Moonlight shone through the blinds onto the boy.

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

On the table were the exquisite dishes that had already cooled.

Buy strawberry milk.

Is it just an excuse to abandon Jiang Chen?

…

Jiang Zhao actually had such thoughts about her.

Are you shocked?

It seems not at all.

There were obviously signs a long time ago.

Since puberty, he didn't like calling her sister. He always looked at her deeply with his dark eyes and always asked her if she was in a relationship.

"No brother would think of his sister like this." Jiang Zhao's low voice contained a faint chuckle, like an elegant and noble nobleman from the Middle Ages, but he clearly had the violent gene of a vampire buried in his body. "He would want to hold his sister under him..."

"Tossing and turning..."

The last word was rough and direct.

"Sister..." The boy stroked her hair gently and dependently, "We are the closest people in the world."

Pan Shu raised her slender neck impatiently.

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

"Don't reject me, sister."

Jiang Zhao leaned over and sucked on Pan Shu's soft lips, forcefully prying open her teeth. Between her lips and teeth, he whispered, "You'll never want to know what a desperate madman will do... Be good, okay?"

The strong cedar scent on the boy's body surrounded Panshu tightly.

The delicate kiss contained frightening paranoia and morbidity.

Leaving deep red marks on Panshu's body.

Like a red plum bud blooming on the snow.

Fragrant and gorgeous.

With a "bang", the door behind him, which was covered with bronze patterns, was kicked open and fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

Amidst the thick white smoke, there was a pair of slender legs wrapped in suit pants.

Further up, there were Lu Xiyu's cold phoenix eyes that contained contempt and mockery.

The four bodyguards following behind him quickly controlled Jiang Zhao.

His leather shoes made a dull "clacking" sound on the cold floor. He leaned over and covered Ban Shu's body, which was covered with red marks, with the suit draped over his shoulders. His slender arms hugged Ban Shu tightly without any hesitation.

"I'm late, sorry."

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

Ban Shu closed her eyes tiredly and shook her head slowly.

The man's lips curled up in a gentle and refined arc, but that smile did not reach his eyes at all. He looked down at the struggling boy and sneered, "You are such a bitch! You think you can touch her?"

The wound on Jiang Zhao's forehead, which had scabbed over not long ago, burst open again.

Blood was gushing out.

The scarlet blood soaked his clothes, sticking to his body, and he looked as horrifying as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.

Lu Xiyu made a "tsk" sound.

Snapped his fingers.

The four bodyguards' fists fell mercilessly on the boy'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, but his pair of dark eyes full of life were still staring at Banshu stubbornly and quietly.

"……elder sister."

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

He loved her so much.

What's wrong with love?

He was just as Lu Xiyu said, a tough nut to crack, with hard bones and a tough life.

He was 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.

"That's enough."

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

"You've softened your heart." Lu Xiyu gently tucked the strands of hair on Ban Shu's cheek behind her ear. He leaned over and kissed Ban Shu's ear with his warm lips. "Why don't you be a little soft-hearted towards me?"

"Those who were raised from childhood are different?"

Pan Shu tilted her head and couldn't help looking back. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the boy's wound, like a rotten rose, with a kind of withered beauty.

When you are too full of energy, it seems that no matter what happens, you will never be in a mess.

Whether in prosperity or adversity, he is always noble.

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

Ban Shu's heart trembled.

There's an inexplicable weird feeling.

Everything in front of her seemed to be covered with a hazy veil. Whenever she wanted to get a glimpse of the truth, a thick white fog would rise up, making it impossible for her to see the way forward.

Lu Xiyu sent Ban Shu downstairs in the residential complex and reminded her worriedly, "Jiang Chen may not be a good person either. These two brothers have the blood of madmen in their bones. If you notice anything wrong, call me."

"Lu Xiyu, you showed up at the perfect time."

Ban Shu curled her lips in a smile, and her porcelain-white face contained an emotion that Lu Xiyu could not understand.

He admitted bluntly, "I was indeed spying on you."

"Shushu, you know I'm not a good person either." He leaned over and kissed Shushu's red lips infatuatedly. "You should have known this eight years ago. Good night."

When Banshu returned home and opened the door, she found that the lights in the living room were not on, the curtains were tightly drawn, and it was pitch black.

Not a single bit of moonlight gets through.

A pair of eyes were vaguely staring at her in the darkness.

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

The young man appeared behind her without her noticing. He gently wrapped his arms around her slender and soft waist, buried his head in her neck, and said in a strange and gloomy voice, "Sister, don't you know... for a blind person, a lamp is the most useless decoration."

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