Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

"I do."

"I don't care about anyone else, I only care about you."

"Anyway, one more of me won't make a difference."

"Please let me stay, okay?"

Who could bear to see someone with Harry's face, looking at you with those bright, clear green eyes, filled with tender sorrow?

Like jade soaked with rainwater.

It left people feeling wet.

At this moment, Shen Mingchao felt that he suddenly understood the teachings of the Church. When he read Harry Potter back then, no matter how immersed he was in it, he was just a reader. He had no personal experience and no empathy.

Now this touch of emerald green has entered her world.

Overwhelmed by intense emotions, she closed her eyes, trying to clear her head.

The person in front of her was as straightforward as ever. She had only casually asked, "Why are you here?" and he immediately followed up with, "I do."

As if he had flipped a switch, he started spouting nonsensical nonsense.

but--

She actually understood.

Shen Mingchao couldn't help but sigh, "This person is really straightforward."

She wasn't unaware of Li Chu and the others' intentions, but everyone was pretending not to understand. Perhaps they didn't know how to bring it up, or perhaps they were afraid of the awkwardness that would follow, so they put aside their purpose and used some childish methods to lighten the mood.

As a result, when this person arrived, he exposed all this frivolous behavior and blatantly revealed his future intentions to her.

She was shocked at first, but gradually she realized that it was not surprising at all that the White Snake could say such things.

The White Snake was a straightforward person by nature.

So, should we respond?

What kind of response should we give?

If I agree, wouldn't it be too hasty? If I don't agree, won't he be sad?

Does this make "Harry" sad?

I can't bear to do it.

It was at least one of her favorite roles.

Damn it, it seems that the White Snake is not only straightforward, but also as cunning as his name suggests!

Just as Shen Mingchao was unable to make up his mind, the white snake in front of him suddenly leaned down and approached.

His warm, long breaths brushed against her earlobe intermittently, sending a tingling sensation down her ear tips and down her neck.

Before Shen Mingchao could even dodge, a deep, husky voice reached her ears:

"always".

She froze instantly.

This is more than just a word, at least for those who have read Harry Potter.

That description involuntarily surfaced in my mind:

[He lived for 38 years, spent 9 years waiting for her, 22 years repenting for calling her a "mud seed," 4 minutes embracing her cold body, 7 years protecting her son, and in his last second looking one last time into those identical eyes.]

The lilies in Spider's End no longer bloom, and the bats have spread their wings and flown to the other side.

[Always is a person's heaviest and longest confession.]

It's obvious that the fact that the White Snake could say that English phrase is enough to prove that he knew the story behind it.

This wasn't just simple role-playing; this person clearly put thought and preparation into it.

Long ago, the White Snake had discerned Shen Mingchao's favorite thing through careful observation.

A novel called Harry Potter.

He learned to swim from his father from a young age. His father said it was a skill that would sustain him for life, and mastering it was enough. As for further education, his family wasn't destined for that. So he didn't receive much formal education.

But he was really curious why a novel could fascinate Shen Mingchao so much.

Driven by this curiosity, he went to the bookstore almost against his will, and when the heavy book landed in his hands, he made a decision.

He wanted to understand its special features and find the beautiful woman within.

Even when he was out working, he was never idle.

However, holding a book in his hands, he was quite an oddball in his environment.

Some people even mocked him, picking up the book, flipping through a few pages, and asking him with disdain if he was still breastfeeding, since he was reading such childish children's books.

He snatched the book back and then kicked the man into the water.

That was a technician in the team who couldn't cook, probably a newcomer, who was foolish enough to offend someone so blatantly.

When the water first entered the man's mouth, he cursed him angrily. But as he gradually lost strength and watched the water enter his mouth and nose, he realized he was scared and kept repeating "Help!"

In the past, he would never have pulled someone out of the water when they cried for help.

But now it's different.

He doesn't care about people's well-being; he's just worried that if something really happens to him, it will damage his reputation.

Especially those ruthless bastards who will ruin your life. If you do even the slightest mistake, they will hold you accountable and make a big deal out of it, showing no mercy whatsoever.

For example, right now.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bai She could clearly see several cold gazes behind Shen Mingchao. He had no doubt that if Shen Mingchao hadn't been there, he would have been torn to pieces by these people.

However, when he clearly sensed the malice from his rival, he felt not fear, but excitement.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.

He knew they wouldn't dare to act rashly.

The white snake withdrew its gaze, its emerald green eyes fixed on Shen Mingchao. Its tone softened, and it reached out to tug at her sleeve, its thin lips parting slightly.

"Ming Dynasty,"

"I don't want to love you secretly when no one's around. Let's not miss this opportunity, okay?"

Meeting the white snake's gaze, Shen Mingchao felt his thoughts were in turmoil.

The White Snake's combination of moves was far more sincere than that previous waist chain thing.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't moved at all.

But when did this guy become so good at this? She seriously suspected that someone was guiding him behind the scenes.

But it must be said, she found it hard to refuse.

Her gaze fell on the lightning bolt pattern on the young man's forehead, and she asked, "Fake?"

The white snake touched its forehead.

It felt smoother than before; the scar had long since disappeared without a trace.

However, this lightning bolt pattern is not fake.

He shook his head. "No, it's true."

He originally intended to use fake temporary tattoos, but he didn't like using fake ones in this kind of situation, so he changed his mind.

The White Snake told the truth: "I had it tattooed on. If you don't like it, I can get it removed."

Shen Mingchao chuckled: "It's not bad-looking at all."

Compared to Harry, this tattoo on the White Snake's face looks more like something out of the ordinary.

Ugh.

Fine, for Harry's sake.

Shen Mingchao sighed softly to himself, and under the white snake's hopeful gaze, slowly spoke:

"Since you've already gotten the tattoo, you might as well keep it."

Double entendre.