Jiang Chen had never shown such an attitude in front of her before.
Controlling, domineering, even pathological.
The young man bent down, his long eyelashes trembling gently like butterfly wings. He kissed Banshu's lips tenderly, "Don't look at me like that, sister."
He sighed:
"Otherwise, I'd be tempted to commit a crime."
Pan Shu didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She had met so many men that Jiang Chen's behavior was not so difficult to accept.
She was locked in the room by Jiang Chen.
This time, Panshu was locked up in a small dark room, in the true sense of the word.
Perhaps due to the misfortunes he encountered in his childhood, the boy always liked to embrace her possessively, as if he would never let go even if tomorrow was the end of the world.
This might give him a sense of security.
Panshu didn't mind using this kind of hug to comfort him.
"Jiang Chen." Ban Shu called him gently.
The young man lowered his eyes to look at her and was stunned for a moment.
He thought:
She must not know how gentle her eyes are, so gentle that they seem to melt the coldest ice in the polar regions, but her gentleness is even colder than ice. It is like a flower in a mirror, a moon in the water, which will shatter at the first poke.
That moment.
For the first time, Jiang Chen was not so sure whether meeting her was a blessing from heaven or a desperate disaster.
"Hmm?" He couldn't help but hug her tightly, feeling the body temperature in his arms.
"You must have had a hard time in the past."
Jiang Zhao seldom talked about that past with others. It was not a suffering worth singing about. But when she asked him, a certain hard-built part of her heart collapsed in an instant.
He didn't know how to describe that ugly and humiliating past to her.
Life like a prisoner.
A life without light.
In fact, Lu Xiyu was right when he said that he was a rat in the gutter.
He can only hide in the corner, looking up at the light that does not belong to him.
But at this moment——
The light fell into his arms.
If it were Jiang Chen when he was little, he would definitely think: Today is such a super lucky day!
But the sixteen-year-old Jiang Chen only wanted to keep her.
"Yeah. So sister, please be more compassionate to Jiang Chen." The young man's voice was clear and calm.
The woman in his arms suddenly opened his eyes, and faced him. Her cold fingertips slowly traced his eyebrows and eyes. "I don't know why, but you probably hate me."
"What?" Jiang Chen was stunned.
"I hate that I didn't adopt you. I hate that I made you suffer such cruel and terrible things. I hate that I chose Jiang Zhao again and again. I hate that I put you in danger again and again..." Pan Shu gently curved her lips, her eyes like a clear spring, full of endless tolerance. "I'm sorry too, so I won't leave you again."
Jiang Chen was stunned by the sudden sweet talk.
He didn't understand at this time.
No one would take a promise made too easily, except him.
Love and hate are conjoined twins.
All the hatred in this world exists because of love.
He hated her, yet loved her so violently.
When he loves someone so much that he doesn't know what to do, he will think, sister, please allow me to hate you for just one second.
Perhaps pleased, Jiang Chen began to allow Ban Shu to wander around the community.
In his company.
Pan Shu doesn't like men who are too controlling. She prefers to control men. But considering Jiang Chen's tragic childhood and the fact that he is well-behaved most of the time, Pan Shu does not have any dislike or rejection for the time being.
"Sister, it's winter again."
Jiang Chen held Ban Shu's hand, like an ordinary couple on the street.
It's just that she's too good-looking.
Pan Shu raised her head, and a piece of snow like broken jade swirled and fell on the corner of her thin red eye, melting into blood on her warm skin and rolling down her cheek like a tear.
Jiang Chen felt heartbroken for a moment.
He couldn't catch her.
Even though he had tried his best.
This is the twelfth year since Panshu came into this world.
She rarely stayed in the mission world for such a long time. The last time was a long time ago, in the plane where Aque was.
"Sister." The boy bit his tongue and forced a smile, trying to hide the strong uneasiness in his heart.
"Um?"
"It's snowing, let's go back."
"But...it's snowing." Pan Shu paused, "Build me a snowman."
Jiang Chen was slightly stunned, then smiled. He rarely showed off his feelings like this. "Sis, if it's what you want, Jiang Chen will do it no matter what."
He was dressed lightly, in a thin fleece sweatshirt, which contrasted perfectly with the white snow.
The young man squatted on the snow, his red, frozen fingers gently and carefully pinching the snowballs. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the piety in his eyes gave him a soft glow.
With every breath, the light white mist melted into water vapor.
The round snowball soon turned into a cute snowman, only as big as the palm of his hand. The boy held it in both hands, with a big grin on his face and a flamboyant smile between his eyebrows.
"Sister, it's cute, isn't it."
"Hmm." Ban Shu suppressed the fishy sweetness in her throat and curled her lips.
Pan Shu stretched out her fingertips, wanting to touch, but Jiang Chen dodged, "Sister, Xueliang, I'll just hold it."
His fingertips were pink.
Frozen cold.
Pan Shu did not argue with him, but just smiled softly and said, "Jiang Chen, are you happy?"
Jiang Chen's uneasiness gradually grew.
"You are very happy making a snowman, and I am very happy too. Just like you and the world, it is really a happy thing that you can survive in this not-so-perfect, even a little cruel world."
She paused and continued, "So, for my own happiness, let's just keep living like this, okay?"
The boy's chestnut-brown curly hair drooped listlessly.
He bent down, resting his delicate pointed chin on the hollow of Pan Shu's shoulder, and said sullenly, "Sister, why do you say such things? If there is no sister in this world, Jiang Chen will not be able to survive."
No one can survive without the other.
Banshu smiled faintly, patted the boy's soft hair, and said nothing more.
Suddenly I realized something.
Pan Shu turned around and met Jiang Zhao's narrow and long phoenix eyes.
After not seeing him for a while, he had become frighteningly thin, but his face was still exquisitely and richly colored.
Obviously, Jiang Chen also discovered him.
Jiang Zhao himself has a strong presence, and few people can ignore his existence.
He was born to be the center of the world.
Dazzling, outstanding, eye-catching.
The so-called chosen one of heaven is just like this.
Jiang Chen sighed, "Sister, although I don't mind him that much, he has always been such an eyesore. I can only think of a way to make him disappear from our lives."
He was like holding a treasure that everyone coveted.
so.
All those who covet the treasure must be eliminated so that no one will compete with him for it.
"Don't go." Pan Shu held him back.
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