"The letter he wrote to me had a strong scent of osmanthus."
"Um?"
Meng Jingyue's deep eyes were gloomy and slightly cold, like a pool of stagnant water. "Because of the storage of munitions in the north of the city, the climate has always been dry. Besides, it snowed heavily not long ago. Where can osmanthus flowers grow?"
"Shushu, you made him some sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
It can really be said that Meng Jingyue is so smart that he is almost a demon. He was able to judge so much information just by the ethereal fragrance of osmanthus on the letter paper, and he was able to infer that Ban Shu was actually living a good life in Zhou Younong's hands.
None of this matters.
What Meng Jingyue cared about was whether she had ever been attracted to Zhou Younong for a moment?
"Why, you've never done this for me?" Meng Jingyue looked at her with grievance and accusation, "What am I to you?"
Pan Shu was silent for a moment. "Since you knew Zhou Younong was very good to me, why were you so worried that he would kill me that day? In fact, he said that even if you didn't come, he wouldn't hurt me."
Meng Jingyue clenched his fists.
The nails scratched a bloody crescent-shaped mark on the palm of his hand.
"I don't dare to gamble." The young man raised his face, stretched out his hand to press down on Shu's slender and graceful neck, and pressed his forehead against hers, noses against noses, their warm breaths entwined with each other. "Shushu, I don't dare to take even the slightest risk regarding you."
Because of love comes worry.
Fear arises from love.
Pan Shu stared into his eyes in a daze, and she found that she had never understood him before.
"Shushu, as long as it is what you want to do, I am willing to be the sword in your hand and let you drive it."
His tone was reverent.
As if he was her most loyal believer.
"Do you know what I want to do?" Pan Shu raised her eyebrows, and there was a hint of evil in her beautiful eyes.
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