When Jiang Zhao saw the cold look between Ban Shu's eyebrows, his fingertips trembled violently.
He whimpered in pain, "Sister, I'm sorry, but... please, please don't leave me..."
"Let's go, I'm tired." Ban Shu closed her eyes, probably because she was tired, and her voice was very soft. Lu Xiyu was stunned for a few seconds before he heard clearly what Ban Shu said.
Lu Xiyu was not afraid of the so-called Jiang family. What made him hesitate was only Ban Shu's special attitude towards the two brothers of the Jiang family.
After hearing what Pan Shu said, he no longer had any concerns.
The Lu family's power is complex and intertwined. What's more, as the person in power, Lu Xiyu's status is very different from that of Jiang Zhao, who is only the heir in name only. It can be said that as long as Lu Xiyu wants, he can make it so that Jiang Zhao will never see Pan Shu in his life.
The day Panshu left was a beautiful sunny day.
Jiang Chen sat dejectedly in the wheelchair, his dark pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of gray background, lonely and sad.
It feels like being abandoned by the whole world.
In fact, he is also being abandoned by the whole world.
Jiang Zhao's condition was not much better than his. He stared at the direction where Ban Shu left in a daze, his eyes were red, his eyelashes were wet, and he looked completely at a loss.
The scenery outside the window flashed by.
Through the inky car window, the green outside was covered with a hopeless gray tone.
Pan Shu glanced sideways, her eyes calm and peaceful. Her delicate little face was much paler, and her lips, stained scarlet by blood, were alluring and charming, with an inexplicable fairy-like charm.
Lu Xiyu crossed her legs carelessly, sitting in a dignified and elegant posture.
He asked, "Shushu, do you know what disease you have?"
"What's wrong?"
Pan Shu glanced at him slowly.
Hearing her calm tone, Lu Xiyu's heart sank, and his cold fingertips trembled subconsciously. He rarely showed his emotions like this.
The man forced a laugh, "You don't really care."
Compared to Lu Xiyu's panic, Pan Shu seemed much calmer, as if she wasn't the one suffering from the terminal illness. Her voice was even a little absent-minded as she said, "I don't care."
"Your illness, your body, everything in this world..." and him.
Lu Xiyu noticed that his voice was trembling.
"I still care." Pan Shu paused and continued, "No one wants to die, and no one wants to die in pain. But, Lu Xiyu, the fact is... whether dead or alive, it doesn't make much difference to me. They are all the same."
"What about me? Panshu."
Lu Xiyu lowered her narrow eyes to hide the tears that flashed across them. "We're here. I'll carry you down."
Pan Shu opened her arms obediently, like a child asking for a hug from an adult, showing complete dependence. Lu Xiyu's heart softened, "Now that things have come to this, Shu Shu, just be happy."
"Um."
This is a three-story villa. The retro bronze railings are covered with vines, and the vines are blooming with unknown purple flowers, which are shaped like small trumpets.
There were not many people in the villa.
There was only one housekeeper and two maids.
Pan Shu didn't like the hospital gown she was wearing. It was stained with conspicuous blood, and the feeling of it sticking to her body was unbearable.
"Do you want to change your clothes?" Lu Xiyu was careful and considerate.
Panshu nodded lazily.
"You want to take a shower?"
"Um."
Lu Xiyu paused, then asked, "Can I help you?"
Pan Shu opened her eyes and gave him a half-smile, "Okay."
Lu Xiyu's original intention was really just to help her take a bath, without any extra romantic thoughts. But when he saw the woman's beautiful and graceful body, he suddenly felt a little regretful.
She should have the maid help her.
Lu Xiyu thought.
After adjusting the water temperature, Lu Xiyu gently placed Ban Shu in his arms into the bathtub. The sound of the water covered up the sound of his heartbeat that was as heavy as a drum.
Hot steam rose in the bathroom.
Lu Xiyu closed her eyes and said, "Call me when you're better."
Pan Shu raised the corners of her lips and said nothing.
After taking a shower, he said, "Lu Xiyu, I'm ready. Help me put on my clothes."
Lu Xiyu reluctantly carried her out of the water. His expensive custom-made suit was completely soaked. He wiped the water droplets off Ban Shu's body with a bath towel, and his hot palm pressed against the woman's slender waist, "Ban Shu."
Pan Shu raised her head and blinked innocently.
"You did it on purpose," he said.
Deliberately making him feel uncomfortable.
Pan Shu curved her lips, raised her arms to wrap around the man's slender neck, and placed her rosy, plump lips next to his ear, with a hint of inexplicable teasing, "Lu Xiyu, I slept with you once eight years ago... That wouldn't be the only time in your life, right? Hmm?"
Lu Xiyu lowered his eyes and met Pan Shu's gaze with a half-smile, "Yes."
He increased the strength in his hands, pressing the woman's beautiful body towards him. Even so, Lu Xiyu's movements were still casual and elegant. "But I've done masturbation a lot, especially... after sleeping with you."
The man had sharp features, and he tilted his chin slightly as he spoke.
An indescribable allure.
He was already handsome, and now he looked even more charming.
Pan Shu lowered her eyes, her voice becoming lazy again. Her cool, white fingertips tapped the tip of his nose intermittently, "Put on some clothes for me."
Lu Xiyu was teased by her and was in a state of discomfort.
He sighed helplessly, grabbed Banshu's hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it, his voice low and pleasant, "Don't tease me, Shushu."
After helping her put on her clothes, Lu Xiyu carried her to the bed. "I asked the housekeeper to prepare some food. You haven't eaten anything all day, so eat a little."
Pan Shu played with her hair out of boredom and nodded imperceptibly.
"You haven't told me yet what disease I have." Pan Shu asked curiously.
It was indeed beyond Panshu's expectation that this body would get sick.
It should be quite serious.
Otherwise, Lu Xiyu wouldn't have lost control like this.
Lu Xiyu stared at her quietly for two seconds, his eyes filled with some intense and terrifying emotions. He closed his eyes, knelt on one knee on the soft mattress, leaned over and gently touched Banshu's lips.
"It doesn't matter. You'll be fine."
More like he was talking to himself.
Pan Shu laughed, "Lu Xiyu, do you like me very much?"
"Um."
"Have you enjoyed these eight years?"
"Um."
"Then if I die..."
Pan Shu met the man's desperate eyes and paused. In the end, she didn't continue talking. She sighed and changed the subject, "Where's the food? I'm hungry."
"I'll ask the housekeeper to bring it over right away." Lu Xiyu gently patted her soft hair.
But when he lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his lower eyelid.
It was like a greasy, sticky net, pulling people down.
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