"The heroine's son is under state surveillance."
Pan Shu paused, and raised her eyebrows without surprise, "What's wrong with him?"
"Because there is a potential risk of crime, yesterday, the heroine's son almost killed someone." The system said lightly, "This is a disaster, so it needs to be controlled."
After learning more about the situation, Pan Shu realized that the heroine's son had set fire to the neighbor downstairs in the residential building last night.
The neighbor was nearly burned to death.
How to say it.
Being involved with the heroine's family is quite annoying.
The phone screen lit up and Panshu took a look. This was the third call, but she had turned on the silent mode, so she didn't hear it.
Pei Jing raised his eyes, "What's wrong?"
"He Qi called me." Ban Shu did not hide it.
Pei Jing's eyes paused, he silently clenched his chopsticks, pretending nothing had happened, "Is everything okay?"
"Probably not." Pan Shu stared at him with a half-smile, "Is Doctor Pei jealous?"
"Um."
Seeing that she had almost finished eating and that he had no appetite either, Pei Jing got up, washed the fruits in the refrigerator, put them on a plate, placed them on the coffee table, turned on the TV, and let Banshu lie comfortably on the sofa before returning to the kitchen to clean up the dishes.
He has a mild case of mysophobia, and everything in his house is terribly tidy.
I drained the dishes and chopsticks and hung them up separately. When I walked out of the kitchen, I saw that the coffee table was a mess.
She didn't look dignified or serious even when she was lying down.
The quilt was half covered.
Pei Jing walked forward helplessly and covered her tightly with the quilt. His voice was not intimidating at all. "Cover her up, or you'll catch a cold."
It seemed like Pan Shu was determined to go against him.
Take the quilt away, "I don't want it, it's too hot."
"It's late winter."
"Oh, Chinese New Year is coming in a few days."
Pei Jing looked at her quietly and said "hmm" softly, "Can you stay with me?"
Pan Shu glanced at him in surprise, "Aren't you going to accompany your parents?"
"They are abroad, and I am the only one in China." Pei Jing sat beside her, holding Pan Shu in his arms very naturally, lowering his eyes to look at her gently, and seducing his little girl in a low voice, "Other people are reunited with their families during the New Year, but I am the only one who is alone. Shu Shu must feel sorry for me, right?"
"Don't try that on me." Pan Shu glanced at him sideways.
Pei Jing looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "Can I kiss you?"
"Can't."
"But I want to."
Pei Jing raised his lips.
It was just a light, fleeting kiss.
He seemed quite content.
Until Pan Shu muttered, "He Qi is also a lonely man. He is much more obedient and sensible than you."
Pei Jing's eyes turned cold for a moment.
A flash of cold murderous intent passed by.
He asked casually, "Are you close to He Qi?"
"Well enough."
Pan Shu was in a casual posture, with a small lock of black curly hair twirling around carelessly. "But he is very handsome."
Pei Jing narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Really?"
“Hmm…Hmm!”
Pei Jing pressed his lips tightly against Ban Shu's, biting and licking them gently, full of lustful teasing. His charming peach blossom eyes with crimson at the corners always made people want to commit a crime.
He panted softly and buried his head in Pan Shu's collarbone, "Am I good-looking?"
"You look good."
"Is he prettier or am I?"
Pan Shu glanced at him and had no doubt that if He Qi was pretty, Pei Jing could really do it to her here!
Pan Shu didn't care about that layer of membrane.
What does it matter whether it exists or not? What can it prove?
Why aren't men born with this?
And this membrane is regarded as evidence of female chastity?
Really, it's so boring.
Even sometimes, this layer of membrane can indeed bring men a great sense of vanity and satisfaction psychologically.
But Panshu doesn't care about these.
She only cares about her own happiness.
Just do it if you want to.
Panshu doesn't care about anything, so she is always free and beautiful.
Men are just a spice of life. The most important thing is to live your own life well.
Pei Jing was very much to her liking.
So, it’s okay to sleep with him, it’s not a loss.
Pan Shu chuckled softly, put her arms around Pei Jing's neck, and whispered something in his ear. Pei Jing's ears instantly turned red as if blood was about to drip out.
He pursed his lips.
I feel a little happy.
She likes him, right?
Whenever he thought of this possibility, Pei Jing became so excited that he couldn't control himself.
But Banshu's calm eyes seemed to have poured a bucket of ice water over his head.
She didn't like him, not at all.
"What do you want to do?" she asked.
Pei Jing stood up silently, closed the bathroom door, and blocked Pan Shu's sight.
Banshu raised her eyebrows indifferently.
Pei Jing came out of the bathroom after a long time. He was wet and cold all over.
Wearing a bathrobe.
The water droplets on the hair flowed along the muscle texture and disappeared into unspeakable parts.
Pei Jing has a good figure. He is the type who looks thin when dressed and has muscles when undressed. His muscles are thin but not exaggerated. His every move and gesture makes him look like a male vixen.
He pursed his lips gently, blew his hair dry, grabbed Ban Shu, and uttered two words with his thin lips, concise and to the point, "Come, do it."
Panshu was shocked.
"Are you really going to do this?"
"Um."
"oh."
Pei Jing looked at her helplessly, "What's wrong?"
"I'm not in the mood anymore."
Pei Jing held her waist and took her to lie on the sofa, blowing warm air gently in Pan Shu's ear, "But, I'm hard."
Ban Shu pursed her lips and smiled.
It is so beautiful.
She smiled slightly, and Pei Jing was intoxicated by her smile. He sighed softly and accepted defeat in his life.
"I'll help you."
"How can you help...uh..."
Pei Jing's cold face instantly turned red, "You..."
Almost an hour later.
Pan Shu looked at the wetness on her hands and frowned in disdain, "Why did you come out just now?"
"It shows... I'm gifted." Pei Jing chuckled softly, which sounded very nice. He gently took the wet wipes and wiped Ban Shu's red palms slowly and carefully. "Sorry, thank you for your hard work."
In fact, it is more of a psychological stimulation.
His favorite little girl was giving him a hand job.
It's hard to control.
"Why are you so skilled?" Pei Jing sensed something different and frowned slightly.
Pan Shu glanced at him and said, "I've done it for other men before, do you believe it?"
Her frankness made Pei Jing feel relieved.
Yes, how could a noble lady like her help a man do such a dirty thing?
Pei Jing didn't know.
When she is in the mood in bed and can't resist the offensive of those tall, long-legged and thin-waisted handsome guys, Panshu will occasionally help a man she likes do this.
Just a condiment.
Panshu didn't think it was a big deal.
But there is no need to bring up such things in front of other men.
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