At the beginning of December, the weather is getting colder.
Meng Jingyue woke up early. Looking at his wife sleeping beside him with rosy cheeks, he felt a strong sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Pan Shu has a light sleep.
As soon as he moved, Panshu frowned slightly and moaned.
But she was still sleepy. She opened her eyes slightly, glanced out the window, and then looked at Meng Jingyue, "Are your legs hurting again?"
As she spoke, she reached into his pants and kneaded it gently.
Meng Jingyue was caught off guard by this touch and suddenly groaned. He held onto Banshu's snow-white, slender, jade-like wrist and said, "Don't move. It doesn't hurt."
"Then why are you awake so early? Sleep a little longer."
She is a sleepyhead.
Meng Jingyue also knew.
He lowered his head helplessly and sucked the girl's soft lips. "I have something to take care of. I'll bring you some Zhaiji butterfly cakes when I come back in the evening."
After waiting for a while, Meng Jingyue saw in the dark that his little wife had fallen asleep again.
He couldn't help laughing out loud.
I just think she is so cute.
He tucked the quilt gently into her bed and quietly got out of bed.
When Panshu woke up, Meng Jingyue was no longer at home. Panshu then remembered that he had said in the morning that he had something to deal with.
The Meng family is involved in a wide range of industries.
From small garment factories to large arms research and development, the Meng family is involved in all walks of life.
Now that the situation is sensitive and turbulent, the Meng family has become a target that the higher-ups want to win over. If Meng Jingyue had not been in poor health and destined to die early, and if Meng Jingchi had not been a scoundrel and a good-for-nothing, the Meng family would have become a thorn in their side long ago.
Pan Shu supported her chin.
I thought casually that Meng Jingyue seemed unlikely to come back tonight.
The Japanese had already placed people in the hotel early on, and it would probably not be long before they took action.
It gets dark quickly on a howling winter day.
Thick clouds and a few sparse stars made the inky night even darker.
"Young Madam, it looks like the eldest young master won't be back tonight. Why don't you go to bed first?" Xiao Tao looked at Pan Shu, who was feeling sleepy, with heartache.
"I'll wait a moment..."
Before he could finish his words, Ah Fu came running over, panting, with an anxious look on his face, "Oh no!"
"The Ocean Hotel where the young master is staying was attacked by Japanese people!"
The girl's face suddenly turned pale.
The slender and fragile body was on the verge of collapse.
"So he...how is he now?"
"I don't know the situation yet..." Ah Fu didn't dare to say that the eldest young master might be in danger.
Suddenly, a dazzling flash of lightning streaked across the sky, the sky turned dark, and the muffled thunder was deafening. Soon, heavy rain fell heavily, making a dull and painful sound.
Xiao Tao's face was already covered with tears, "Young Madam, please go back to the house first!"
"You guys step back first."
Ban Shu forced a smile, her face as pale as paper.
Although Xiaotao and Afu were worried, they could do nothing but give instructions twice more before leaving.
A tall and thin figure was hidden in the darkness.
Ban Shu glanced at him indifferently, her face still showing grief.
So fragile that it seems like it will fall down at any time.
Her pale complexion diluted the beauty of her eyes and eyebrows, making her look even more pitiful and innocent, making people feel heartbroken when they saw her.
Meng Jingchi didn't know why he came here.
It was just thunder. Would she be scared?
Coupled with his elder brother's matter, he was always a little worried, afraid that she might have an accident.
But he forgot.
He was also the one who wished Banshu dead at the beginning.
After a long time, his clothes were soaked by the rain. The biting cold wind of early winter penetrated through his wet clothes, and even the gaps between his bones were chilled.
Meng Jingchi took two steps forward.
His lips moved, "Let's go back to the house first, the rain is getting heavier."
The girl was startled to notice the boy standing behind her. She turned her head, her eyes flushed red as tears rolled over her burning skin. "When did you get here?"
The voice was choked and trembling.
So pitiful.
Meng Jingchi thought awkwardly.
The next moment, he touched her pale face again and her heart ached.
The young man forcefully put his arm around Pan Shu's slender waist and led her into the house. His voice was dull, accompanied by thunder, vague and hoarse, "Look how red your face is. You are a child, you don't even know you have a fever. Big brother hasn't even come back yet, and you collapsed first..."
Panshu's consciousness was also a little fuzzy.
Meng Jingchi reached out his hand to feel the temperature of her forehead. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, the girl hugged his arm tightly, as if she had found something that made her feel comfortable.
Hold on tight.
Meng Jingchi's whole body stiffened for a moment.
But he soon regained his senses and wanted to pull his hand back. After all, he was wet all over, and so was she. It was not comfortable to be close to each other, and it would make her illness worse.
Under the dim light, the boy's expression was soft and helpless.
"Hey, let go first, I'll take off my clothes."
The next second, Panshu opened her eyes hazily and said "Oh" obediently.
Meng Jingchi had never seen her like this before.
Well-behaved, beautiful, and pitiful.
The desire for destruction that had been dormant in his bones for years broke out almost instantly.
He took a deep breath.
Remind yourself that this is Big Brother's woman, she is cunning and hypocritical, maybe she is also acting now...
But the wet and sticky clothes on his body were really uncomfortable, so Meng Jingchi took off his clothes and quickly took out Meng Jingyue's clothes from the wardrobe next to him and put them on.
Young masters who returned from overseas preferred to wear suits and coats.
As for Meng Jingyue, he wore the blue long gown and moon-white robe commonly worn by scholars, which made him look conservative and elegant.
In a panic, Meng Jingchi just buttoned two buttons and stopped, then hurried to the bed to check on Panshu.
“It’s so… so uncomfortable…”
He leaned closer, and his earlobe touched her gently moving red lips, like a feather playing with them.
It's so itchy.
He pursed his lips.
Meng Jingchi straightened up, his dark peach blossom eyes filled with obscure emotions. He stared at Pan Shu quietly for a while, "I'll help you take off your clothes, otherwise you will feel even worse..."
The voice is extremely hoarse.
His fingertips trembled as they slowly fell on the girl's slender white neck and slid down slowly, "Who am I...?"
The girl opened her tightly closed eyes a little, glanced at him, then put her arms around the boy's neck and muttered in his ear, "Why are your clothes buttons so messy today..."
Meng Jingchi's fingertips trembled and he raised his eyes silently.
The buttons have been undone.
A small portion of the white, tender and round body is revealed.
Because of the fever, the girl's skin, as white as cold jade, was faintly pink, and her delicate and beautiful facial features exuded an almost natural charm.
The boy's Adam's apple rolled for a moment.
He looked away fiercely, his heart beating rapidly.
She recognized him as her elder brother.
Lightning flashed across the sky outside the window, and the dim room suddenly became as bright as day. The crazy desire in the boy's eyes swept over like a devastating disaster.
She liked his—
so.
Why can the eldest brother do it but he can’t?
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