The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Jiang Chen had never shown such a gesture in front of her.

Controlling, domineering, even pathological.

The young man bent down, his long eyelashes trembling gently like a butterfly spreading its wings. He kissed Banshu's lips lovingly, "Don't look at me like that, sister."

he sighed:

"Otherwise, I would want to commit a crime."

Pan Shu didn't feel any discomfort. She had seen too many men, so Jiang Chen's behavior was not so unacceptable.

She was locked in the room by Jiang Chen.

This time, Banshu was locked up in a dark room, in a real sense.

Perhaps it was due to the misfortune he encountered when he was young, but the young man always loved to embrace her in a possessive manner, as if he would never let go even if tomorrow was the end of the world.

This might give him a sense of security.

Pan Shu didn't mind comforting him with such a hug.

"Jiang Chen." Ban Shu called him warmly.

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at her, dazed for a moment.

he thinks:

She must not have known how gentle her eyes were, so gentle that they could melt the coldest ice in the polar regions, but her gentleness was even thinner than the ice.It's a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, and it will break when you poke it.

that moment.

Jiang Chen was not so sure for the first time. When he met her, was God showing mercy, or was he going through a desperate catastrophe.

"Huh?" He couldn't help but hug her tightly, feeling the body temperature of the person in his arms.

"You must have had a hard time in the past."

Jiang Zhao rarely talked about that past with others. It was not a suffering worthy of praise, but when she asked him, a certain hardness in her heart that had been built with great difficulty collapsed in an instant.

He didn't know how to describe that ugly and humiliating past to her.

Living like a prisoner.

A life without light.

In fact, Lu Xiyu is right when he says that he is a rat in the gutter.

He will only hide in the corner, looking up at the light that does not belong to him.

But at this moment-

Light fell on his arms.

If it were Jiang Shen when he was young, he would definitely be thinking: Today is such a lucky day!

But for 16-year-old Jiang Chen, all he could think about was keeping her.

"Yeah. So sister, please take pity on Jiang Chen." The young man's voice was clear and calm.

The woman in her arms suddenly opened his eyes and faced him face to face. Her cold fingertips slowly traced his eyebrows and said, "I don't know why, but you probably hate me."

"What?" Jiang Chen was stunned.

"Hate me for not adopting you in the first place, hate me for causing you to experience such cruel and terrible things, hate me for choosing Jiang Zhao again and again, hate me for putting you in danger again and again..." Pan Shu gently curved her lips, Those eyes were like a clear spring, with endless tolerance, "I'm sorry too, so I will never leave you again."

Jiang Chen was stunned by the sudden sweet words.

He didn't understand at this time.

No one except him would trust a promise that is too easy.

Love and hate are conjoined twins.

All the hate in this world exists because of love.

He hated her, but he loved her so violently.

When he loves you so much that he doesn't know what to do, he will think, sister, please allow me to hate you for a second.

After being pleased enough, Jiang Chen began to allow Pan Shu to wander around the community.

Accompanied by him.

Pan Shu doesn't like men who are too controlling. She prefers to control men. However, Nian Zai's tragic experience when he was young, plus he is very well-behaved most of the time, so currently, Pan Shu does not Produce an unpleasant feeling of rejection.

"Sister, it's winter again."

Jiang Chen held Pan Shu's hand, like the most ordinary couple on the road.

It's just that her looks are too good.

Ban Shu raised her head, and a jade-like snowflake swirled and landed on the end of her thin red eyes. It melted into blood on the warm skin and rolled down her cheeks like teardrops.

Jiang Chen felt heartbroken for a moment.

He couldn't catch her.

Even though he has tried his best.

This is the 12th year since Pan Shu came to this world.

She rarely stayed in the mission world for such a long time. The last time she did this was a long, long time ago, in the plane where Ah Que was.

"Sister." The young man bit the tip of his tongue and forced a smile, trying to cover up the strong uneasiness in his heart.

"Ok?"

"It's snowing, let's go back."

"But...it's snowing." Pan Shu paused, "Build me a snowman."

Jiang Chen was slightly startled, and smiled. It was rare for him to be so arrogant, "If my sister wants it, no matter what, Jiang Chen will do it."

He was dressed lightly, a thin fleece sweater, which contrasted perfectly with the white snow in the sky.

The young man squatted on the snow, squeezing the snowballs warmly and earnestly with his red-frozen fingers, his long eyelashes slightly drooped, and the piety in his eyes gave his whole body a soft light.

As he breathed, the shallow white mist melted into water vapor.

The round snowball soon turned into a cute and naive snowman, only as big as the palm of his hand. The boy held it with both hands, grinning widely, and his brows and eyes were full of flamboyant smiles.

"Sister, it's cute, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Pan Shu held back the sweetness in her throat and curled her lips.

Pan Shu stretched out her fingertips and wanted to touch it, but Jiang Chen avoided it, "Sister, Xue Liang, I'll just hold it."

His fingertips were pink.

Being freezing cold.

Pan Shu didn't argue with him, she just laughed softly and said, "Jiang Chen, are you happy?"

The uneasiness in Jiang Chen's heart gradually expanded.

"You are very happy making a snowman, and I am very happy too. Just like you and this world, you can survive in this not-so-perfect, even a little cruel world. It is really a joyful thing."

She paused and continued, "So, in order for me to be happy, how about living like this?"

The boy's chestnut brown curly hair drooped listlessly.

He bent over, resting his delicate pointed chin on Pan Shu's shoulder, and said gloomily, "Why would sister say such things? If there is no sister in this world, Jiang Chen will not be able to survive."

No one can survive without leaving.

Pan Shu smiled lightly, patted the young man's soft broken hair, and said no more words.

Suddenly noticed something.

Pan Shu turned around and faced Jiang Zhao's narrow phoenix eyes.

After not seeing him for a while, he had become horribly thin, but his face was still too delicate and rich.

Obviously, Jiang Chen also discovered him.

Jiang Zhao himself has a strong sense of presence, and few people can ignore his existence.

He was born to be the center of the world.

Dazzling, outstanding, eye-catching.

The so-called proud man of heaven is nothing more than this.

Jiang Chen sighed, "Sister, although I don't mind him very much, he has always been such an eyesore. I can only find a way to make him disappear from our lives."

It was like he was carrying a treasure that everyone coveted.

and so.

All the people who covet the treasure must be dealt with so that no one will compete with him.

"Don't go." Pan Shu held him back.