Mo Dan didn't understand what conjunctivitis was.

But as the name suggests.

It's not a good idea after all.

The sharp sword was surrounded by black air, and it looked evil and murderous.

There was a nonchalant smile on Chi Yu's lips from beginning to end, his eyelids were filled with a bright crimson color, and when they drooped slightly, they revealed an astonishing coldness and murderous look.

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

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

She never seemed angry.

The corners of her mouth always had a perfect curve that was fascinating and intoxicating.

Chi Yu was stunned.

The next second, his eyes slowly turned red.

The other men then realized 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 heartless.

Like the coolest breeze in the world.

It brushes past you, but refuses to stay for you.

She seemed to have loved them, just like Mo Dan. He still believed that Pan Shu loved him, otherwise why would Pan Shu ask for a life and death contract for him, and even be willing to die under heaven's punishment for him?

Is it not love if you risk your life for it?

But when he saw Pan Shu's indifferent and even bored expression, Mo Dan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized -

Panshu'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 grew up with her, and no one knows Panshu better than him.

"So..." Pan Shu lowered her eyes, her fingertips impatiently tapping her blood-red lips, a shadow of fatigue falling between her brows, "Can you be quiet now?"

Her eyes were cold and emotionless.

She looked at them.

It's no different from looking at a blade of grass or a stone.

Cold and inorganic.

The men's throats seemed to be blocked, their hearts beat more violently, painful... and more uncontrollable.

"yes."

"You're just a game to me, sorry."

There was no apology in her voice.

It seemed as if he was just describing a very ordinary thing.

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

"Besides deceiving you, have I done anything else so heinous?" She paused for a few seconds strangely, her red lips curled up slightly. "If it's because of some unforgivable reason that makes you still remember it, then I apologize again... But other than that—"

"I really can't give you anything more."

No one would refuse the feeling of being loved wholeheartedly by Panshu.

Men have experienced this.

So I can't let it go no matter what.

Asking them to forget Panshu is like gouging out their hearts and gnawing at their flesh and blood until they are completely reduced to walking corpses, no longer able to think or have any ideas.

The air fell into a kind of hopeless silence.

In fact, what happened today was indeed beyond Panshu's expectations.

She is very annoying.

This is a villa with many rooms, so there is no need to worry about not having enough room for them.

Banshu's room is on the third floor.

After finally calming down these men, Pan Shu, who was lying on the bed and had no time to catch her breath, heard a knock on the door.

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

"Sister, it's me..."

The owner of this voice is Chen Que.

Ban Shu hesitated for a moment, then stood up and opened the door a crack, but Chen Que had already squeezed in flexibly, closed the door tightly and locked it. In the face of Ban Shu's dull eyes, Chen Que smiled ingratiatingly.

"Why did you close the door?" This makes her look guilty!

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

Chen Que pursed his lips aggrievedly, "It turns out that Sister is not only good to A Que."

“…”

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

The man knocked on the door in a very regular pattern, three long and one short, neither fast nor slow.

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

Shen Que: "I don't."

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

Chen Que is too young to defeat Ji Heng.

Although Chen Que felt wronged, 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 wanted to come see you."

Ji Heng stretched out his hand to support the crack of the door, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, "You won't let me in? There are other men in the room?"

"How is that possible?"

"Then let me in."

Ji Heng smiled gently, 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 sound of a lock being locked: "..."

never mind.

Destroy it.

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

He gently lifted the loose hair beside Banshu's ear, and his voice was filled with subtle tenderness.

"I remember you used to like kissing me here."

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

Pure and beautiful.

It is like the most beautiful red plum blossom on the snow-capped mountains.

Speaking of the past, Pan Shu's attitude softened slightly. "Well, back then you always blushed, and when you were teased you would get angry and refuse to talk to me."

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