Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

He Qu walked back to the manor with roasted gluten in one hand and a bag of skewers in the other.

The manor is brightly lit in the quiet night.

As soon as He Qu entered the manor, Jing Chang greeted him.

"Madam is back, and the food is still hot in the kitchen. Do you need to eat now?"

He Qu raised the food in his hand and said, "I've eaten it."

Jing Chang looked at the food packaging bag in his hand, "Okay madam, do you want these to be heated up?"

"No, it's kept warm."

Jing Chang nodded in agreement and said, "Your Highness is in the study."

He Qu paused when he heard this.

A minute later, He Qu knocked on the study door.

"Enter."

The light in the study was soft, and a man in a black and gold robe sat lazily by the window. There was a thick ancient book in front of him. He flicked his fingers in the void and turned a page.

He Qu stood at the door and looked at the man's profile. His long, silky hair was loosely tied into two strands and fell on the black robe to cover up the golden runes. He was as unpredictable as he was.

He raised the bag in his hand and said, "I'll treat you to some kebabs."

Cheng Yan looked up, his eyes moving from his face to the bag in his hand. The aroma of barbecue entered his nose, effortlessly invading the entire deserted study.

He didn't come in. He seemed to know that it was inappropriate to bring the barbecue into the study, or he just came to be polite with him.

But no matter what, the other party is giving steps.

Cheng Yan looked away and said quietly: "I don't eat junk food."

He Qu's hands froze, junk food?

He took a breath and suppressed a half-hearted smile, "Excuse me."

He put his hand on the door handle and was about to leave, when he heard a man's magnetic voice coming from behind, "Leave the things behind."

He Qu looked back and met the man's raised eyes, "Didn't you bring it to me?"

He Qu touched the tip of his tongue to the back of his teeth. This guy was probably embarrassed to eat in front of him.

He Qu walked to the table in a few steps, left the skewers behind, turned around and waved, "Master Ghost King, please use it slowly."

The door closed, and the excited dust in the study slowly became stagnant.

Cheng Yan continued to read, but his eyes gradually lost focus.

The vague fragrance of the skewers lingered around me. I looked in the direction of the skewers several times, and finally raised my hand to take the skewers over.

Cheng Yan picked up a bunch of fried and grilled eggplant boxes, looked up and down, hesitated for two seconds, and took a bite.

He put it down after just one bite and didn't touch the rest of the skewers.

As expected, human tastes cannot be trusted easily.

He Qu entered the guest bedroom and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, he was suffocated by the weight of his body.

You knew who it was without having to guess. In just a few breaths, Qi had already gathered in your hands.

But remembering the disparity in strength between the two, the Qi in his hand stopped again.

There was a low magnetic chuckle from behind, as if he had anticipated his movements.

He Qu elbowed behind him, "If I remember correctly, I entered the guest room."

The latter did not move at all, "This is my king's house."

He Qu had nothing to say. Who asked him to stay with someone else, or his nominal "wife"?

A smile flashed across Cheng Yan's eyes, and his breath sprayed on He Qu's neck, making him move uneasily.

"If you move again, I will have no choice but to continue the unfinished business of the wedding night."

His voice was mute, and He Qu felt the touch behind him and immediately became quiet.

But he continued to provoke, "The King of Ghosts is not very strong in concentration. If the King of Hell tries a beauty trick, wouldn't you be caught in it?"

"If the beauty is your wife, that's fine."

The big hand climbed up to his chest, and the cold fingertips moved gently, as if it would break his vulnerable neck in the next second.

He Qu felt chills all over his body, and the vigilance in his heart reached its peak.

Not right.

He Qu wanted to turn around and said, "You..." Are you possessed?

The unspoken words were drowned by the soft and cold lips. He Qu's eyes widened. The touch on his lips was so cold, as if he was about to lose consciousness due to the cold, and even his thinking stopped.

His big hands reached into his waist and abdomen, and the coolness was transmitted into the neural network along with the numbing touch. The strands connected together, wrapped around his consciousness, and pulled him into the boundless sea of ​​desire.

"No, you really don't mind being dirty?!" He Qu pushed the man on top of him with all his might, but the latter pinned him down.

What's even more frightening is that his Qi has also been suppressed.

There is absolutely no chance to resist!

Cheng Yan's eyes opened slightly, and the surging desire almost overwhelmed him. He spread his legs with one leg, and then tied his hands above his head, completely restraining him.

"Cheng Yan!! It's your uncle's! Fuck!"

"..."

In the darkness, the Sansheng silk on their wrists glowed faintly with red light.

?

The next day, Jing Chang knocked on the door of the master bedroom, but there was no response.

Jing Chang looked in the direction of the guest bedroom in confusion. Did His Highness sleep in the guest bedroom last night?

Thinking of the information he had found, Jing Chang was silent. Is there any need to report it to His Highness?

Guest bedroom.

Cheng Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and the memories of last night flooded into his mind, making him freeze.

He stiffly turned his head to look at the person lying beside him. When his eyes touched the red mark on the other person's neck, he was immediately stung and he quickly looked away.

A trace of annoyance appeared in his usually calm eyes. He took a minute to accept the fact before carrying him into the bathroom to clean up.

After cleaning up and putting the person back on the bed, Cheng Yan finished changing clothes, but He Qu was still awake.

Cheng Yan frowned, stepped forward to explore He Qu's forehead, and was startled by the unusually high temperature.

He quickly drained the sick energy out of He Qu's body, and after a while, his body temperature returned to normal.

Cheng Yan stared at his face in a daze, then pressed his heart again, with a complicated look on his face.

It turns out that disaster cannot be avoided.

One month ago, he would not have thought that he would be tempted by this human being, just as he was confident that he could avoid disaster.

Cheng Yan lowered his eyes and fell on the Sansheng silk on He Qu's wrist.

The color of the Sansheng silk was redder, making his wrists whiter.

The unclear ties between them become increasingly intertwined and complicated as their roots spread.

After gathering his thoughts, Cheng Yan tucked him in and got up to go out.

Seeing His Highness coming out, Jing Chang hurriedly came forward to greet him. Seeing His Highness walking towards the kitchen, she said, "Your Highness, the kitchen has cooked porridge."

Cheng Yan paused and looked back at her.

Seeing this, Jing Chang told all the things he had found in one go.

Cheng Yan didn't react after hearing this. He filled the porridge and went back to the room.

Opening the door softly, He Qu was already awake and staring at the ceiling where the body lay.

Cheng Yan's heart palpitated, and he walked to the bed and stood still, "How are you feeling? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

He Qu jumped up suddenly and hit him, "Do you feel uncomfortable? You ask me if I feel uncomfortable?! What were you doing when I asked you to stop last night!!"

Cheng Yan didn't hide and let him hit him with his fist filled with energy.

"Sorry, I can explain."

"What's there to explain? Do you still want to relive the details of last night?!"

He Qu was furious and his teeth were itching with hatred, but he was really afraid that the scene last night would happen again.

In comparison, Cheng Yan's mood is much more stable, "Three raw silks will intensify the desire to control, which is the main reason why I lost control last night."

"I have found a way to cut off the three living threads, but I am still looking for what I need. I will leave this manor to you. I will return to the Ghost King's Mansion later. The money on the card is all for you."

Finally, he bowed his head apologetically, "I'm sorry for making you feel wronged."

He Qu found it funny that he had distanced himself from the relationship.

"that's it?"

Cheng Yan raised his eyes and indicated that he could ask for anything he wanted.

He Qu grinded his teeth and sneered mockingly, "Get out."