."

The girl answered simply.

Ning Yan pursed her lips, but the curve of her lips still revealed a bit of his joyful mood.

He threatened fiercely, "Panshu, you'd better remember what you said."

"I know." Pan Shu responded nonchalantly.

Ning Yan is always vicious and she is not afraid of him at all.

The sun was gradually setting, and the program team said that they had a whole day of dating, and Ning Yan didn't want to just let Ban Shu go back to the camp.After all, there are four other annoying men in the camp who have no good intentions towards Pan Shu.

Yan Chuan hasn't left yet.

Ning Yan is really annoyed.

Don’t these people have anything to do of their own all day long?

"Carry me." Pan Shu stretched out her hands.

Before she even finished speaking, the boy squatted down and carried her on his back. His hot hands pressed against the white and tender thigh flesh through the thin layer of fabric of the skirt, making Pan Shu feel a little uncomfortable in a rare way.

She poked Ning Yan on the back, "Why are you so straightforward this time?"

"I want to add some performance points."

"Oh."

"So you must choose me in the end." Ning Yan was chattering non-stop.

Pan Shu was annoyed by this and simply covered his lips. The boy's lips subconsciously opened a slight gap, and his moist and soft tongue licked the palm of her hand, causing a tremor like an electric shock.

Pan Shu paused and became a little angry, "Ning Yan, you are shameless."

Ning Yan's face was hot, and he hesitated for a long time, "...I didn't know."

Well.

Her hands are so soft and smell so good.

I really want to post it.

Ning Yan couldn't help but think, she really wanted to get closer, even closer.

want to kiss her.

think……

Ning Yan has lived for 18 years, and for the first time, she feels that she is actually a pervert.

The young man's back was warm and strong, and each vertebrae protruded slightly, poking Pan Shu's body. However, because it was wrapped with a layer of skin and flesh, and the young man had a fitness habit, it was not intrusive.

He has a faint fragrance of white camellia.

The flower language of white camellia——

You cannot despise my love.

Pan Shu thought of Pei Ji again, "Qiqi, what happened to Pei Ji?"

"Dead." The system's voice was calm and without any fluctuation, "Died on a blizzard day with broken faith."

Pei lived in hopeless waiting.

Dies the day he finally accepts that he will never find his sister again.

All the long-held beliefs collapsed, and the whole person fell into a desperate situation of darkness and silence.It can be said that he died in his almost crazy love for Pan Shu.

If he hadn't enjoyed it so much, he might have survived.

Even the system feels a little sorry.

Pan Shu was stunned for a moment.

Noticing the hot wetness coming from her neck, Ning Yan paused in her steps and said with a little more panic in her voice, "Are you crying? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

Seeing that Panshu remained silent, the young man continued to speak incoherently, "I won't force you anymore. Don't cry. Even if you don't choose me... I won't be sad, okay? Although I will definitely be sad, but you, don't be sad first." Cry..."

Pan Shu raised her hand to touch the tears on her face.

She cried...?

It's obviously been so long.

But it seemed like not long ago that the young man with grandma's gray hair tilted his head and called her "sister" coquettishly.

Ning Yan put her down and curled her fingertips slightly to wipe the tears from the corners of Ban Shu's eyes. He asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

"I put pressure on you, didn't I?"

he thinks.

Maybe Ning Yan still hasn't learned how to like someone.

Therefore, the young man helplessly wiped the tears on her face, but his eyes turned red, "Sorry, sorry, I'm really an asshole. It's terrible to be liked by someone like me."

Ning Yan is flamboyant and wanton, and is known by others as the most powerful and arrogant prince in Beijing circles.

But Ning Yan was in front of Pan Shu.

You will feel inferior to yourself, you will hate yourself, you will give up on yourself.

He has tried very hard to restrain himself, but is it still not enough?

"Why are you crying?" Pan Shu reached out and touched the young man's peach-colored eyes, and the young man unconsciously rubbed her fingertips gently, carefully restraining the sharp thorns on his body for fear of hurting her.

"Because you are sad, Ning Yan will also be sad."

Pan Shu smiled, "You look a bit like a puppy."

A puppy is a puppy.

Ning Yan thought that the only person she could like was a good puppy.

The young man bent down, picked up Ban Shu again, and slowly straightened his back, "Banshu."

"Ok?"

"Which puppy were you crying for just now?"