Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

"Why...is it you?"

Why is Mo Jin Mo Chen?

There was definitely no mistaking the soul aura on his body, but before... she had never sensed his aura.

what happened?

The girl's tone was questioning and confused, perhaps because she was too shocked, there was no disgust on her delicate face, but the meaning of her words was very clear.

It wasn't him she came to see last night.

Mo Jin curled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery.

He knew she had the wrong person.

But after hearing these words, his heart, which had long been numbed by pain, still ached involuntarily, and he couldn't help but want to press it with his hands to relieve it. He also couldn't help but want to do something to divert the heart-wrenching pain.

"I won't tell him."

He suddenly covered her eyes gently and kissed her on the lips.

He spoke masochistically.

"Qianqian, don't worry. The person you called last night won't know...that we were so close."

Lan Qian's body stiffened for a moment.

No words were spoken.

Mo Jin did not answer her question, but said in a normal tone: "Who could Qianqian have come to see last night? If it was that person, would he treat you the same way as I did... like he did last night?"

Too bad it was him last night.

He wanted her to know clearly what happened between them last night, a fact that could never be changed.

Lan Qian didn't know how to answer for a moment. It happened too suddenly. All the things that happened with Mo Jin before came to her mind all at once.

Very messy.

Mo Jin didn't seem to care about her silence. He stood up, put on his clothes, and kissed the girl's lips again. His voice was infinitely gentle: "Now, Qianqian will never forget me, right?"

The blue eyes trembled slightly.

The scene of her leaving came back to my mind.

"Will you remember me?"

The light of the setting sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows under the shade of the trees. The handsome man speaks in a soft tone, and his eyes as he gazes at her are full of hidden emotions.

Such an affectionate look made her subconsciously want to avoid it.

She didn't want to give him unnecessary hope, and followed her usual attitude towards him, ignoring the inexplicable strangeness in her heart, and said coldly without hesitation: "No."

Those two simple and indifferent words, like the sharpest blade, pierced his heart fiercely.

He lowered his head slightly and said nothing more.

She didn't look back either.

……

The room regained its peace.

Mo Jin left after saying that, and no one knew where he went. Lan Qian was left alone in the room. She slowly got up and put on her clothes one by one.

"What about him?"

Lan Qian's voice was very low.

【Host……】

Little Dumpling didn't dare to say that the host had left the inn, as the host's condition didn't seem right.

"Leaving, huh..."

Lan Qian lowered her eyes slightly.

After a while, she stood up. Her face was still a little pale. She raised her hand and gently covered her chest, then slowly walked out of the room and left the inn.

Not long after Lan Qian left, a slender figure appeared in the room. Looking at the empty room, his eyes darkened.

……

Lan Qian left the town alone. Outside the town were woods. She walked aimlessly, as if she had no direction at all.

Finally, she couldn't help but hold her chest.

Vomited blood.

The air not far behind me seemed to fluctuate momentarily.

[Host, how are you? ]

Little Dumpling was anxious.

The ground was dyed blood red, which looked so glaring, but Lan Qian seemed not to notice.

"I didn't recognize him. I didn't recognize him..."

Thinking back to the time she spent with Mo Jin, Mingming had a familiar throbbing feeling in her heart at that time, but she had preconceivedly denied him and deliberately suppressed and ignored that trace of emotion in her heart.

She didn't know why she couldn't sense his presence before.

But it was a fact that she hurt him.

More than once.

"He's in the back, isn't he?"

Lan Qian's voice was unexpectedly calm. She held onto the tree trunk next to her with one hand and covered her heart with the other. She had vomited blood due to anger and looked very weak.

【Host……】

The little dumpling was cautious.

This was the first time in such a long time that it saw its host in such a state. It was traumatized both physically and mentally, and its mood was lower than ever before, as if it had lost all its brilliance and strength in an instant.

[The present host. 】

It whispered.

The master has been following the host since she left the inn. Although it doesn't know why he didn't show up, it understands that the master must be protecting the host in secret.

"That's good……"

Lan Qian curled the corners of her lips and smiled silently.

Little Dumpling was wondering why the host suddenly laughed, but the next moment, his host fainted without any warning.

【Host! 】

It yelled worriedly.

Just as Lan Qian was about to faint on the ground, a tall figure appeared beside her almost instantly, and before she fell to the ground, she fell into a gentle embrace.