You rascal, stop right there!

The lotus lanterns on the winding river had all dimmed, but the firelight still seemed to illuminate the two people's passionate faces.

The gentle touch made them intoxicated with each other, and Bai Wan conveyed the joys and sorrows through it.

Lip points.

Just taste it and stop.

This kiss was the first time the two of them truly crossed the line.

Until the end, Ling Shumo's mind was a little blank.

He really didn't think that he would get this kiss unexpectedly today.

These days, even though the two of them confirmed their relationship, he didn't dare to cross the line.

If Han Miaoran treated him as the bright moon that could not be tainted by anything, then wasn't he the same?

Every day he watched the other person's every glance, smile, expression, and every look, and had to use his strong self-control to avoid offending him, to the point of torment.

But Ling Shumo could feel that the kiss from the person in front of him didn't seem to be just about emotion, but also had other meanings.

"Abai, is there something wrong with you, or did you remember something?" He had to suppress the throbbing in his heart and wanted to ask something.

Compared to the so-called infatuation, the person's thoughts are more important.

"Zi Chen." Bai Wan smiled at him deeply, "Is this the first time you've been kissed by someone?"

His inquiry was blocked with just one sentence.

Ling Shumo's eyes were clear, but he felt a blush spreading behind his ears: "I...I..."

See, just say it’s the first time, there’s no running away.

This expression is like that of a young girl who has been teased.

In fact, this man is a humble talent who can attract girls' attention regardless of his talent or appearance, but he is not as lucky as girls.

Bai Wan smiled somewhat complacently: "That's good, me too..."

In terms of appearance, Zichen suffered a loss and he made a profit in this deal.

Afterwards, he looked at the lotus lanterns by the river weakly and closed his eyes deeply.

I just felt that these lights seemed to comfort the dead and atone for his sins bit by bit.

Although Ling Shumo wanted to ask more, he quietly noticed that the man's expression seemed to reveal a hint of sadness, so he could only choose to respect this man and watch the river lanterns with him.

I do not know how long it has been.

Bai Wan suppressed the horrible memories of his past painting and began to give a nonsense explanation.

"Aren't you wondering why I do this?"

"Actually, I've always been easily seduced by beauty, and I couldn't help but take advantage of you today. One day, I might even gnaw on you like a pig's trotter until your skin is bald."

His tone was extremely ruffian, and his smile was very casual. He was just like a street scoundrel and a gangster.

Ling Shumo felt powerless looking at him like this.

Having known this guy for so long, he can still tell when he is serious and when he is joking and talking nonsense.

It was obvious that she had something on her mind and didn't want to tell him, but she pretended that nothing in the world mattered to her.

So, he held the man's hand and said, "You say one thing and mean another..."

Bai Wan sat in a wheelchair, looked up at him, and smiled even brighter: "How can that be possible? My heart has always been with you!"

The night is getting darker.

This person allowed Ling Shumo to push him back to the painting academy's official residence in a wheelchair, and remained silent all the way.

Ling Shumo, who was standing outside the door, had clear eyes. He couldn't help but sigh as he watched the candlelight dim after the door closed.

"I'll wait until you're willing to tell me..."

Although Bai Wan kissed him actively, she didn't tell him what happened in the end, which made him very worried.

The more casually this person smiles, the more he is hiding something.

……

into the night.

The man on the bed had sweat stains on his forehead, which had soaked the entire pillow.

Unable to fall asleep, he had to get up.

Bai Wan painfully held on to this body filled with horrible memories, and picked up his brush to paint one by one those people who had died in front of him as a child.

Now that his memories of learning painting had been recalled, even his left hand had improved a lot and was gradually recovering.

But he couldn't stop those who had died in the past.

The twelve-year-old could only watch and do nothing.

The past events of being forced to paint near-death paintings are hard to forget.

Ling Shumo and his most respected mentor are the most terrible and unscrupulous executioners in the world.

But he knew that he must have endured it in the same way in the past and not told anyone.

"What should I do? I'm suddenly very afraid of recovering all my memories!"

It turns out that the past few years when I was a gangster were the happiest and most casual life. Thinking back to the past, apart from Zichen and Danqing, there was really nothing good.

Finally, the man who had been painting all night stopped and threw down his brush and ink.

Bai Wan was really tired. After mumbling to herself, she finally covered her face with her hands and curled up in a corner of the room.

The pale complexion could not be seen by others.

The stimulation of these memories would only continue to spread at night, making his thinking even more confused in his daze.

It makes people lose their former casual ruffian nature, and their whole body is shaking.

……