When she woke up again, Panshu found herself in an abandoned temple.
The temple had been in disrepair for a long time, and the faded and mottled tile walls were crumbling. Only the compassionate Buddha statue was covered with a faint glow, with his hands clasped together, a compassionate face, and thick and plump earlobes.
A burning heat rose in my body.
The fire in my heart is unbearable.
Pan Shu bit her lips so hard that blood seeped out of her lower lip.
Suddenly, I felt something cold next to my hand.
She sighed with relief.
She struggled to open her eyes, vaguely making out the familiar outline of the man in front of her, "...Qi, Qi Yu?"
"Your Highness..." Qi Yu curled up, his face flushed, and his cold eyes seemed to be filled with a thin mist. "It's so hot, so hot, Your Highness... save me..."
The two people who were drugged by aphrodisiacs were like fish on the verge of losing water, their necks entwined, clinging to each other until death.
Qi Yu's hot lips fell on Ban Shu tremblingly.
Breathing softly and gently.
Pan Shu raised her slender white neck impatiently, and faint blue veins appeared.
Fragile and easily broken.
Qi Yu's eyes grew darker.
A light rain began to fall outside the temple. Pan Shu tilted her head back, gazing absentmindedly at the handsome man before her, and murmured, "Slow down, slow down."
Qi Yu's fingertips paused.
The drizzle gradually stopped, and this absurd affair gradually came to an end.
Qi Yu held Ban Shu's hand tightly, his face flushed. It felt so comfortable. This kind of thing felt so comfortable.
The gentleman who was as cold as jade lost control and fell into depravity.
There will no longer be the bright moon and breeze above us.
Pan Shu fell asleep in Qi Yu's arms. Qi Yu's eyes were no longer confused at all. His dark eyes were fixed on Pan Shu without a single mistake.
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