Quick Wear: Villain Happiness System

However, he did not let down his guard because he knew that this was only a temporary calm and the female in her manic phase could lose control again at any time.

Therefore, he controlled his mental power and kept patrolling the other party's mind. After making sure that the other party's mental power had calmed down, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Shen Yan stood up and nodded to the female guard.

He knew that he had completed his mission and now all he had to do was wait for the female cheetah to recover on her own.

"You continue to observe his condition. If there is anything abnormal, notify me immediately." Shen Yan reminded.

"Yes, sir." The female guard replied respectfully.

Shen Yan slowly turned around and walked out of the isolation room with heavy steps. He silently turned on the light computer and stared at the time on the screen. His heart sank. It was already past 10 o'clock in the evening.

He never thought that it would take so long to appease the female. His expression became more and more anxious, and his pace unconsciously quickened.

As he walked hurriedly, he muttered to himself: "I wonder how long Rocks has been waiting for me? Has he returned home now?" When he thought of this, Shen Yan's heart was filled with guilt and uneasiness.

He hurriedly dialed Rocks's projection video phone, but there was no response from the other end of the phone. A sense of loss surged in his heart, and his brows knitted tightly.

Then, he sent another message to Mo An. After learning that Rocks had returned home, he finally felt relieved.

"Sir, I will take you back." The female guard stood in front of him, her eyes revealing a hint of concern, and asked him softly.

Shen Yan nodded slightly, indicating his agreement. Not long after, the car stopped steadily at the door of the house.

After Shen Yan got off the car, he hurried into the house. He looked around anxiously, then walked straight towards Mo An and asked, "Is Rocks upstairs?"

Mo An replied respectfully, "Yes, sir. After Zhengfu came back tonight, he worked out for a long time during training. He might be a little tired, so he went back to the bedroom."

Shen Yan nodded slightly and hurried up the stairs. When he opened the bedroom door, his pupils suddenly shrank.

There was blood at the corner of Rocks' mouth, and his body was covered with many shocking bloodstains.

His eyes were bloodshot, revealing a sense of madness and pain, and he stared straight at Shen Yan.

Rocks was having a manic episode and was suffering greatly both physically and mentally.

Shen Yan felt a sharp pain in his heart. He quickly stepped forward and carefully held Rocks in his arms, as if he was the most precious treasure in the world.

His eyes were full of heartache and self-blame.

"Ayan." Rocks tried hard to control his spirit, and murmured softly while looking at the person in front of him with his remaining consciousness.

Shen Yan gently wiped the blood from the corner of Locke's mouth with his fingers, his movements were so gentle as if he was afraid to hurt him in the slightest. He whispered, "I'm here, it's okay, I will help you calm down."

He was filled with self-blame. How could he be so careless that he didn't notice that Rocks had mental problems.

He clearly knew that Rocks wanted to marry Charlest because his mental power had reached a violent stage.

But he was so focused on developing his relationship with Rocks that he neglected such an important matter.

At this moment, Shen Yan picked up the person and placed him on the bed. He wanted to use his mental power to comfort Rocks, but he felt a sharp pain in his mind.

His expression suddenly changed, he...his mental strength was overdrawn.

He looked down at Rocks lying on the bed, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Rocks, can you please leave you to me?" His voice was a little low and his breath was a little unstable.

Rocks' eyes were a little blurry, but he could still see the worry and determination on Shen Yan's face. He nodded slightly and gave his body and spirit to Shen Yan.

Shen Yan lowered his head and kissed his lips, while his fingers gently explored Rocks' body.

Rocks felt his body being tightly wrapped by Shen Yan, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

Their kiss became deeper and deeper, as if they wanted to devour each other's souls. Rocks' body began to get hotter and hotter, and he felt his heartbeat speeding up, as if it was going to jump out of his chest.

Shen Yan's fingers gently stroked his skin, causing him to shudder. Locks felt as if he was ignited, and his body began to twist involuntarily, catering to Shen Yan's movements.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, as if they wanted to merge into each other.

Rocks felt his consciousness becoming blurred. He seemed to be in a cloud of mist and could only feel Shen Yan's presence.

It was unknown how long it took before Rocks gradually regained consciousness and his mental strength returned to calm.

He opened his eyes and saw Shen Yan looking at him quietly with a satisfied and happy smile on his face.

"Awake." Shen Yan's voice was as soft as a dream talk. His fingers gently brushed the strands of hair on Rocks' forehead. His movements were delicate and gentle, as if he was protecting a precious treasure.

Rocks felt Shen Yan's touch, the warmth of his fingertips brushed across his skin like a spring breeze, bringing a tingling sensation.

At this moment, Rocks seemed to be able to hear the voice deep in his heart, which was his dependence and attachment to Shen Yan.

Shen Yan seemed to understand Rocks' thoughts. He leaned down and gently kissed Rocks on the forehead.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you some porridge." Shen Yan's voice was full of concern, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Rocks nodded slightly, and a faint "hmm" came out of his throat.

Shen Yan stood up and left, his figure gradually blurred in Rocks's sight.

Rocks lay quietly on the bed, feeling the faint scent left by Shen Yan in the room, and an indescribable warmth surged in his heart.

After a while, Shen Yan came in with a bowl of steaming porridge. He carefully placed it on the table beside Rocks' bed, then helped Rocks up and let him lean against the head of the bed.

"Drink slowly, don't burn yourself." Shen Yan's tone was full of concern. He picked up the bowl, blew it gently with a spoon, and then brought it to Rocks' mouth.

Rocks opened his mouth and drank. The porridge was of moderate temperature and had a delicate taste. While drinking the porridge, he glanced at Shen Yan from time to time.

Looking at Rocks' little movements, Shen Yan's heart was filled with tenderness.

After finishing the porridge, Shen Yan took the bowl and gently put it aside.

He sat on the edge of the bed, holding Rocks' hand and looking at him tenderly.