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d their cigarette butt to the ground and stomped on it. "I remember a boy who was also related to Jiang Bo. Could we have arrested the wrong person"He couldn't help but look over, carefully examining...The young actor's long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he couldn't bear to hear such frivolous words. His snow-white earlobes couldn't help but turn red, and he turned his face away slightly.

That beautiful face also bore a hint of wanton flush.

Those phoenix eyes were a touch less icy, a touch more awkwardly resistant.

The general's cold belt, with a chilling touch, came over. With a metallic sound, it rang in my ears.

The young actor could only lie helplessly on the desk.

His slender, fair hand seemed to silently resist, pushing against the general's chest. His stunning eyes became a little narrow and contained an inexplicable mix of desire and coldness.

Ning Shu couldn't help but say, "Young Marshal, aren't you afraid of being seen"

"This is a pear garden."

He opened his mouth, a mixture of embarrassment and anger in his voice, and said: “It’s not a nightclub, nor is it a theater.”

Those crimson lips spoke words that were hard to utter.

The young actor's costume was scattered about, revealing skin that was white and clean. The red lining added a touch of allure.

The general had long wanted to do this.

He drooped his thin eyelids, reaching out to lift that chin. His indigo eyes stared at the person, his voice was calm, but his words were chilling: "If I were that lieutenant..."

"How could one possibly let go of those actresses from the pear garden so easily."

Ning Shu was forced to meet the general's gaze. He was struck by the depth and coldness in his eyes, an almost palpable lust simmering beneath the surface, leaving him feeling burned. He couldn't help but avert his gaze.

"Naturally, he only liked Ji Chang's face, not Ji Chang himself," the voice said, turning a bit cold.

Ning Shu couldn't help but bring a touch of her own bias.

His chest, as if holding back emotions for a long time, suddenly erupted.

Lowering her eyes, she said, “So Ji Chang was threatened with death and disfigurement before he was let go.”

The general remained silent.

He was simply pinching his jaw, his fingers icy cold, grinding them against his skin.

Like a venomous snake, it oozed up to me.

Ning Shu only felt her body suspended.

He was picked up by the military officer.

General Ke seems unwilling to let him have it too easy again.

Ning Shu only felt his body tremble, he could only wrap his legs around the man's waist. He hung on, those slender white hands clutching the general's clothes tightly.

He was afraid he might fall.

The young actor's breath was ragged, his clothes disordered. His slightly open robe revealed a snowy chest and delicate collarbone.

The general merely glanced, and his eyes quickly darkened.

He pressed the young actor against the screen in that theatre garden, as if mocking him: "Even Master Ning Si will be like Ji Chang in the book, using his life to force someone's hand and ruining his own appearance"

The general's tone was flat, but his words carried a hint of sarcasm.

Of course Ning Shu had heard it. He bit his lower lip slightly.

I thought, how could it be impossible.

"Was I underestimated by Shao Shuai, or does he think I am far too inferior to Ji Chang" he couldn't help but speak out, as if trying to prove something.

You are incomparable to him.

The general held his face, his dark blue eyes staring at him, cold and indifferent.

The oncoming aura carried a hint of coolness.

Ning Shu heard this and was taken aback, her heart sinking slightly.

Does this quote by Fu Sinian mean that even if he played the role of Ji Chang, compared to Ji Chang's courage and backbone, he was just an ordinary Ning Si Shaoye who could only be slaughtered

My chest feels constricted, a bit stuffy.

Ning Shu was a little dazed, not knowing where this feeling came from. His legs involuntarily wrapped around the general's waist, that cold leather belt pressed against his leg under his costume, making him shiver involuntarily.

"That young commander is more than welcome to try." He raised his eyes, though the corners of his phoenix eyes were slightly red, his gaze remained fixed on the person before him, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

"You can't compare yourself to him." The general said faintly, "He's just a fictional character in a book."

His long fingers reached into the young actor's loose costume.

Looking at him, he could only lean half-heartedly against his own body, the other hand had to rely on the screen. His phoenix eyes were sparkling, and his vermilion lips were painted with rouge, but they possessed a unique kind of beauty.

Upon seeing this, General's eyes darkened.

One hand roamed wantonly across the young actor's slick waist, the other lifting his chin: "But Young Master Ning Si can certainly try."

Ning Shu trembled.

He bit his lip hard, but couldn't help clinging to the general's body. He could only let him humiliate him, while also unable to help but say: "What"

The General lowered his gaze and looked down at Ning Si Shao with a commanding air, saying, "Master Ning, the Fourth Son, could try disfiguring himself."

“Just you wait, I won’t let you get away with this.”

His tone was flat, yet it carried a hint of almost callous indifference.

Ning Shu grasped his military uniform, her eyes widening in surprise as she looked at him.

"I'll tell you right now."

"Even if Young Master Ning's face is ruined," the cold tone of the General reached her ears, his ink-blue eyes locking onto hers as he spoke words that sent a shiver down Ning Shu's spine.

"I still want it."

The general pushed him against the screen. The young actor had to use both hands to keep his balance.

...but made it easier for the other party to tease. ...

The general leaned down slightly, tasting his long and fair neck.

This stunning beauty can only blossom beneath him.

Shao Shuai restrained the possessive urge surging within him, digesting the displeasure and intense desire for control he had felt on the rooftop just moments ago.

The man's icy thin lips.

came over.

He raised his eyes slightly, his tone nearly cold. "Young Master Ning Si, let's continue our previous topic."

"If I were that lieutenant."

Even if the actors from the pear garden disfigure themselves, I will only bring them back and take them to my own house.

If he's willing to act, I can still let him.

But.

The general's lips reached his ear, with a touch of coldness.

He only let me sleep.

Ning Shu's body was trembling, his hand almost couldn't hold onto the screen. He could only use his legs to wrap around the general's waist, and with this sentence, he couldn't say anything suggestive.

His eyes trembled slightly: "Even if Ji Chang is willing to die, he will not go back with him."

The general wasn't angered by him, his lips deviated slightly and kissed the young actor's neck, right at that small, red mole.

Fu Ss-nian seemed to have come alive with interest.

His thin eyelids drooped slightly, fixated on the mole. It seemed as if he wanted to swell it, make it red.

"Master Ning Si, should I say you're naive, or simply innocent"

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