The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

"Sister, from now on it will be just us, no one else."

There was a look of happy longing on the man's face, "Let's go wherever my sister likes, okay?"

With the sound of rolling waves in her ears, Pan Shu chuckled softly, "Jiang Jin, I don't live long, what's the point of doing this?"

"It makes sense, sister. I just want to be with you."

He found morbidly that he could no longer leave her at all.

Otherwise, he will really die.

The yacht finally stopped at an uninhabited island.It seems really isolated here.

It's just that every day I can hear the man's increasingly desperate roar.

"What do you mean? What do you mean it can't be cured? Let me say it one last time, if you can't cure my sister, none of you will get out of here alive."

You can still vaguely hear the sound of bullets being loaded.

Panshu endured the pain and numbness in her body that felt like ant bites, and got out of bed and opened the door. The man's big, sharp-boned hand held a small gun, and the black muzzle of the gun was pressed against one of the men's heads.

Behind him stood a dozen burly bodyguards in black.

This posture is really bluffing.

However, the man's overly handsome appearance diluted the tension a bit, and Pan Shu gently curved her lips, wanting to smile for no reason.

"Jiang Jin, what are you doing?" The woman's face was calm.

The cold look on Jiang Jin's face froze. He lowered his arms, and his long and thick eyelashes covered up the growing regret and love in his eyes.

He couldn't help but doubt himself.

Is it wrong to take my sister away without permission?

A group of kneeling doctors in white coats all knew that the beautiful lady in front of them was the man's weakness.

So they quickly asked Ban Shu to plead for them in awkward Chinese, "Miss Ban, we know we were wrong. Please let Mr. Jiang bypass us!"

It's not their fault in the first place. It would be strange if the virtual virus in the system could really be cured.

Even if they didn't say anything, Pan Shu would not let these innocent doctors bear the consequences.

Although she was not really a kind person, Pan Shu couldn't do it to let innocent people sacrifice their lives because of her.

"Jiang Jin, let them leave here." The girl's white hands gently grasped the man's cold fingertips hidden in his sleeves, and shook them coquettishly, "Okay? My disease can't be cured in the first place, so you can accompany me." How about I spend my last time here? No one else is here, just us."

"I don't want to take such bitter and bitter medicine, and I don't want you to suffer so much for me every day..."

Before the girl could finish speaking, she was hugged into Jiang Jin's arms.

The man buried his head on Pan Shu's neck, gradually wetting the small piece of skin.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sister... I'm sorry."

"Let them go, okay?"

"……it is good."

Jiang Jin was immersed in the tenderness of the girl's charity without a trace of sobriety. Even though he knew that such feelings were morbid and meaningless, he was still unwilling to give up.

Jiang Jin spent the best and happiest 23 days in his life.

The first snow came belatedly.

"Ah Jin, it's snowing." Ban Shu pointed to the falling snow outside the door, "How about we go take a look together?"

The man seemed hesitant, "It's cold outside..."

In the girl's moist and longing eyes, the man's words "It's not good for Shushu's health" could not be uttered after all.

She has been too restrained recently, and it doesn't matter if she lets herself go wild for a while.

Obviously he called her sister, but gradually, for some unknown reason, he became more mature than Shu, and his Shu became more and more willful like a child.

But he was so satisfied that he wished time could stop at this moment.

"Ah Jin."

Pan Shu raised her head in the snow, her beautiful face almost blending into the snow, "We can be considered old together."

Her unintentional words made Jiang Jin happy for a long time.

Jiang Jin curled his lips, trying his best to restrain the surging love, and in the end he just pretended to be reserved and said "hmm".

Jiang Jin knew that Pan Shu was afraid of the cold, so he installed many heating devices around the house. The snow near the door would eventually melt under the temperature before it fell to the ground. However, Jiang Jin did not allow Pan Shu to go too far for fear that she would freeze.

When he got seriously ill again, he was still the one who felt distressed.

Ban Shu stared at the puddle of snow on the ground and blinked, "Jiang Jin, help me build a snowman, I want it."

A snow particle fluttered on Ban Shu's lower eyelid, and after melting, it looked like a crystal tear sliding down her cheek.

Jiang Jin never refuses Ban Shu's request, and even hopes that Pan Shu will let him do more things. He is always afraid that Ban Shu, a little girl, will be bored just being with him all day long.

"Okay, sister, wait for me here."

The biting cold wind blew by, and the man's exposed hands were bruised and bruised. He was so cold that he lost consciousness, but there was always a smile on his lips.

He gathered the snow tightly and carefully shaped the snowman into shape.

He probably has a unique talent for making snowmen. Even though it was his first time, the snowman in Jiang Jin's hands was really lifelike.

If Pan Shu saw it, she would definitely recognize that the facial features drawn by the snowman with branches were hers.

She is a smart and lively Pan Shu with smiling eyes.

Jiang Jin carefully protected the snowman in his arms and controlled the direction of the wheelchair in the thick and difficult-to-walk snow.

The black coat was stained with snow flakes.

He found the girl sitting on the doorstep early, leaning against the door rail, as if she was fast asleep.

Jiang Jin curled her lips helplessly and said in a very soft voice, probably because she didn't want to wake her up, "Sister."

"Look, the snowman looks very good, it looks like yours."

The man had been sitting in the wheelchair for an unknown amount of time. The first snowfall slowly stopped, and the yellowish sunlight shone through every inch of the snow. Slowly, the light fell on the man.

Jiang Jin's fingertips trembled, and she hugged the snowman tightly in her arms in panic, "Sister, wake up quickly, don't fall asleep... the snowman is about to melt."

Until the snowman melted into water, the girl sitting on the steps could not wake up.

pat.

It's the sound of ice and snow melting on the eaves, or it's the unnamed liquid in a man's eyes.

Qingyue's voice was filled with sadness, and the glimmer in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"You lied to me, sister. I'm really angry, this time."

The ferocious cold wind blew against the eardrums, bringing with it a chill in the heart, and the limbs became cold and stiff.

Obviously, the girl's fair cheeks were rosy, and there was a gentle smile on her plump and tender lips. She looked like she was just asleep.

Yes, I just slept in a dream that I will never wake up from.

She didn't want him anymore and didn't even give him a chance to say goodbye.

Sister, are you afraid that I won't let you go... The man's lips turned pale, and after a while, he raised his chin and laughed, tears coming from the corners of his eyes.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The man broke free from the wheelchair and suddenly knelt on the ground. The cold snow water soaked his clothes. He slowly supported his body and approached his sleeping lover step by step.

Trying to hold her in my arms.

A bright red blood trail spread on the snow.

Beautiful red plum blossoms bloom on the fine white jade.

After an unknown amount of time, the man was finally able to hold the sleeping girl in his arms. The blood stains that penetrated the clothes stained the girl's white dress.

The man wiped hurriedly, but the more he wiped, the dirt became more and more dirty... He tried his best to suppress the tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Shushu, I... I soiled your clothes. This skirt is your favorite... Shushu, are you unhappy? Can you hit me and scold me? Please... Womanly."

Between the vast world.

The man covered his face and cried bitterly, with endless despair.