There were some strands of hair on his forehead, which were swept to his temples by the boy.

With a clear jawline, a slightly straight nose, slightly upturned eyes, red lips and white teeth, and delicate eyebrows and eyes, he doesn't look like a criminal at all.

"Miss Ning, do you have time to chat with me alone?"

Shen Jingwen's expression was slightly cold, but his tone did not sound like he was discussing with Ning Wan.

It’s a pity that his childish face reduced the sharpness in his eyes, making him look just a little more stable, nothing more.

Shen Jingwen's gaze fell on Ning Wan in the pavilion. Thinking of the useful information he had learned in the past few days, he secretly made a plan in his mind.

One last try.

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Shen Jingwen deeply believed that he was possessed by an evil spirit when he saved Ning Wan not long ago, otherwise why would he suddenly become unable to move after seeing her faint?

He is not a gentleman, nor does he have the warm heart of a knight, so naturally he cannot learn to be helpful. Even his subconscious thought is to leave the crime scene.

But he still couldn't move his legs!

The pitiful words "Save me" kept ringing in my ears.

He couldn't help but stare at the face, wondering if it was because of this face that he couldn't bear to leave that this strange feeling occurred.

He didn't know how long he had been looking at her, but when he came to his senses, he had already uncontrollably held the person in his arms and was even rushing up the mountain step by step.

He wanted to let the person go, but the pair of hands that seemed to have no strength but were tightly holding his neck were like a plaster on East Second Street, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter how hard he tried.