Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Mo Chen's pupils widened slightly.

The soft touch came on his lips again, deeper than before. They were so close that their breaths seemed to be tightly intertwined and inseparable.

He seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

Lan Qian half closed her eyes.

Feeling the cool breath on his lips, she rubbed them slowly and bit him with her teeth neither lightly nor heavily. The next second, his breathing seemed to become heavier, but he still did not move.

The palm of his hand slowly tightened.

"Qianqian... stop playing."

He seemed to be whispering, but also seemed to be giving a warning.

Clearly, he could separate from the girl by just taking a step back, but he seemed unable to retreat because the girl was holding him. He did not retreat even a bit, even though... the girl's strength was almost negligible.

"Then push me away."

The movement of Lan Qian's lips did not stop.

She bit him gently, one by one, as if she was really "playing".

The boy's eyes were extremely deep, and his other hand had already been clenched tightly, as if he was enduring something. He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the darkness in his eyes had been suppressed, and his black eyes returned to calm.

"Okay, no more playing."

Feeling the change in Mo Chen's mood, Lan Qian knew that he was enduring again, and could only move her lips away helplessly.

Why is this world so tolerant?

She sighed inwardly, and reluctantly let go of his hand, wanting to sit back in her chair and continue studying. But the moment she let go, her slender white wrist was held tightly by the boy.

"Qianqian...what do you want to play?"

Mo Chen leaned slightly closer to her.

His eyes were very dark, and at this moment he was looking at her intently. Deep in his eyes, there seemed to be some complex emotions that were difficult to understand.

It was clearly what he expected that the girl would not continue, but when she actually left, when she said "I don't want to play anymore", his heart couldn't help but tighten for a moment.

Is she really... just playing?

"You care?"

Lan Qian raised her eyes and looked at him.

Her beautiful eyes were as clear and bright as ever, as if she was not aware of what her actions just now meant.

"Yes, I care."

He replied.

"Then... guess."

There were twinkling smiles in the girl's eyes, and there seemed to be something else in those clear pupils, but he didn't dare to guess.

He closed his eyes and whispered:

"Qianqian, do you know what kind of person I am?"

"I've always been a brawler and a complete idiot. From childhood to adulthood, no one in my school was not afraid of me," he said slowly, sentence by sentence. "I grew up in a quagmire. There was only darkness in my world, so..."

Don't come and get involved with him.

The delicate and simple young lady should not be associated with him.

They are not from the same world.

"Next time...don't play around."

His voice was still gentle, as if he was admonishing a slightly rebellious student.

The air became quiet and silent. After a while, Lan Qian spoke softly, but she did not express her opinion or feelings about what he said. Instead, she continued with her previous question: "Don't you want to guess?"

The smile in her eyes seemed to fade a little, but her eyes were still clear and bright. "You guessed it right. I will agree to anything you ask, okay?"

"Qianqian..."

The boy lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to meet her eyes.

"You don't want to guess, so I'll tell you, okay?" She moved closer to him, her soft lips seemed to be touching his again, "I want..."

"Qianqian."

He interrupted her and gently held her shoulder with his other hand, as if to stop her from getting any closer.

"We should continue studying."

The girl paused.

He tried his best to ignore the depression and bitterness in his heart, and continued: "I promised to help you with your lessons, and I also promised to help you solve Lu Hong's problem. I will do these two things well."

But otherwise, nothing should happen.

When things are resolved, they may not have any intersection again.

"Is it……"

Lan Qian narrowed her eyes.

"Okay, let's study."

There is a lot of time left, so don't push him too hard.

She stepped back and sat back in the chair. The hand that was held slipped from the boy's hand because of her movement. At that moment, Mo Chen's fingertips moved subconsciously, as if he wanted to grab something, but finally fell silent.

Seeing that the girl seemed to have really retracted her thoughts, he did not feel relaxed at all. Instead, the depressed mood spread even more, filling his entire heart.

After studying for a while, Lan Qian closed the book.

"I'm tired."

Mo Chen also put down the pen in his hand and said gently: "Then let's take a break and continue."

"No, I don't want to learn anymore today."

"You go back first."

Thinking back to his evasive words just now, Lan Qian had no intention of studying anymore. He was clearly aware of her feelings, but he still interrupted her and stopped her from continuing.

Forget it, just give him two days to think about it.

No, one day.

"it is good……"

Mo Chen's eyes dropped. The girl's attitude towards him became a little cold. He should feel relieved, but why did he feel a little pain in his heart?

"Then I'll come back tomorrow."

His tone didn't seem to change.

"Ah."

Lan Qian responded slightly and said nothing more.

Mo Chen looked at her again and saw that her attention was not on him, and she did not have the intention to send him out like before. His heart seemed to ache again. He paused slightly, and finally left alone silently.

Only after he left did Lan Qian let go of the book that was almost torn into pieces.

"I really don't look back."

Is this the first time?

He clearly has feelings for her, but he chooses to stay away from her.

[Host, please don’t be angry,] Little Dumpling hurriedly tried to mediate and speak well of his master, [Master, he is not…]

"Forget it, forgive him this time."

Little Dumpling: [……]

…It had only spoken a few words.

"By the way, what is the male lead planning?"

Now that Mo Chen was gone, she had to solve another problem first. The text message she had received before threatened her to go to the hospital to visit him today. Of course, she would not go to the hospital, but she didn't know how the male protagonist would spread the news online if he didn't see her today.

[The male protagonist is waiting for you to come over, but at this time, he knows you may not go, and the system is preparing a post to frame you, and plans to send it out as soon as today is over.]

"Post?"

Lan Qian's eyes turned slightly cold.

She thought for a moment and said slowly:

"Tuanzi, I remember you are also considered a weapon spirit."

[This baby is a divine weapon! ]

The little dumpling looked very proud.

"That's fine."

Lan Qian stood up and walked to the window, just in time to see Mo Chen walking out of the Lan family's door. He seemed to have noticed something and turned around to look, but only saw the curtains hanging by the window, and withdrew his gaze with some disappointment.

"These machines without intelligence in the small world should not be a big deal to you. You should monitor them tonight and make sure that none of the posts prepared by the male protagonist can be sent out."

[Good host, I guarantee to complete the task! ]

The little girl was so excited that she was about to cry.

After waiting for so long, it finally has its place.

Outside the gate, the boy was gradually walking away.

Lan Qian returned to the room from the window.

When Mo Chen returned home, he remembered that there was one more thing he needed to do. He turned on his computer, went to a page, entered a mobile phone number from memory, and found the IP address of that number.

The bony fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard. Characters appeared on the computer page one by one, forming lines of obscure codes. Finally, the Enter key was pressed.

In the dimly lit room, the boy's expression was difficult to discern.

Only his slender knuckles tapped the table.

In the quiet room, the sound of bones interlocking with the table surface had a casual crispness.

His eyes fell on the code on the screen.

The program was set up so that no matter what the guy wanted to send about the girl, he couldn't send it.