The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Xunhe let go of her, slowly bent his slender and fragile knuckles like jade chopsticks, and slowly wiped away the crystal on her lips, his movements filled with indescribable ambiguity and tenderness.

"Miss, Xunhe won't cause you any more pain."

Pan Shu was stunned.

Lift your eyes to look at him.

But under the moonlight, the young man was still so cold, independent and lonely, like a cold moon.

His tone was serious.

So much so that Pan Shu's heart shrank subconsciously for a moment.

She pretended to be confused and glared at him with a frown, "What do you mean?"

It was impossible for Xunhe to explain this to her. He bent down and touched his red lips, "Miss, kiss me and I will tell you."

The young man was only half a finger away from her, so close that Pan Shu could kiss his lips just by raising her head.

There was a bottomless whirlpool hidden in his eyes.

Underneath the whirlpool, I don't know whether it is gentleness or another extreme violence.

It seems that the gentleness has reached the extreme, and the young man seems to be a little sick and crazy.

Pan Shu didn't hesitate, raised her arms to wrap her arms around his neck, kissed his lips hard, and finally licked him gently in a comforting way.

Like a kitten.

Xunhe's cold eyes were full of spring for a moment.

"Young lady is so good," he said.

Pan Shu still held his neck with both hands, pressing him down, frowning fiercely, "Go ahead."

"What did you say?" Xunhe deliberately teased her.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Which sentence."

The girl glared at him, "Xunhe, what do you mean, are you trying to trick me?"

"Maybe." Xunhe smiled softly.

He pinched the girl's snow-white and soft cheek, not forcefully, but with an indescribable and heart-stopping tenderness, "I'm too lazy to say."

"Miss, you don't need to know so much."

Pan Shu said "Oh" without interest, "If you don't want to tell me, don't tell me. I don't really want to know anyway."

She turned her head and saw Xunhe smiling at her, and she suddenly became a little annoyed, "Why are you laughing? Is it funny?"

"No."

Xunhe just felt that at this moment, she was so alive and beautiful.

She is no longer the naive and ignorant lady in the game copy.

Rather, herself.

Xunhe wants her to be herself.

That's fine.

"Miss, do you have a name?" Xunhe suddenly asked, afraid that she wouldn't understand, so he explained, "Just like Eros is called Eros, and my name is Xunhe, it's a name like this."

"I do not know."

The girl lowered her head and clutched the corners of the quilt, and said in a low voice, "No one has ever called my name."

Xunhe was startled, his heart aching.

He was quiet for two seconds and only said, "You will know."

The clouds completely obscured the bright full moon, and the light in the room dimmed instantly. Xunhe opened the door and stood at the door with his back to the light, "Miss."

Pan Shu raised her head, "Huh?"

"Good night." Xunhe smiled.

"Oh, good night."

The door was locked with a click.

Pan Shu suddenly saw a young man leaning on the window sill with a card hanging from his fingertips.

The posture is lazy and uninhibited.

Under the dim moonlight, the complex and magnificent patterns on the cards can be vaguely seen, like some ancient chanting spell.

The boy calmly folded the card in half and threw it out of the window.

The next second, the card turned into powder in the wind and disappeared completely.

Pan Shu asked curiously, "What is that?"

Chu Song paused, then raised his lips with a half-smile, "Why should I tell you."

Pan Shu didn't press for an answer. She asked, "How did you get in? I didn't notice you." Not even Xunhe did.

I guess that card is a system prop, probably used to hide the aura or something like that?

The young man's bright red lips curled up in an inconspicuous arc like an evil ghost, and the emotion in his eyes grew colder, "He kissed you."

"Xunhe? Yes."

Pan Shu admitted it openly, as if she didn't think it was something unspeakable at all.

She sighed, "You two stayed up most of the night and went crazy in my room. Am I too good-tempered? You are not afraid of me."

"Yeah," Chu Song sneered, "I also want to figure out why I'm crazy."

"We should really call Xunhe over," he said.

"Why did you call him here?" Pan Shu asked.

The boy stared at her slightly swollen red lips with a half-smile for a long time, grinding his teeth in displeasure, "Let him watch me kiss you."

"Why should I just watch?"

"Oh."

Chu Song was unhappy.

He leaned lazily on the windowsill and stared at her quietly.

His slender white fingertips casually brushed off the dewdrops on the rose leaves, and gently twisted the wet fingertips. Even such a simple action had a seductive feel to it.

Chu Song saw Xunhe coming in, so he followed him in.

He saw how Xunhe struggled and how he gave up.

The night light was dim, and the young man lowered his eyes. The emotions in his eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

and so.

Things that Xunhe failed to accomplish.

Is he going to keep doing it?

Chu Song asked himself this, and the sharp thorns on the rose branches suddenly pierced the pulp of his finger, and the blood drops rolled down on the delicate petals, making it even more gorgeous.

Even this little rose knows how to protect the Lord.

Chu Song curled his lips.

Forget it.

He couldn't lose to Xun He.

We can't let him be the bad guy.

Otherwise, this vengeful eldest lady would only hate him, and that would be a big thank you to him.

"What's the matter with you? I'm sleepy." Pan Shu frowned and said impatiently.

Chu Song walked to the bedside in three steps and two steps at a time. He bent down, with a faint smile in his voice and a hint of unnoticeable grievance, "Is it difficult for a young lady to be devoted to you?"

It's hard.

A scumbag is required to be single-minded.

Isn't this a hooligan?

Pan Shu thought to herself, blinking innocently, "What does single-mindedness mean?"

"Only one man is allowed to kiss you." Chu Song said in a seductive voice, "Only smile at one man, and only do happy things with one man."

Pan Shu slowly raised her hand to tuck the loose hair on her cheek behind her ear, her charming brows showing a lazy charm, "But if I am single-minded, that man will definitely not be you."

"But think about it, if I wasn't dedicated, you could still stand in front of me and say these things to me. If I were dedicated, you wouldn't even have a chance to stand in front of me."

For a moment, Chu Song was convinced by her fallacy.

The boy shrugged lazily, "How do you know that man won't be me."

Pan Shu curled her lower lip, "You are not worthy of me."