The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Mo Dan didn't understand what pinkeye was.

But as the name suggests.

It's not a good idea after all.

The sharp sword body is surrounded by black energy, which is evil and murderous.

There was a careless smile on Chi Yu's lips from beginning to end, and his eyelids were covered with a bright crimson color. When they drooped slightly, they revealed an astonishing look of coldness and chill.

"Shut up." Pan Shu pursed her lips, her tone unpleasant, "If you say that again, get out of my house."

Pan Shu was always gentle and affectionate in front of these men.

She never seemed angry.

The corners of his mouth were always curved in a perfect and mesmerizing arc.

Chi Yu was stunned.

The next second, his eyes slowly turned red.

Only then did the other men realize that the Pan Shu in front of them was different from the Pan Shu they fell in love with in their memories.

She is cold and unfeeling.

Like the coldest wind in the world.

It scratches you, but refuses to stay for you.

She seems to have loved them, just like Mo Dan. He still thinks that Pan Shu loves him. Otherwise, how could Pan Shu ask for a life and death contract for him, and even be willing to die for him under heaven's punishment?

Isn't this kind of risking one's life considered love?

But when Pan Shu's expression of indifference and even boredom hit him, Mo Dan was stunned and suddenly realized——

Pan Shu's love is shallow and unreliable.

More fragile than anything in this world.

Only Ji Heng was not surprised.

He even raised his eyebrows slowly.

He had grown up with her, and no one knew Pan Shu better than him.

"So..." Ban Shu lowered her eyes, impatiently tapping her red lips with her fingertips, and a shadow of fatigue fell between her brows, "Can you be quiet now?"

Her eyes were cold and emotionless.

She looks at them.

It is no different than looking at a piece of grass or a stone.

Cold and inorganic.

The men's throats seemed to be blocked, and their hearts beat more violently, painfully... and even more uncontrollably.

"Yes."

"You are just a game to me, I'm sorry."

There was no apology in her voice.

It seemed like he was just describing a very common thing.

The next second, Pan Shu's tone was filled with confusion, "What do you want?"

"Besides deceiving your feelings, have I done anything heinous?" She paused for a few seconds strangely, and lightly lifted her red lips, "If it is because of some reason that cannot be forgiven by you, and you still remember it until now, then then I'm sorry again...but other than that-"

"There's really nothing I can do to give you anything more."

No one can refuse the feeling of being loved wholeheartedly by Pan Shu.

Men have experienced this.

So I can’t give it up no matter what.

Asking them to forget Pan Shu is tantamount to tearing out their hearts and gnawing at their flesh and blood until they are completely reduced to a walking corpse, no longer able to think or have thoughts.

The air fell into a desperate silence.

In fact, what happened today was indeed beyond Pan Shu's expectation.

She is annoying.

This is a villa with many rooms, so there is no need to worry about not being able to accommodate them.

Banshu's room is on the third floor.

After finally calming down these men, Pan Shu heard a knock on the door before she could take a breath while lying on the bed.

Pan Shu paused for a few seconds and asked, "Who?"

"Sister, it's me..."

The owner of this voice is Shen Que.

Pan Shu hesitated for a moment, then stood up and opened a crack in the door, but Shen Que had already squeezed in flexibly, and closed and locked the door tightly. In Pan Shu's dull eyes, Shen Que smiled flatteringly.

"Why are you closing the door?" This makes her look guilty!

"I just want to be alone with my sister."

Shen Que pursed his lips in grievance, "It turns out that Sister A is not only good to A Que."

"..."

"Shu Shu, are you there? I want to talk to you."

The man's knocking on the door was very regular, three long and one short, neither urgent nor slow.

Pan Shu opened the cabinet expressionlessly, "Go in and hide."

Shen Que: "I don't."

Other men couldn't tell for sure, but Pan Shu was sure that if Ji Heng found out that Shen Que appeared in her room in the middle of the night, he would definitely find a way to kill Shen Que.

After all, Shen Que was too young and couldn't beat Ji Heng.

Although Shen Que felt aggrieved, he still listened to Pan Shu's words and hid in the closet. Pan Shu turned around to confirm before opening the door, "What's wrong?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I just wanted to come and see you."

Ji Heng put his hand on the crack of the door. A trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, "You won't let me in? Are there other men in the room?"

"how is this possible."

"Then let me in."

Ji Heng laughed warmly, opened the door and walked straight in.

"By the way, don't close the door—"

Before Pan Shu could finish her words, she heard the "click" sound of the lock: "..."

Forget it.

Destroy it.

Ji Heng glanced at the furnishings in the room, his calm eyes paused on the wardrobe for a few seconds, his eyes darkened, and then he looked away as if nothing had happened the next second.

He gently lifted up the hair from Pan Shu's ear, and his voice was filled with tenderness.

"I remember that you used to like to kiss me here."

Ji Heng reached out and tapped a small vermilion mole on his left eyelid.

Stunningly beautiful.

It looks like the most beautiful red plum on top of the snow-capped mountains.

Mentioning the past, Pan Shu's attitude softened slightly, "Well, you were always blushing at that time, and when you were teased, you would become angry and refuse to pay attention to me."

"Not angry."

Ji Heng bent down and hugged her, "It's hard to control my feelings."

"Don't misunderstand me, Shu Shu, in your eyes, am I still Ji Heng?" His lips pressed against the corner of Ban Shu's lips, rubbing them together, and his voice gradually became muffled, "That... makes you miss me so much." Is Ji Heng sleeping?"

Pan Shu said nothing.

She closed her eyes.

A chuckle escaped from Ji Heng's throat. His slender, jade-like hands were filled with coolness as he slowly pressed them against Ban Shu's skin. When he reached an ambiguous forbidden area, Ban Shu held down his hand and spoke loudly. There was a hint of muteness in it, "No, Ji Heng."

Ji Heng glanced at the closet clearly.

He smiled, "Isn't it exciting?"

"It would be exciting to do that kind of thing and be ignored, right? Shushu."

Nothing can be hidden from him.

Pan Shu was helpless, she opened her mouth, Ji Heng's eyes were sharp, and he quickly caught Shen Que's fist. When he faced Shen Que, his eyes were filled with thousand-year-old ice that could not be melted, without any gentleness.

There is only a feeling of desolation.

"So restless." Ji Heng curled his lips badly, "Besides relying on her preference, what else do you have? You are an uncompetitive waste."

Compared with that group of powerful men, Shen Que seemed too weak.

But after all, the young man is the most violent and ruthless emperor in Jixue, and his methods are unpredictable. He smiled instead of getting angry, "This should be what you poor people want most, right? It's a pity..."

Seeing that the two were about to fight.

Pan Shu's eyelids twitched, "Don't fight in my room."

Her decoration is very expensive.

"Sister, could you please open the door?" The boy's voice outside the door was muffled, and it sounded like he was speaking against the door.

Ji Heng and Shen Que looked at Pan Shu at the same time.

Full of oppression.

"Sister, do you want to open the door?" Shen Que tilted his head and said innocently.

Ji Heng chuckled lightly, "I came so late to disturb Shu Shu's sleep. I don't have any good intentions..."

Pan Shu thought of Pei Ji's wet eyes, gritted her teeth and opened the door.

"...I'm sorry, it's hard to comfort him when he cries."