"It's not anger."
Ji Heng bent down and hugged her, "It's hard to control my feelings."
"Don't misunderstand me, Shushu. Am I still Ji Heng in your eyes?" His lips pressed against the corner of Shushu's lips, rubbing against hers, his voice gradually becoming unclear. "That... Ji Heng who makes you want to sleep?"
Pan Shu didn't say anything.
She closed her eyes.
A light laugh escaped from Ji Heng's throat. His long, jade-like hand, with a cool touch, slowly moved down along Pan Shu's skin. Just as they reached a certain ambiguous forbidden area, Pan Shu pressed his hand down, her voice muffled, "No, Ji Heng."
Ji Heng glanced at the wardrobe knowingly.
He laughed, "Isn't it exciting?"
"Doing that kind of thing and being overheard must be very exciting, right? Shushu."
Nothing can be hidden from him.
Ban Shu was helpless and she opened her mouth. Ji Heng's eyes became fierce and he quickly caught Chen Que's fist. When he faced Chen Que, there was a thousand-year-old ice in his eyes that could not be melted, without a trace of tenderness.
There is only a cold and desolate scene.
"You're so impatient." Ji Heng curved his lips maliciously, "Besides relying on her favoritism, what else do you have? You're a useless piece of trash."
Compared with that group of powerful men, Chen Que seemed too weak.
But the young man was, after all, the most violent and cruel emperor of Jixue, with unpredictable means. He did not get angry but laughed instead, "This should be what you poor bastards want the most, right? What a pity..."
It seemed that the two were about to fight.
Pan Shu's eyelids jumped, "Don't fight in my room."
Her decoration is very expensive.
"Sister, can you please open the door?" The young man's voice outside the door was muffled, and it sounded like he was speaking close to the door.
Ji Heng and Shen Que looked at Ban Shu at the same time.
It feels very oppressive.
"Sister, do you want to open the door?" Chen Que tilted his head and said innocently.
Ji Heng chuckled, "It's so late and you're still disturbing Shushu's sleep. I guess you don't have any good intentions..."
Ban Shu thought of Pei Ji's wet eyes, gritted her teeth and opened the door.
"...I'm sorry, it's hard to comfort him when he cries."
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