Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Ji Yan was completely defenseless, and her body tensed subconsciously due to the unfamiliar and sudden closeness.

He raised his head and saw a dark color in his eyes, like the calm before a rainstorm.

The young man was also impulsive and hesitant at the moment.

The hand originally pressing on Ji Yan's shoulder had a tendency to relax.

Da da da--

"Comrade Xiao Ji, come in and eat." Aunt Zhang approached with a shuffling sound of slippers.

Ji Yan came to her senses and pushed Lu Yan. At this moment, the young man also behaved.

She exhaled softly and pulled the corner of Lu Yan's clothes uncomfortably with her fingers.

"It's time to go in."

The young man was silent, and the emotion in his eyes gradually calmed down. At this moment, he seemed to realize that his behavior just now was a bit excessive.

He stepped away, and Aunt Zhang also walked to the door at this moment.

Xiaobao told her that there was a big brother outside the door, but when she saw the boy's appearance clearly, Aunt Zhang couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat and her expression was a little ugly.

Lu Yan was used to it and wanted to leave when he saw the situation.

When I turned around, I felt a resistance.

The eldest lady was still tugging at the hem of his clothes, so he turned around.

Ji Yan shook her head gently at him, meaning don't leave.

Somehow, Lu Yan listened to her and stopped leaving.

Aunt Zhang finally came to her senses, tried her best to smile and said, "Since you're here, let's stay for dinner, kid."

Lu Yan looked at Ji Yan, who bent her eyes and nodded towards him.

The young man pursed his lips and made a hum.

The two of them made a tacit agreement not to mention what had just happened, and walked into the small courtyard one after another.

main room.

Ji Yan and Lu Yan sat opposite Aunt Zhang and his wife, while Xiaobao sat alone.

The small small table is full of dishes, which is very rich.

Xiaobao's father stood up and poured a glass of wine for Lu Yan: "Xiao Yan, my aunt and I both know what you think. Hey, you have been wronged during this time after your father's accident."

The young man was quiet and just shook his head when he heard the other party's words.

"Don't mention the unhappy ones. We're all eating vegetables. Don't be polite. They're going to be cold soon." Aunt Zhang agreed, adding a few pieces of meat to Xiaobao's bowl.

Ji Yan also immersed herself in eating. Aunt Zhang asked her some questions about the city from time to time, and Ji Yan also answered them.

Aunt Zhang seems to be very interested in the outside world, and it happens that Ji Yan is from there.

Ji Yan also likes to chat with Aunt Zhang, and she also likes to read and share things.

Lu Yan had already discovered that the eldest lady seemed to take everything seriously.

Just like Aunt Zhang asked endless questions in a barrage, she could answer them tirelessly.

No one pays attention to himself, which is Lu Yan's comfort zone. He doesn't know when he started to hide himself.

Probably only his extraordinary talent in learning can make him shine.

Ji Yan said she was tired and stopped to take a sip of water. When she lowered her eyes, she saw that the edge of the boy's bowl was clean, and then she noticed that he hardly picked up the vegetables. He held the chopsticks with his beautiful fingers and only picked up the rice in the bowl.

He is obviously a villain, but he makes himself look very pitiable.

Ji Yan pursed her lips, took a piece of fish with chopsticks and put it into Lu Yan's bowl.

"The fish cooked by aunt is very delicious, you can try it."

Her voice is very soft, soft, waxy, and very well-behaved.

The young man lowered his head and seemed stunned for a moment.

Ji Yan put spinach in his bowl again and looked at the boy beside her.

The boy has fair skin, beautiful eyelashes, cold and fragile.

The discomfort caused by being watched made him tighten his fingers slightly, and then said: "Thank you."

Aunt Zhang also noticed the silent young man at this moment.

Only then did I realize that I had been negligent and failed to fulfill my duty as a landlord and entertain the guests well.

He repeatedly blamed himself: "Oh, look at me, I'm so careless and careless about eating vegetables, Xiao Yan, is it that what my aunt cooked is not to your liking?"

Xiao Bao's father also said: "What does Xiao Yan like to eat? I'll ask your aunt to cook it for you tomorrow, and Comrade Xiao Ji will come too."

Suddenly surrounded by good intentions, the young man felt a little uncomfortable.

It turns out that compared to accepting malice from others, kindness will make people wonder how to deal with it.

He had little experience in this area, so he seemed a little at a loss and embarrassed.

Suddenly, there was a soft and delicate touch on my hand.

Lu Yan froze.

Under the table, Ji Yan gently held the boy's hand.

Lu Yan turned his head to look at her.

She didn't show it on her face, but soon she couldn't hold herself any longer, and her eyelashes trembled a few times.

Seeing this scene, the young man couldn't help but slightly curve his lips.

Then he said to the two elders: "The food you cooked is to my liking."

Aunt Zhang immediately beamed and smiled: "As long as you like it, eat more."

"Ah."

Because of Lu Yan's participation, this meal seemed to take an extra long time.

When the two returned home, it was already dark.

Ji Yan tidied the floor and lay on it after washing.

She still remembered what happened last time. This time, in order to prevent herself from sleepwalking, she pressed the quilt tightly under her body, almost wrapping herself into a silkworm chrysalis.

When Lu Yan came in, he paused for a moment, and a faint smile appeared in his beautiful eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

He went to the desk to do the questions.

Ji Yan couldn't sleep, so she rested her chin on the corner of the quilt and peeked openly.

The young man had a good figure, sitting upright, and his wrist bones were so white that they almost glowed under the lamp. He was so delicate and beautiful that Ji Yan couldn't help but move her gaze downwards.

The boy's shoes and socks have been removed after cleaning, and his thin ankles are clearly visible. The black trousers are wrapped close to the skin, with clear black and white, like a natural work of art.

With her beauty by her side, the eldest lady soon became sleepy and fell asleep.

By the time Lu Yan stopped writing, Ji Yan had fallen into a deep sleep.

He packed his things, turned off the lights, and was about to go to bed when he noticed that Ji Yan had kicked off the quilt at some point.

In fact, Ji Yan is a good sleeper. She kicked off the quilt today because she was wrapped too tightly and felt hot after falling asleep.

Lu Yan walked over silently, bent down, and gently held the quilt with his fingers.

Lifting it up, his eyes fell on the girl's fair face again.

As if facing him, the eldest lady frowned in her sleep and kicked off the quilt again.

Lu Yan: "..."

Pull well again.

In order to prevent her from kicking the quilt again, he bent down and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for her.

Before getting up, his eyes couldn't help but fall.

He thought of the bamboo dragonfly again.

Lu Yan's mind wandered and he subconsciously prepared to straighten up.

At this time, a beautiful and fair hand stretched out from the quilt, and scratched randomly in the air. It was not painful or itchy, but without any precautions, the young man's body immediately lost its center of gravity and fell down.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Lu Yan's eyes, and the next second, his lips felt cold.

Although he urgently put his arms on the quilt before falling down, his lips and teeth still pressed against Ji Yan's lips, neither lightly nor hard.

By the time the young man reacted, they were already firmly attached to each other.

It felt soft and unfamiliar.

The senses are amplified at night, and the touch on the lips and the wisps of fragrance rushing into the nose make the mind go blank.

It was as if he had lost the ability to think, leaving only the most instinctive movements.

The young man's beautiful eyes dimmed, his lips moved, and the slight feeling of friction was infinitely magnified at night.