Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

When we got back to the apartment, it was already late.

After the shooting battle that night, both of them smelled of gunpowder, especially Mo Chen's left arm, which was injured. It was only treated simply at the time, but after such a fierce battle, the wound had split open and blood oozed out again.

"I'll bandage your wound."

After they took a shower, Lan Qian took out the first aid kit.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Qianqian."

Mo Chen sat on the edge of the bed and took off the bathrobe on his left arm. The wound had been torn several times and looked quite hideous, but fortunately it was just a scratch and the bullet did not remain in the body.

Although the injury was not serious, Lan Qian couldn't help feeling heartbroken when she saw the glaring blood.

"Does it hurt?"

She gently touched the wound with her hand, and the blood oozing from the wound stained her fingers, looking particularly bright red against her pale fingertips.

It must have hurt.

Mo Chen smiled and gently stroked her face with his other hand.

"With Qianqian by my side, it doesn't hurt."

He had no idea how many times he had suffered more serious injuries than this. Compared with the previous injuries, this minor injury was not worth mentioning at all. But seeing the heartache and worry in the girl's eyes, he felt very happy.

Lan Qian glanced at him with a frown.

"So I am your medicine..."

Mo Chen looked tenderly and said nothing.

It's more than just his medicine.

Even his life is not as valuable as her smile.

The first aid kit was fully stocked. For someone with Mo Chen's special status, all kinds of medical supplies for treating wounds were necessary at home. Lan Qian first gently wiped the blood around the wound, then carefully disinfected it, applied medicine, and then bandaged it carefully.

Seeing her very focused look, Mo Chen suddenly remembered that he had bandaged her wound on the first day she came to the apartment.

"Qianqian and I are really destined to be together."

he chuckled.

"Huh? What?"

Lan Qian looked at him with some confusion.

"Qianqian, do you remember?" Mo Chen explained, "On the first day we met, I was the one who bandaged the wound on your shoulder, and now it's your turn to treat my wound. Isn't this fate?"

It was just that it was their first meeting and he was still very cold to her.

I don't know if I hurt her.

Hearing his words, Lan Qian also remembered the scene of him bandaging her wound. Although his attitude was rather calm, his movements were very careful.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile.

“It’s quite predestined.”

Both were injured while being chased, and both were injured in their arms. They were both treated and bandaged in this apartment. No matter how you look at it, it can be considered fate.

She fixed the last piece of tape on the wound, and after making sure it was completely bandaged, she organized the first aid kit and stood up to put it back on top of the cabinet on the other side.

When she put away the first aid kit and turned around, she saw Mo Chen holding a pistol in his hand, seemingly in deep thought. She looked at the pistol, which was the same one she had held before.

Lan Qian's eyes paused slightly and she walked over.

"what happened?"

She sat next to him and reached out to grab the gun in his hand, but he pulled his hand back when she was about to touch it.

"Don't touch this, Qianqian."

Mo Chen put the pistol back on the bedside cabinet, then opened the drawer below and put it back in the drawer with the other two.

He gently held her hand and said softly:

"Guns are dangerous and not something you should touch lightly."

He was hesitant to let her touch such a dangerous thing.

The girl he holds dear to his heart does not need to touch those things like he does. Her delicate and soft little hands should not have anything to do with cold and bloody guns.

Lan Qian felt a little helpless. She knew that the man was reluctant to let her touch these things, but...

"I'm not that delicate."

"Yeah," Mo Chen responded, and gently held her in his arms, "I know Qianqian is very strong."

But she shouldn't have been dragged into those conflicts.

Thinking of this, Mo Chen also asked the question that he had no time to think about when he was in the hotel:

"Why would Qianqian go there tonight?"

He didn't suspect anything, but he was really puzzled by the fact that the girl who was supposed to be at home suddenly appeared in the hotel.

Hearing this, Lan Qian's eyes in his arms moved.

After a moment of silence, she said:

"Someone sent me a message saying you were in danger at the hotel."

Although the message she received was mainly about asking her out, it was also related to him. This was not a lie, but just selectively telling him some facts.

Hearing her words, a hint of coldness flashed across Mo Chen's eyes. It seemed that those people already knew of her existence.

"How did Qianqian know how to shoot? Has she learned it before?"

He didn't ask where her gun came from. He was very familiar with the gun. It was in his drawer. The girl probably brought the gun because she was worried that he would really be in danger.

But he was a little surprised that she would shoot.

"I learned it from you."

Lan Qian hugged his waist.

"You learned it from me?"

Mo Chen couldn't help but be a little surprised. He thought back to the time since he knew the girl and was sure that he had never taught her how to shoot. He was reluctant to let her even touch those things, so how could he teach her how to use them?

"Yes," Lan Qian continued, "Last time when we were stopped on the road, didn't you fire a gun in the car? I just learned how to shoot from the way you did. It's pretty easy."

This is also true.

She actually wanted to try it because she saw him using it.

Before this, she had never used a gun.

"You……"

Mo Chen sighed slightly and couldn't help laughing.

He didn't expect that this was how she "learned".

His Qianqian is indeed very smart.

It was getting late, so they lay down on the bed to rest.

"I'm tired today too," Mo Chen gently rubbed the girl's hair. He didn't torment her today, but simply held her in his arms, hoping that with him by her side, she wouldn't have nightmares about what happened in the hotel. "Go to sleep and have a good rest."

"Well, you should have a good rest too."

Lan Qian was indeed a little sleepy and soon fell asleep.

But Mo Chen didn't fall asleep for a long time.

Since those people have already attacked him, they will not stop just because they failed to kill him this time. On the contrary, such incidents will happen more and more in the future.

He looked down at the girl in his arms.

Her sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful, and she relied on him wholeheartedly.

He looked at her for a long time with his brown eyes, then he raised his hand and gently and slowly stroked the girl's face.

Shallow...

He will give her a stable life.

for sure.