The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Jiang Chen pursed his lips obediently, with a completely innocent attitude, "Sister, please invite brother home for a cup of tea."

I don't know what sentence irritated Jiang Zhao. He raised the corners of his lips and said sarcastically, "That is my home, not yours."

"Oh, is that so?" The young man nodded lightly.

Her wet eyes moved numbly, "Does sister think so too?"

It is always easy for people to pity the poor little ones who were unfortunate in their childhood.

This has almost become a necessary skill for him to survive.

Even though he was surrounded by too much malice.

But he could always take advantage of the pity of others and get some old vegetable leaves that no one wanted, or old cotton-padded jackets that were not warm enough. Jiang Chen was very good at this.

This is something Jiang Zhao, who grows wantonly in the greenhouse, will never learn.

Soft-hearted.

It is the common weakness of this world.

"Jiang Chen," Pan Shu helplessly touched the boy's soft broken hair, as if stroking a fragile kitten, "you know that's not the case. You are the most important, and no one can compare with it. you."

Jiang Chen curled his lips shyly.

my sister.

You are always able to say these words that make my heart happy.

That's fine.

Jiang Chen wants to be the most important person to his sister.

He opened his dark eyes and slowly looked in Jiang Zhao's direction, "I'm sorry, brother, you already have everything. Jiang Chen only has a sister."

and so.

Those annoying things should not bother him and his sister again.

Jiang Zhao glanced at Jiang Chen indifferently. He took a deep breath, as if he was taking an oath, but also as if he refused to admit defeat. It was a pitiful and tragic act of heroism, "I will not give up."

time flies.

Jiang Chen could already stand up and walk slowly.

He is more considerate than Jiang Zhao, he can always make meals that suit Pan Shu's taste, and he can always clean the house quickly and neatly.

Pan Shu knew.

That was a skill he had trained after being beaten countless times.

everything is fine.

Except the young man would open his eyes like black glaze, hold Pan Shu's wrist fragilely and uneasily, and beg in a broken voice, "Sister won't abandon me, right?"

At this time, Pan Shu would tell him over and over again, "I will not abandon you."

The boy relaxed a little, rubbed his soft cheek against Ban Shu's neck, and said sweetly, "Sister, how about sleeping with Jiang Chen?"

"Okay." Pan Shu said.

Jiang Chen always succeeds.

Even if he is seen through, he doesn't care.

He didn't sleep. Many nights, the young man leaned quietly on the back of the bed, his round and soft eyes filled with pure joy and satisfaction.

Just like this, watching her until dawn.

There is no more strawberry milk in the refrigerator.

Pan Shu glanced at the young man who was cooking in the kitchen. The golden sunlight shone through the blinds on his slender body, and the chestnut brown slightly curly hair seemed to be shining.

Pan Shu was in a daze for a moment, "Jiang Chen, I'm going to the supermarket to buy some milk."

The young man responded obediently, "Okay."

The supermarket is not far from the gate of the community.

Banshu found the shelf where strawberry milk was placed, and suddenly paused with her fingertips.

"...Jiang Zhao."

"Sister, it's me."

The young man's deep voice contained a bit of unexplainable temptation, "Sister, I won't hurt you."

A soft handkerchief covered Pan Shu's mouth and nose.

Then her vision went dark and she lost all consciousness.

"..."

When she woke up again, Pan Shu found herself lying on a soft wool blanket. There was no bed in the empty and cold villa. She moved her numb arms, but there was a sound of crackling metal collisions.

The two thin and cold wrists were pitifully imprisoned.

The long chain looks like some mysterious and complicated pattern, revealing an astonishing and eerie beauty.

Pan Shu frowned and sat up from the wool blanket. She opened her mouth and a hoarse voice escaped from her red and full lips, "Jiang Zhao..."

Obvious.

She was locked up in a dark room.

"Sister, you're awake." Jiang Zhao opened the door with a bright smile on his face, as if nothing had changed every time he came home from school and stayed by her bed, where she was snoozing.

"Let me go back. Jiang Chen will be scared if he is alone at home." There was no unnecessary emotion in Pan Shu's voice.

He was not condemned for his nonsense.

There is no lingering tenderness.

She really didn't care about him at all.

Jiang Zhao chuckled, and the soft smile on his lips gradually faded away. His face was hidden in the darkness, and only his skinny bones could be vaguely seen, as if there was only an empty skeleton left.

The young man raised his arms with beautiful lines and carefully hugged the soft and fragrant woman in his arms. His big hands moved ambiguously behind Pan Shu, stirring up fire everywhere and acting wantonly.

Pan Shu bit her lips and said, "Jiang Zhao..."

"Be good, sister." The young man kissed the top of Banshu's hair reassuringly, "Sister looks very uncomfortable..."

Tear off that sunny layer of skin, and his thick and intense appearance is so chilling.Like an evil spirit crawling up from hell.

The blood flowing in his body was the same as Jiang Chen's.

All crazy.

Pan Shu casually touched the vase next to her and threw it at the young man behind her with a bang.

Porcelain pieces burst.

"Tick."

"Tick."

In the dead silent room, apart from Pan Shu's breathing, there was also the dull sound of blood hitting the ground.

Like a small hammer.

Beating the beating heart heavily and slowly.

"Jiang Zhao, why are you so crazy?" Pan Shu dropped the fragments in her palm and stood up, only to find that her feet were also locked. Due to inertia, she stumbled into the boy's warm arms.

Scarlet blood streaked down his forehead and across his extremely rich skin, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Sister is really naughty." The young man said with regret. He hugged Ban Shu gently, and sticky blood dripped on Ban Shu's neck, like a piece of blood jade, crystal clear under the moonlight.

Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes and kissed the soft flesh on Ban Shu's neck piously and morbidly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"Gudong" and sucked the sweet blood with a big mouthful.

Pan Shu was in pain and said, "Jiang Zhao, you are crazy."

"Don't you know, sister...Jiang Zhao has always been like this." The young man's thick voice was unclear. Under the moonlight, he raised his head, and his blood-stained lips were extremely glamorous.

The young man stretched out his slender fingers and rubbed his lips with his fingertips. With slow, sultry and lustful movements, he used his own blood to apply lipstick on the sister he loved little by little.

His movements were very gentle, almost as if they were far away, and every touch brought out waves of numbness.

Pan Shu couldn't help but think.

How did he learn all his flirting skills?

Seeing Pan Shu's doubts, Jiang Zhao explained thoughtfully, "Sister, Jiang Zhao has been fantasizing about doing this since his first nocturnal emission. These actions have been repeated countless times in his dream."

"Every time, I want to make my sister cry."