White waves beat against the sandy shore.
Gradually submerging the shells on the beach.
There was a white European-style square table on the beach, with white candle-shaped aromatherapy on it. Pan Shu chuckled, "Is this a date?"
Ning Yan was also very depressed, "This is something the production team did, it's so tacky."
Not worthy of Panshu at all.
"It's a bit rustic." Ban Shu nodded in agreement, sat on the chair, and was about to pick up the red wine bottle with her fingertips when she was stopped by Ning Yan.
"You can't drink, remember?" Ning Yan moved the red wine in front of her and poured her a glass of juice, "Drink this."
Pan Shu didn't care, "Oh."
After a few seconds of silence, Ning Yan slowly said, "Will you choose me in the end?"
Pan Shu's delicate fingertips were slightly bent, and she slowly tapped the wall of the cup. Her usually pure and delicate white face now showed a startling beauty. It was as if nothing else mattered to her.
"This is not something I can decide, Ning Yan."
Ning Yan frowned, "What does this mean?"
Because Ning Yan’s strategy value is already full.
If at the end of the day, one of the mission targets has not reached the maximum strategy value, she wouldn't mind choosing the one with the less-than-maximum strategy value, making him happier, who knows, maybe it will be fully reached.
But Panshu felt.
She will choose Ning Yan.
No matter what the final result is, she will choose him.
"Ning Yan, you're great." Pan Shu looked at him seriously. "Even if I don't choose you, don't be sad, okay?"
Ning Yan's heart sank, and he said expressionlessly, "I'll be so sad I'll die."
"You really don't care about me at all." The boy's voice was filled with unspeakable frustration and pleading. "Banshu, am I really that bad that you don't like me at all?"
She doesn't like him at all.
Ning Yan's thin white eyelids drooped, her thick and long eyelashes cast a shadow on her lower eyelids, her thin lips were slightly pursed, and her face was slightly pale.
The thought of the possibility that she wouldn't choose him.
He was about to die of heartache.
"But the program team has a rule that we can't reveal who we're going to choose in advance." Pan Shu slowly poked Pudding, "Ning Yan, you're thinking too much."
"So do you like me or not?"
"like."
The girl answered simply.
Ning Yan pursed his lips, but the curve of his lips still revealed a bit of his happy mood.
He threatened fiercely, "Ban Shu, you'd better remember what you said."
"I understand." Pan Shu responded indifferently.
Ning Yan always acts cruelly and she is not afraid of him at all.
The sun was setting, and the production team told them they had a full day of dating time. Ning Yan didn't want to let Pan Shu go back to the camp just like that. After all, there were four other annoying men in the camp who had bad intentions towards Pan Shu.
Yan Chuan hasn't left yet.
Ning Yan is really annoying.
Don’t these people have anything to do all day long?
"Carry me." Pan Shu stretched out her hands.
Before she finished her words, the boy squatted down and lifted her up on his back. His big, hot hands pressed against her fair and tender thighs through the thin fabric of her skirt. Pan Shu felt a little uncomfortable, which was unusual for her.
She poked Ning Yan's back and said, "Why are you so straightforward this time?"
"I want to add some performance points."
"oh."
"So I must be chosen in the end." Ning Yan kept chattering at this moment.
Pan Shu was annoyed by what she heard and simply covered his lips. The boy subconsciously opened his lips slightly, and his wet and soft tongue licked the palm of her hand, causing her to shiver like an electric shock.
Pan Shu paused, a little annoyed and angry, "Ning Yan, do you have any shame?"
Ning Yan's face burned hot, and he hesitated for a long time, "...How would I know?"
Hmm.
Her hands are so soft and smell so good.
I really want to stick it.
Ning Yanqing couldn't help but think that she wanted to get closer, closer.
Want to kiss her.
think……
Ning Yan had lived for eighteen years, and for the first time he felt that he was actually a pervert.
The boy's back was warm and strong, with each vertebra protruding slightly and poking at Panshu's body, but because it was covered with a layer of skin and flesh, and the boy had a habit of fitness, it didn't hurt.
He had a faint scent of white camellia.
The flower language of white camellia——
You can't take my love lightly.
Pan Shu thought of Pei Ji again, "Qiqi, what happened to Pei Ji later?"
"Dead." The system's voice was calm, without any fluctuations. "Died on a faith-shattering blizzard."
Pei Ji died in hopeless waiting.
Died the day he finally accepted that he would never find his sister again.
The faith he had long held on to crumbled, and he was plunged into a dark and silent despair. It could be said that he died from his almost insane love for Panshu.
If he hadn't liked it so much, he might have survived.
Even the system felt a little regretful.
Pan Shu was stunned for a moment.
Noticing the burning wetness on her neck, Ning Yan paused, her voice becoming more panicked. "Are you crying? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Seeing that Pan Shu didn't say anything, the boy continued to speak incoherently, "I won't force you, don't cry, even if you don't choose me... I won't be sad, okay? Although I will definitely be sad, you, don't cry first..."
Pan Shu raised her hand in a daze to touch the tear marks on her face.
She cried...huh?
It's obviously been so long.
But it seemed like it was just a short time ago that the young man with the flamboyant gray hair tilted his head and called her "sister" in a coquettish manner.
Ning Yan put her down, and with his fingertips slightly curled up, he wiped the tears from the corners of Ban Shu's eyes. He asked softly, "Why are you crying?"
"I'm putting pressure on you, aren't I?"
He thought.
Maybe Ning Yan still hasn't learned how to like someone.
Therefore, the boy helplessly wiped the tears from her face, and ended up with red eyes himself. "Sorry, sorry, I'm really an asshole. It's terrible to be liked by someone like me."
Ning Yan is flamboyant and unruly, and is described by others as the arrogant and proud prince of the Beijing circle.
But Ning Yan in front of Pan Shu.
You will feel inferior, self-loathing, and self-abandonment.
He has tried very hard to restrain himself, but is it still not enough?
"Why are you crying?" Ban Shu reached out and touched the upturned corners of the boy's eyes, which were tinged with peach blossoms. The boy unconsciously rubbed her fingertips lightly and carefully retracted the sharp thorns on his body for fear of hurting her.
"Because you are sad, Ning Yan will be sad too."
Pan Shu smiled, "You look a bit like a puppy like this."
A puppy is a puppy.
Ning Yan thought that a puppy that she liked was a good puppy.
The young man bent down, picked up Banshu again, and slowly straightened his back, "Banshu."
"Um?"
"Which puppy were you crying for just now?"
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