Dark and possessive older man x pure college student

er. She froze, her heart pounding with fear.It was just a figure, but it stood before him.Cang Ming's chest was struck by the demon cultivator's palm. The young man covered it and drew his sword, cha..."Okay."

"But are you really sure nothing is wrong"

Ning Shu nodded.

Only then did Wang Cai leave. After he was gone, Ning Shu tugged at his collar, feeling oddly hot despite the weather.

It's probably because I just finished playing ball....

Ning Shu, thinking this way, unscrewed the bottle and drank another two mouthfuls of water.

But to his surprise, after taking a sip, he frowned again.

What's going on...

Ning Shu had settled his mind, but he felt a little dizzy. He felt like he was sick. He looked around, listening to the sounds of people talking and the figures moving in the distance...

Felt a little psychedelic...

It feels like… I'm dreaming.

Ning Shu frowned, intending to wash her face with cold water first, and then sober up properly.

He might have been a little out of sorts when he played today.

After all, Ning Shu hadn't played basketball much before this, only recently had Wang CaiCai taken him to play. But just as he turned the corner, he felt more and more like he was coming down with something...

My eyes are feeling a little dizzy...

It seems like my cheeks are getting hot too.

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Ning Shuxin felt a chill, but he couldn't help shivering. He raised his eyes, and his legs felt weak, as if he had a fever. He could barely muster the strength to walk.

He had no choice but to stop, leaning against the nearby wall with his eyes drooping slightly, a hint of bewilderment in them.

And just at that moment.

A male student walked past and saw Ning Shu's handsome appearance and complexion, unable to help but approach him and say, "Classmate, are you feeling unwell Are you sick Do you want me to take you to the infirmary"

< Ning Shu felt a strong, instinctive repulsion as he approached. He couldn't help but take a step back and quickly said, " ...no, it's not necessary..." >

He glanced at the man but still wasn't sure.

"Classmate, are you really okay... Don't push yourself too hard, if you're sick please go to the infirmary."

Ning Shu saw him raise his hand, about to help her, and she reacted greatly, quickly taking a few steps back.

His face paled slightly.

He knew....

Ning Shu calmed down slightly, then opened her mouth and resolutely refused: "I just have a little low blood sugar, it's nothing serious... Thank you."

The man, seeing how resolute he was, could only say, "Alright."

After the other party has left.

Ning Shu knew, he had to find a place to hide and couldn't let others see him.

His fingers were faintly clenched white, and then he hurried over, his steps a little hurried and embarrassed.

Until.

Ning Shu saw a door that was slightly open, and most importantly, there was no one inside. He quickly walked in and then slammed the door shut.

His mind was filled with, "Why is this happening..."

Is the problem with that bottle of water

Ning Shu wasn't clear, his thinking ability had declined. And what he had just displayed was only the composure he had put on. In fact, Ning Shu now needed to rely on others very much. He slightly pursed his lips, revealing a vulnerable expression that he hadn't shown to outsiders before.

He took out his phone.

At least Ning Shu was still able to stand, leaning against the door.

Focus intently.

Then, he quickly found the contact information for Mr. Jin on his phone.

Ning Shu quickly found the person, because he had set Mr. Jin as the first point of contact from the beginning.

Then, he dialed out.

Ning Shu felt her hands trembling. She desperately wanted to hug herself and then slowly sat down, still looking at the door with fear, listening to the sounds outside, afraid that someone would come in.

The phone just rang a few times before being picked up— "Ningning."

A man's low voice came from over there.

"Why are you calling your husband now"

Ning Shu felt that her lips were almost unable to open. Her throat was tight, unable to speak, but she heard Jin Baiyan's voice, and that unspeakable grievance surged over her like a tidal wave.

"...Mr. Jin, could you please come and pick me up quickly..."

The head of the Jin family over there seemed to have knocked something over, and then his voice dropped slightly as he said, "Good."

He agreed immediately without even asking.

Ning Shu should have relaxed at this point, but for some reason, the grievance in his heart seemed to be even deeper. It was as if the more someone was pampered, the more their temper would become arrogant and willful.

"Don't hang up, tell your husband where you are"

From that direction, one could faintly hear Jin Baiyan instructing his assistant, his steps heavy and hurried.

Ning Shu's eyes were finally less moist, and his heart felt a little more at ease. Though, it seemed like the door could be opened at any moment outside.

He murmured softly, "...Mr. Jin, at school..."

Ningshu clutched her address in one hand, but couldn't quite remember it: "I don't know where this is. I'm in a room...Mr. Jin, I can't go out..."

