The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

The moonlight shines on the boy through the blinds.

Jiang Chen lowered his gloomy almond eyes, "If sister doesn't come back, Jiang Chen will be angry..."

On the table are delicate dishes that have long since cooled.

Buy strawberry milk.

Is it just an excuse to abandon Jiang Chen?

……

Jiang Zhao actually had such thoughts about her.

Shocked?

Not at all, it seems.

There are obviously signs early on.

After adolescence, he didn't like to call her sister. He always looked at her deeply with dark eyes, and he always asked her if she was in love.

"No brother would miss his sister like this." Jiang Zhao's deep voice contained a faint smile, like an elegant and noble nobleman in the Middle Ages, but he clearly had the violent genes of a vampire buried in his body, "Would want to think of his sister?" My sister is under me..."

"Tossing and turning..."

The last word was crude and direct.

"Sister..." The young man stroked her hair gently and reliantly, "We are the closest people in the world."

Pan Shu raised her slender neck impatiently.

A gasp escaped from his lips, "Jiang Zhao, no, you can't do this."

"Don't reject me, sister."

Jiang Zhao leaned over and sucked Ban Shu's soft lips, forcefully prying her teeth open. Between his lips and teeth, he whispered, "You never want to know what a driven lunatic will do... ...be good, okay?"

The strong cedar scent from the young man's body surrounded Pan Shu tightly.

The delicate kiss contained a shocking paranoia and pathology.

There were deep red marks left on Pan Shu's body.

Like red plum blossoms blooming on the snow.

Fragrant and gorgeous.

There was a "bang", and the door covered with bronze patterns behind him was kicked open hard, and it crashed to the ground, bringing up dust all over the ground.

In the thick white gray smoke, there is a pair of slender legs wrapped in suit pants.

Further up, there was Lu Xiyu's cold phoenix eyes that hinted at contempt and ridicule.

The four bodyguards following him quickly controlled Jiang Zhao.

The leather shoes made a dull sound on the cold floor. He leaned over and covered Pan Shu's red-scarred body with the suit on his shoulders. His slender arms hugged her tightly without hesitation. Banshu.

"I'm late, sorry."

Lu Xiyu patted Pan Shu's back gently as if comforting a child.

Pan Shu closed her eyelids tiredly and shook her head slowly.

The corners of the man's mouth curved in a gentle and graceful way, but the smile did not reach his eyes. He looked down at the struggling young man and sneered, "You can touch her even if she has a dog bone?"

The wound on Jiang Zhao's forehead that had scabbed for a while reopened.

Bleeding.

The scarlet blood wetted his clothes and clung to his body, as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.

Lu Xiyu clicked his tongue.

snapped his fingers.

The fists of the four bodyguards fell mercilessly on the young man's thin and pitiful body.

I don't know how long it took.

The young man fell to the ground dying, covered in blood and breathing weakly. Only his pair of dark eyes full of vitality were still stubbornly looking at Pan Shu quietly.

"……elder sister."

He moved his lips with difficulty, "Jiang Zhao is right."

He loves her so much.

What can go wrong with love?

As Lu Xiyu said, he is a hard dog to chew. With hard bones, his life is also hard.

He's just so sickly in love with his sister.

The snow-white wool blanket was stained with blood, just like the boy's scarred and thin body.

"enough."

Ban Shu raised her hand and held Lu Xiyu's arm, "That's it. Send me back."

"You are soft-hearted." Lu Xiyu gently pushed the hair beside Ban Shu's cheek behind her ear. He leaned forward and kissed Ban Shu's ear with his warm lips, "Why don't you be a little soft-hearted to me."

"The ones you raised since childhood are different?"

Pan Shu tilted her head and couldn't help but look back. The cold moonlight shone on the boy's wound, like a rotten rose, giving it a withered beauty.

When the skin is too strong, it seems that no matter what happens, it will not be embarrassed.

No matter he is bright or in trouble, he is always noble.

Jiang Zhao's dark pupils stared closely at Pan Shu with paranoia and morbidity.

Pan Shu's heart trembled.

There is an indescribable weird feeling.

Everything in front of her eyes seemed to be covered with a hazy veil. Whenever she wanted to get a glimpse of the truth, a thick white mist appeared again, making it difficult for her to see the way forward.

Lu Xiyu sent Pan Shu downstairs in the community and warned her uneasily, "Jiang Chen may not be a good person. The blood of these two brothers is crazy in their bones. If you notice something is wrong, call me."

"Lu Xiyu, it's just a coincidence that you showed up."

Ban Shu curled her lower lip with a smile, and her porcelain white face contained emotions that Lu Xiyu couldn't understand.

He admitted bluntly, "I did spy on you."

"Shu Shu, you know, I'm not a good person either." He leaned over and kissed Ban Shu's red lips obsessively, "Eight years ago, you should have known, good night."

Pan Shu returned home, opened the door, and found that the lights in the living room were not turned on, the curtains were tightly closed, and it was pitch black.

Not a bit of moonlight can get through.

There was a pair of eyes staring at her vaguely in the darkness.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Pan Shu asked.

The young man appeared behind her at some point, gently wrapped his hands around Pan Shu's slender and soft waist, and buried his head in Pan Shu's neck. His voice was filled with a strange gloom, "Don't you know, sister... for a blind man?" Lamps are the most useless of ornaments."

"Let go of me first." Pan Shu felt like she was wrapped by a cold poisonous snake, "I feel a little uncomfortable."

She suddenly paused in her voice and said, "You saw it."

"You can see it, right?"

"Sister is so smart."

The young man twitched the tip of his nose, like a loyal puppy sniffing out whether his master was tainted with the scent of others of the same kind, which would make him extremely jealous and sad.

Jiang Chen said regretfully, "My sister smells like other bad men."

With a "pop" sound, the boy pressed the switch that controlled the light.

The sudden dazzling light made Pan Shu close her eyes subconsciously.

The young man's slender fingers lifted off her suit, revealing the ambiguous red marks underneath. He took a breath, and dense and obscure emotions welled up in his dark eyes.

"What is this, sister."

The cold fingertips pressed the red mark on the collarbone, "Is it a hickey? Who did it?"

"..."

Seeing that Ban Shu was silent, Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows. His eyebrows were not as thick as Jiang Zhao's, but light gray, like a graceful spring in the south of the Yangtze River or a curved willow leaf.

Without a hint of aggression.

"Let me guess, is it my damn brother... or that annoying man?" His fingertips sank into the warm and jade-like skin, "Or are they both?"

"Jiang Chen..."

"Sister." The young man nuzzled her affectionately, like a pure and happy puppy, "Sister, can you stay with Jiang Chen like this for the rest of your life?"

"Without sister, Jiang Chen would die."