Jiang Chen pursed his lips obediently, with a completely innocent attitude, "Sister, please invite me home for a cup of tea."
I don't know what words stimulated Jiang Zhao. He raised the corner of his lips and said sarcastically, "That is my home, not yours."
"Oh, is that so?" The boy nodded slightly.
The wet eyes moved numbly, "Does sister think so too?"
It is always easy to sympathize with the poor little ones who have had unfortunate childhoods.
This has almost become an essential skill for his difficult survival.
Even though he was surrounded by too much malice.
But he could always take advantage of other people's sympathy to get some unwanted broken vegetable leaves or old cotton-padded jackets that were not warm at all. Jiang Chen was very good at this.
This is something that Jiang Zhao, who grew up freely in a greenhouse, will never learn.
Soft-hearted.
It is a common weakness in this world.
"Jiang Chen," Pan Shu helplessly stroked the boy's soft hair, as if she were stroking a fragile kitten, "You know very well that this is not the case. You are the most important, and no one can compare to you."
Jiang Chen curled the corners of his lips shyly.
my sister.
You always say things that make me happy.
That's good.
Jiang Chen wants to be the most important person to his sister.
He opened his dark eyes and slowly looked in the direction of Jiang Zhao, "Sorry, brother, you already have everything, Jiang Chen only has a sister."
so.
You annoying thing, don't bother him and his sister anymore.
Jiang Zhao glanced at Jiang Chen indifferently. He took a deep breath, as if swearing an oath, or as if refusing to admit defeat, his pitiful and pathetic heroism at work. "I won't give up."
Time flies.
Jiang Chen was already able to stand up and walk slowly.
He is more considerate than Jiang Zhao. He can always cook meals that suit Pan Shu's taste and always clean the house neatly, with quick and efficient movements.
Panshu knew.
That was a skill he developed after being beaten countless times.
all is well.
Except for the boy who would open his pair of black glaze eyes, fragilely and nervously grasping Pan Shu's wrist, and begging in a broken voice, "Sister, you won't abandon me, right?"
At this time, Pan Shu would patiently tell him over and over again, "I will not abandon you."
The young man relaxed a little, rubbing his soft cheek against Pan Shu's neck, and said sweetly, "Then sister, can I sleep with Jiang Chen?"
"Okay." said Panshu.
Jiang Chen always succeeds.
Even if he was seen through, he didn't care.
He didn't sleep. For many nights, the boy leaned quietly on the back of the bed, his round and soft eyes filled with pure joy and satisfaction.
Just like that, I watched her until dawn.
There's no more strawberry milk in the refrigerator.
Pan Shu glanced at the young man who was cooking in the kitchen. The golden sunlight shone through the blinds onto his tall and thin body, and his chestnut-brown, slightly curly hair seemed to be glowing.
Pan Shu was in a daze for a moment, "Jiang Chen, I'm going to the supermarket to buy some milk."
The boy responded obediently, "Okay."
The supermarket is not far from the community gate.
Panshu found the shelf where strawberry milk was placed with ease, and suddenly her fingertips paused.
"...Jiang Zhao."
"Sister, it's me."
The boy's deep voice contained a hint of inexplicable temptation, "Sister, I won't hurt you."
A soft handkerchief covered Banshu's mouth and nose.
Then everything went black before her eyes and she lost all consciousness.
“…”
When she woke up again, Panshu found herself lying on a soft woolen blanket. There was not even a bed in the empty and cold villa. She moved her numb arms, but there was a crackling sound of metal collision.
The two thin and cold wrists were restrained pitifully.
The long chain looks like some mysterious and intricate pattern, revealing a surprising and strange beauty.
Pan Shu frowned and sat up from the wool blanket. She opened her mouth and a hoarse voice escaped from her rosy, plump lips, "Jiang Zhao..."
It's obvious.
She was locked up in a dark room.
"Sister, you're awake." Jiang Zhao pushed open the door with a bright smile on his face, just like every time he came home from school and stayed by her bedside when she was sleepy. Nothing had changed.
"Let me go back. Jiang Chen will be scared if he is home alone." There was no extra emotion in Pan Shu's voice.
No condemnation of his nonsense.
There is no lingering tenderness.
She really didn't care about him anymore.
Jiang Zhao chuckled, and the soft smile on his lips gradually faded. His face was hidden in the darkness, and only his skinny bones could be vaguely seen, as if only an empty skeleton was left.
The young man raised his arms with beautiful lines and carefully wrapped them around the soft and fragrant woman in his arms. His big hands moved ambiguously behind Pan Shu, stirring up trouble everywhere and being presumptuous and wanton.
Pan Shu bit her lip, "Jiang Zhao..."
"Be good, sister." The boy kissed the top of Panshu's head soothingly, "Sister looks very uncomfortable..."
Peeling off that sunny exterior, his rich, vibrant appearance was terrifying, like a demon crawling out of hell.
The blood flowing in his body is the same as Jiang Chen's.
They are all crazy.
Pan Shu casually touched the vase next to her and smashed it at the boy behind her with a "bang".
The porcelain pieces cracked.
“Tick-tock.”
“Tick-tock.”
In the dead silent room, the only sounds were Panshu's breathing and the dull sound of blood hitting the ground.
Like a small hammer.
Heavy and slow beating of the beating heart.
"Jiang Zhao, what are you crazy about?" Ban Shu threw away the fragments in her palm. She stood up, but found that her feet were also locked. Due to inertia, she stumbled and fell into the boy's warm arms.
The scarlet blood flowed down his forehead across his extremely gorgeous skin, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Sister is really not a good sister." The young man said with regret. He hugged Ban Shu gently. Sticky blood dripped on Ban Shu's neck, like a piece of blood jade, crystal clear under the moonlight.
Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes and kissed the soft flesh on Ban Shu's neck devoutly and morbidly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
With a "gulp" sound, he sucked the fishy and sweet blood in big gulps.
Pan Shu felt pain and said, "Jiang Zhao, you are crazy."
"Sister, don't you know... Jiang Zhao has always been like this." The boy's sticky voice was unclear. Under the moonlight, he raised his head, and his blood-stained lips were extremely seductive.
The young man stretched out his slender fingers and rubbed his lips with his fingertips. His movements were slow, seductive and lustful. He used his own blood to paint lipstick on the sister he loved bit by bit.
His movements were very gentle, close yet not too far away, and every touch brought waves of numbness.
Panshu couldn't help but think.
How did he learn his flirting skills?
Seeing Pan Shu's confusion, Jiang Zhao explained thoughtfully, "Sister, Jiang Zhao has been fantasizing about doing this since his first nocturnal emission. He has repeated these actions countless times in his dreams."
"Every time, I want to make my sister cry."
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