Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Mo Chen shifted his gaze slightly, with a hint of unnaturalness.

"I……"

What is he here for?

"Let me help you blow dry your hair," he said, his eyes falling calmly on the still wet hair, "Sleeping with wet hair is not good for your health."

"Okay."

Lan Qian turned sideways to let him enter the room.

In front of the desk in the room, Lan Qian was sitting on a chair and Mo Chen was standing with a hair dryer. He was blowing the hair carefully and attentively, picking up the girl's hair strand by strand and blowing it dry bit by bit.

The two were very close to each other, and it seemed as if the scent of the girl was everywhere in their breath. They were obviously using the same shampoo and shower gel, but the girl's scent was always stronger.

The hair was finally dried and lay softly on the girl's shoulders.

It also covered up the white and creamy skin.

"It's done," he put the hair dryer away, took the girl's hand and stood up, and walked to the bed, "It's late, have a good rest."

After seeming to hesitate for a moment, he asked again:

"Are you scared of what happened today?"

Lan Qian glanced at him, with a hint of doubt between her delicate eyebrows: "I have already discussed this issue in the car."

"Ah."

Mo Chen lowered his eyes.

"I want to confirm it again."

In fact, he was the one who was afraid.

He was afraid that the girl would distance herself from him and leave him because of these things.

But no matter what, he didn't want to let her go.

"I don't..." Lan Qian was about to answer, but paused after saying two words. She thought of something, her beautiful eyes moved slightly, and then she looked at him and said, "I'm not afraid now, but I'm afraid I'll have a nightmare later. Otherwise...can you sleep with me tonight?"

Hearing this, Mo Chen was suddenly stunned.

There was something vaguely focused in the depths of the tea-brown eyes, which looked somewhat deep and dark.

He seemed not to have heard clearly, and asked her in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Qianqian...what did you say?"

"Stay with me."

Lan Qian seemed not to notice the change in his eyes. She put her arms around his waist and snuggled up to him: "What if I have a nightmare tonight and you're not by my side? So you have to stay with me."

The girl's body temperature was transmitted to him through the thin clothes. He could feel it clearly. There seemed to be no reason to hesitate about this matter. He moved his lips slightly:

"I'm good."

This was the first time they had slept in the same bed since they became boyfriend and girlfriend, and Mo Chen didn't dare to get too close.

Not for any other reason, just because he has almost no self-control towards girls.

But Lan Qian didn't just want him to accompany her.

Then, at some point, the girl came closer and closer, and one of her delicate little hands reached into the man's bathrobe, as if accidentally touching the man's solid chest.

"Qianqian?"

Mo Chen stiffened his body.

For some reason, the voice became a little hoarse.

"what happened?"

Lan Qian seemed unable to understand the meaning in his voice and poked his solid chest with her soft fingers, as if testing whether his chest was harder or her fingers were stronger.

"What are you doing?"

The man's tone was calm, as if he had no emotions.

Lan Qian continued to poke him, but after a while she seemed to lose interest and moved her fingertips gently downwards to the solid and powerful abdominal muscles on his waist and abdomen.

"Wonder how many abs you have."

The delicate fingertips slowly slid along the lines of the abdominal muscles, and each time they touched a piece, they would poke it a few times, neither lightly nor heavily, as if they were playing with some interesting toy and never got tired of it.

One, two, three...

The man's breathing barely changed.

After counting the last piece, the girl's hand didn't seem to stop, and then... a big hand grabbed the small hand that wanted to continue making trouble.

"Qianqian."

The man held her hand, his expression calm, but his eyes, which were usually calm and peaceful, were now filled with an unfathomable darkness in their tea-brown color. He looked at her quietly as if he was a ferocious beast that was about to devour everything.

"I'm a normal man."

"so?"

Lan Qian tilted her head, as if unaware of the danger.

"So," he closed his eyes slightly, trying to suppress the surging desire in his heart, but when he opened his eyes again, the rich lust had not dissipated much, "If you continue like this, you will be in danger."

"Be good and stop moving."

He had warned her.

he thinks.

But the hand that was holding the girl was just holding on, without moving at all. In fact, the girl's soft fingertips were still poking on his abdominal muscles, warm, as if he had forgotten to move her away.

"OK then."

Lan Qian moved the hand away as if sighing.

The man seemed reluctant to let go and unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand, but fortunately the girl did not completely retract her hand and instead began to play with the big hand that was holding hers.

Mo Chen sighed secretly.

I don’t know if the emotion in my heart is loss or something else.

After a while, Lan Qian spoke again:

"Mo Chen, today is my birthday."

"Ah."

The man spoke in a low voice.

"You haven't given me my birthday present yet."

The man was silent for a moment: "I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"But I want it now," she slowly turned over to him, her eyes were pure and charming, her delicate face was like the most beautiful rose, tempting people to pick it, "I want a most special gift, will you give it to me?"

Seeing the girl like this, the dim light in Mo Chen's eyes seemed to become even stronger. He lowered his voice:

"What is it?"

Lan Qian smiled and said softly:

"you."

As soon as the words fell, the dim light in the depths of the brown eyes seemed to solidify instantly. The air was silent for a few seconds, and then, a pair of big hands slowly grasped the girl's waist. With a flip, the two switched positions. Mo Chen stared at the girl under him:

"Are you sure?"

"It will be too late to regret later."

Lan Qian also looked into his eyes.

"Then...will you give it?"

"Okay," the man's expression still looked calm, but the dark color in his dark eyes made it impossible to see clearly, "I will give Qianqian any birthday present she wants."

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