Banana Panic

  Overwhelming shame flushed Nian Jinsui’s face crimson in an instant, then the rosy hue rapidly spread across his entire body. “Suisui, you’ve been naughty, so you deserve to be punished. Don’t be shy—you’ve hit me with a ruler before too, remember?” “I only hit your hand!” “Suisui once said that sometimes people have strange, sudden impulses, and that’s completely normal. So, since I want to do this, you’ll understand, right?” As Qin Chengyu spoke, his hands never stopped moving. “I don’t understand! You pervert! Let me go!” Qin Chengyu pinned Nian Jinsui down firmly and demanded, “Suisui, tell me—what did you say to Chu Heting today? Was it the same as at the Imperial Tower before? Did you tell him you like him, that your heart belongs only to him, that you’d divorce me anytime if he’d have you? Was it?” “I didn’t! Liang’an was there—how could I possibly say those things?” Nian Jinsui tried to push him away, but Qin Chengyu seized his wrists and twisted them behind his back. “Su...

In the photo, Huaixu was dressed in pure white, his head slightly bowed as he played the guqin, his expression focused and solemn. The delicate contours of his profile were perfectly outlined, accentuating his bright, handsome features—so flawless he seemed like a painting come to life. His fair skin, illuminated by the stage lights, seemed to glow radiantly, forming a striking contrast with his thick, dark lashes. His lips, tinted with a soft pink balm, resembled the tender sweetness of a ripe peach, and the faint upward curve of his mouth made it impossible not to be drawn into the enchanting musical world alongside him. But what captivated the viewer wasn’t just Huaixu’s face—it was also his hands on the strings. His hands were extraordinarily beautiful—slender fingers, straight and elegant, with perfectly trimmed oval nails. The veins on the back of his hands faintly surfaced with each movement, and under the stage lights, his skin looked as smooth and white as jade, even the joint...