“I'll be there soon, Ningning, please make sure the door is locked. The master will be here shortly.”

Jin Baiyan's voice spoke softly from there, but it carried a sense of peace.

Ning Shu blinked her eyes, pursed her lips, and a tear rolled down.

This feeling is too much, too helpless. Most importantly… he’s not like himself anymore. Maybe others can’t tell, but only Ning Shu would understand the torment within...

Ning Shu didn't know how long he had been there, sitting with his knees pulled to his chest.

It seems like a long time has passed, yet it also feels like no time at all.

Then he heard a series of knocks on the door outside, accompanied by the shouts of the head of the Jin family.

Ning Shu couldn't help but raise her hand, then stood up and went to open the door.

The instant he opened the door—

A tall figure enveloped him in a strong embrace.

Jin Baiyan held her in his arms and said in a low voice, "Ningning, my dear, Mr. is here."

Ning Shu seemed to have grasped a lifeline, clutching it tightly.

Then he pressed his face against the man's body and opened his mouth, panting, "…Mr. Jin…"

The voice sounded a little lost and frightened.

Jin Baiyan could only vaguely guess by the sound, but now seeing Ning Shu, the look in his eyes became even deeper. Like a hidden blizzard, he raised his hand while temporarily not having the heart to think about who the culprit was.

At this moment, only her own little boyfriend was in her eyes: "Sir, take you back."

......

Ning Shu didn't know where his phone had gone. He woke up one day and found his phone missing.

Looking at the calendar, her eyelashes quivered involuntarily.

And just as he had woken up, the door was pushed open.

The head of the Jin family, in his pajamas, walked in.

Her eyes were only on her boyfriend at the moment, brimming with a knowing and indulgent tenderness.

Ning Shu slightly opened her eyes, unable to help but lower them, then silently clenched her fist: "Mr. Jin..."

Jin Baiyan's eyes swept over the people.

Ning Shu's eyelashes trembled even more violently, her cheeks were now as red as an apple, perhaps even more so.

And then, the head of the Jin family let out a low chuckle and gently asked, "Ningning must be starving. What would you like to eat"

The head of the Jin family was strikingly handsome and had an imposing presence. He was both refined and noble.

However, old men also have a bad side, and Ning Shu unfortunately witnessed it all.

He took a deep breath, then pursed his lips before looking away and saying, “I want to eat congee, Mr. Jin.”

Jin Baiyan raised his hand, the hand wearing the string of beads touched the head of his little boyfriend: "Good, sir go down and get it done."

After the man left.

Ning Shu then, during this time period, painstakingly found her own phone.

Then as soon as he opened it, he received a message from Wang Cai: "Ning Shu, why didn't you come to school today Are you sick"

Ning Shu quickly replied, " ... no."

As for explanations, he had absolutely no intention of explaining...

And when Wang Cai received the message, he quickly said, "Okay, if you have any difficulties, you can ask me for help. Although you already have Mr. Jin, I may not be much help."

And while Ning Shu was contacting her contacts, there was also the matter of apologizing to Mr. Tang for missing their appointment.

Jin Baiyan has already brought the porridge over.

It is a bowl of lotus seed and silver ear soup.

He glanced at Ning Shu's face before slowly saying, "Originally I wanted Ning Ning to eat at the dining table, but now Ning Ning might need to rest, so sir will help carry it over."

Ning Shujian saw that the head of the Jin family wanted to feed her, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Mr. Jin, I'd rather eat by myself."

Jin Baiyan didn't stop him, just watched as he took the bowl.

Ning Shu ate a few bites, her eyelashes trembling constantly because she always felt that Jin Baiyan was watching her. She quickly bit her lip, knowing very clearly what had changed between them.

"Is it good This is my first time making it, so it might not be very familiar."

Jin Baiyan said slowly.

Ning Shu widened her eyes slightly, looked at the porridge in her hand, then at the man, and couldn't help but say: "...This is Mr. Jin, you made it"

He remembered that there was a dedicated cook at home, and the dishes were very satisfying to many people's taste buds.

But, why would Jin Baiyan personally cook

The answer is obvious.

Ning Shu pursed her lips slightly and said, "It's delicious, Mr. Jin. You don't have to make so much for me personally."

Although he had regained his own clear consciousness for a long time, he was really made to cry by Mr. Jin.

"Is one bowl of porridge considered a lot"

Jin Baiyan said slowly, "Then Ningning, wouldn't she have to thank me every day for such a small thing"up her mind, she had already thought about this day.But Xie D Shao was not satisfied with this marriage, even disgusted by it. Ning Shu would not be so self-deprecating; he had already made Xie Wen Qi...