The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

The next few weeks passed very uneventfully.

In addition to reviewing his homework, Lin Bai, who had been so entangled before, also stopped, and he would just pass by if he met him occasionally.

The tight strings in Song Jiu's mind finally relaxed.

Don’t worry about revealing your secrets anymore, just focus on your review and goals.

It has been a few months since he came to this small world. He has gradually adapted to the rhythm of high school and the life here. However, he has never been able to blend in.

Song Jiu stubbornly believed that he would not stay in the small world for too long.

Sooner or later it will break away.

But the mission made no progress.

After following the target for so long, Song Jiu still knew nothing about the target's preferences, let alone any favorite things.

Communication with the target is limited to a series of trivial matters such as buying water, carrying a backpack, and doing questions.

Song Jiu had no chance to test it, so the progress of the task naturally stagnated unprecedentedly.

At the current snail-like speed, it was impossible to complete the task, and his whole body was almost numb.

One day, after a large-scale exam, the grade department decided to take a day off and let the senior high school students go home to relax and recharge their batteries.

Hearing the news, Song Jiu was overjoyed.

This vacation is an excellent opportunity and a breakthrough in the mission.

After finishing all the subjects and leaving the campus, Song Jiu followed closely behind the target.

He clenched his schoolbag strap with his fingers and spoke hesitantly.

"Shen Xueshen, um... there is a big question on the math test paper that I have no idea about. I want... to ask for advice..."

The tall boy in front suddenly stopped when he heard this.

If Song Jiu hadn't been paying attention to the boy's movements, he would have bumped into him by now.

"is it?"

The boy turned around with doubt in his voice: "Who scores more than 140 points every time?"

The high school mathematics test can score more than 140 points, which means that you can't make mistakes in multiple-choice questions and fill-in-the-blank questions, and you can only leave one big question, and you must score half of the points.

At Song Jiu's usual level, he would never run out of ideas.

He doesn’t even draft a lie, he’s so stupid.

Shen Han snorted, feeling angry and funny.

Song Jiu obviously didn't expect this and was stunned.

When he was thinking about how to get over it, the boy turned around and left.

Song Jiu quickly grabbed the boy's big hand, his mind became hot, and the words in his heart blurted out.

"I just want to be with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall body in front of him suddenly shook, as if he felt unbelievable. He stayed in place for several seconds before reacting.

The boy turned his head, his eyes filled with bottomless darkness, and said word by word: "What did you say?"

Those pure black eyes were obscure and unpredictable, like a cold abyss, staring at his prey indifferently.

Just wait for the opportunity to cruelly drag the prey into the darkness, crushing the soul and leaving nowhere to escape.

The boy stood against the light, and Song Jiu was completely shrouded in shadow by the huge shadow.

He couldn't see the boy's expression clearly, but he could only see a pair of eye-catching black eyes, which were terrifyingly bright.

Unable to resist the powerful aura, Song Jiu's eyes slowly turned red.

Because of fear, his voice sounded a little shaky: "I...I just, just..."

The beautiful peach blossom eyes are outlined with a sultry red line, and the black and white eyes are covered with a shallow film of water.

It's as clean and translucent as the first clear sky after the rain, and it's gentle and pleasant. You can't help but hold it in the palm of your hand and take pity on it.

Shen Han couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe away the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes with his thumb.

The rough fingertips scratched the delicate skin, leaving a faint red mark.

Tsk, squeamish.

"Okay, why are you crying? Did I bully you?"

Shen Han put his hands into his trouser pockets angrily and said angrily: "Just follow me and put away your useless tears."

Upon hearing this, Song Jiu burst into laughter and quickly followed.

……

Half an hour later, a low-key and luxurious black car stopped steadily in front of the villa gate.

The servants who were pruning branches and leaves in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and spontaneously lined up in two neat rows by the gate, bowing deeply.

"Welcome home, young master."

The old butler, dressed in a tuxedo, opened the car door respectfully.

"Master."

A long, slender and powerful leg stretched out of the car door, and then a tall figure stood up.

The man did not go to the villa door as usual, but turned around and stretched out his hand toward the car.

Just when the old housekeeper was puzzled by the young master's strange behavior, a hand that was one size smaller placed on the young master's big hand.

Following the force, the people in the car stumbled out of the car.

He turned out to be a stunning-looking boy.

Even though the old butler was weathered and experienced, and had seen countless beauties like crucian carp crossing the river, he still had to marvel at the boy's stunning appearance.

If it were placed in the upper class society, it would probably make countless powerful chaebols obsessed with it and go crazy.

He seizes it by any means and becomes a canary that never sees the light of day.

With such a rare appearance, no wonder the young master, who never brings people back to his old house, would lower his body to greet them personally.

The other hand thoughtfully covered the top frame of the car door, fearing that the boy would accidentally hit it and get hurt.

Really pampering.

No matter how frightened he was, the old butler's expression remained unchanged and he calmly directed the servants to arrange dinner.

Shen Han walked towards the old house holding his soft little hand and turned his head to give instructions to the old housekeeper.

"Prepare some sweets, not too greasy."

"Okay, young master, I will arrange for the kitchen to do it immediately."

After serving in Shen's house for more than ten years, I naturally know that the young master never eats sweets, so it is self-evident who made this dessert.

Without asking any further questions, the old butler gave the order to the black square at the hem of his clothes.

Song Jiu followed Shen Han into the luxurious mansion.

Along the way, his bright black eyes kept wandering around, curiously looking at the luxurious and elegant decoration of the house.

The most eye-catching thing is that there are many paintings hanging on the walls.

There were paintings of all styles, some antique classical paintings, some landscape paintings depicting objects and scenes, and some paintings he couldn't understand.

But roses appear in most of the paintings, in various shapes and colors, which shows the artist's superb painting skills.

Unconsciously, Song Jiu came to a bedroom with cold colors.

There is a large bed in the center of the bedroom, a desk against the wall, and a window with a view. The decoration is extremely simple.

Everything was neatly placed, but because it was too tidy, it looked uninviting and cold.

In such an environment, Song Jiu felt a little dull and depressed.

"Does the painting on the wall just now look good?"

A low voice came to his ears, and he came back to his senses. He thought about it briefly and gave an answer.

"Of course they are beautiful, but although the roses in those paintings are beautiful, they are empty inside, as if... they have no soul."